This is the coolest thing to happen at the Becher haus today, as everyone else spent it barfing or gagging, or otherwise making an unholy mess of themselves. Five sick kids, reader... ugh. That's about all I can say, oh, and send chocolate. Or at least chocolate wishes. Pure sugar is what I live on at times like these. Mostly because it does not look like barf. This blog is acting up today, so I'm going to just post another pic:

This is 'old Kaffe' waiting for 'new Kaffe' to show up, though I'm not expecting the Westminster order to show up for a few weeks. After the holiday I'll be placing multiple orders for far more yarn and fabric that I can possibly display at this time. If the children are much improved tomorrow, I can ditch them on daddy and go out 'fixture hunting' at a few of my favorite junque stores. I'm hoping to find just a few sturdy, not too ugly, old bookcases to slap some white paint on (or not, if they have character) to line the room with.

Lastly, I purchased the mother of all travel cases for the Wisconsin adventure, and couldn't wait to get it home to convert it into a knitting bag. All those keen pockets and zippered openings and handy elastics to restrain errant gew-gaws and such. Well, as I lay contemplating the move from all my little bag-ettes into the grande dame, I began to worry. If all of my tools and circular needles are in one place, I stand to lose a lot if it's misplaced or *gasp* kidnapped. So, dear reader, what would you do? Rhonda, I know you're hyperventilating and getting all hivey at the horrific query I just made... put your head down till you feel better. Okay now? Good. Here's the Grande Dame herself...

Isn't she gi-nor-mous? Like a big, pink hippopotamus. One who is fully capable of carrying a goodly amount of knitting without complaint, (there is room in Main Compartment for a baby's sweater-full of yarn, plus a few socks in progress, which I shall call SIP from now on.) but I shudder to think what I'd do if I lost it. or if she burped out a favorite gadget somewhere along our travels. Anyhow, I'm going to go bleach down the kitchen now, and wash some more laundry... and get 2nd sock off the needles and onto Eli's feet, the poor, sick baby. Knit on.