don't say anything at all. This day passed like any other, except I decided to show you some of my happy from the past twenty-four hours...
New hemp yarn to wind, and the eye candy Herr Becher picked up for his geeky Frau whilst I got my hair cut today. Yesterday I took Mandi to see 'Twilight'. It was her first viewing. (It was my fifth, only because I just can't get away that often!) We went to Trojan Horse in B'ton afterwards, then hopped across the street for some yarn shopping and a walk through the tobacconist's. I may have scored two packs of 'Nat Sherman Mint Naturals'. Just sayin'. Mandi thinks they taste like toothpaste. More for me!
More fabulous-ness from Suzanne's shop (Yarns Unlimited in Bloomington, if you're curious). My Malabrigo stash is barely there, but the shrug on the front... I wanty. Too bad I'm two balls short of a project. Perhaps I'll have to go on a Stash Enhancement eXpedition. 'Cuz SEXing for yarn is great. It might be the best part of knitting.
Oh, I forgot the other best part. Miss Rob sent me a link to the 'Eclipse' socks on rav. That yarn hunt begins immediately. Damn that cute, blonde woman and her evil, obsession-fueling searches. I love her... and Sarah Palin. C