Thimbleanna's right...

I can't choose between the fabric and yarn. I love them both. Strangely, today, when I decided to just keep an eye on which was getting more interest, sales of each category were roughly the same. This almost never happens. Usually it's a knitta-day, or a fabriholic day, but the two types of customers almost never tag-team each other as closely as today. Sure, there are those rare and precious gems who do both incarnations of fiber-whore equally well... they just don't all come in on the same day. As I was putting the universe to the test, the results were an unequivocal "duh" and Clementine will soldier on, catering to both halves of the fiber-art community at large. A new store slogan even materialized today... "Clementine's dry goods... it's where your stash lives." Or, for the google-earth geeks... "66 S. Water St., in historic downtown Franklin, Indiana... your stash's address". There were other slogans running amok in my brain as well, but as I'd been forced to starve for this morning's bloodwork, the apraxia was evident, given that a lot of the ideas involved 1.) chocolate, 2.) naked, and 3.) alone with the stash. None of it apropos for a 'family blog'. Luckily, Robin came in with the best fried rice ever, and saved me from having to chew my own arm off.

I'm off now to finally finish the scarf. Tomorrow you can see it here, after I've had a chance to photograph it in natural light. It has grown to an amazing length. It is just so fun I'm having a hard time stopping the magical short-rows. I just attached the fifth ball of yarn. I'm halfway through the last triangle before the "end triangle", the one with the fun double decreases. Man, do I love knitting.

I finally remembered to haul the sewing machine home. I would really like to get that quilt top done, especially now, with all the cutesy new fabrics arriving any time. I do love the patchworking, too. Now I have to go be a mom to that booger-eyed boy, who needs a lap and some BBC to chill him out to sleep. Then I can watch "Dexter", which the rockin' Melly loaned me. I do like some dark comedy now and again.