Escape from Suburbitraz

So, apparently my 'guest blogger' got her hairs cut and colored and then became too cute to do this blog-thing for me whilst I was trapped in a flying Suburban (really, it was probably the xanax, but why ruin the mystique?) with my five off-sprigs and beloved spouse.

The past eight days saw us putting over two thousand miles on our automobile (who just flashed on "Long Duck Dong" from 'Sixteen Candles'? You're old. And so am I.) It wasn't fun, it wasn't pretty, and I know now that it takes more than just a few hundred dollars of yarn to make the car ride bearable. A lot more.

More thing #1.) Getting to meet new nephew was especially nice, as dude has the most enormous fat rolls on his thighs... and his knees... and his wrists. He's adorable, and even seemed to 'get me' when I had to snurffle the back of his head and he let me hold him and everything. For a baby from the Becher gene-pool this is big stuff. They are generally a cantankerous bunch of breastfed momma's baby's. This guy is made of tougher stuff. Could be his daddy's Dutch-ness. Hmmm. Time will tell.

More thing #2.) Jewelry, and lots of it. The champagne-diamond ear studs are mine. I also left with two pendants, enormous amber earrings, and some other ear-blings too varied to mention here. I almost want more pierced parts to display them all at once. Almost. Add to this pile of stash the two dichroic glass pendants I bought myself and the sparkle-haul was substantial.

More thing #3.) Coming home to both a box of "Dream in Color" yarn and an e-mail from the funnest knitting mag ever telling me they got my info and I'll be listed in the summer issue's shop directory, and seven additional IP issues. Swoon.

There are highlights and lowlights (much like Melly's hair) that I'd love to spill about, but for now it's all about my first decent cup of decaf in a week, curling up with 'Boris' on the sofa in front of some netflix, and getting the travel-stink washed out of the clothes. It's good to be back. I missed you. C