Intervention

Today was the Longest. Day. Ever. I was forced to go into big box construction store for more bead board (not just a wee bit... twenty packages of it) and grout and other fiddly bits so that Kenny W. can be completely done when he goes off on his lovely island vay-cay with Lurker Christie next week. Leaving me with, we assume, a finished storefront to fill with fiber goodness. Did I mention the seven huge boxes of fabric that came the other day? Let me assure you that the contents are drool-worthy. I've decided I'm not going to show you what a mini-disaster the perle cotton was, because on closer examination, I'm friggen' brilliant. All the colors coordinate with the Amy Butler and Heather Bailey fabrics, but also all the Kaffes. It's too perfect to have planned... it's more like 'divine intervention'. And I ain't gonna mess with His color choices.

Tomorrow a yarn rep is coming here, to the house... at nine a.m. I'm heading out to the kitchen to make banana bread and get some muffin batter stirred up for the morning. What I'm really worried about is what I'll end up ordering at nine in the morning. I'm so ill-prepared to be up, showered, dressed, and coherent at that time of day, it's a total crap-shoot as to what will get purchased. I have made some outlines to keep myself from getting sidetracked, but if she dangles brightly colored string in my general direction, the gypsy in me will escape. Y'all, she can forge my signature. This could prove problematic... we'll see. Maybe I can distract her with a slice of banana bread.

Now, if you'll excuse me and this paltry, photo-less post, I have baking to do, and another disc of Rosemary & Thyme murder mysteries to watch after I toss the kids into bed. Knit on, if you're knitting. If not, you have my deepest sympathies. Cami