Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Negotiable

This post has to be brief, because the winds are picking up and the lights keep dimming in the haus. I was going to show you some of the new yarns that arrived yesterday, but Miss Rob already made off with the entire bag of one of the colors in the Mini Mochi from Crystal Palace. That is beautiful stuff. Sample socks will be a pleasure to knit. Must. Start. Soon.

Monday was a running day. The three boys needed haircuts to keep from looking urchun-ish, and my goal for the day was to be properly fitted for a new bra. I don't need to go into the gory details, but any tale that ends with me storming out of the Von Maur, even as Herr Becher is offering to buy me something fabulous from the perfume counter, isn't easily re-told. Sadly, I'm still sagging, wearing the same old 'Euphoria' scent, and strangely still pissed off at the supposed "professional undergarment fitters" that the department store purports to have on staff. I'm not even sure I can make myself go back, as I'd barely made it past the handbags and out the door before the tears stinging my eyes and closing my throat began to escape. That's something I'm going to have to conquer. The 'crying when I'm angry' thing is too crippling. Even Xanax couldn't help. By the time we got to the phone store I was pulled together (seeing a Volvo S60 in the Kinko's parking lot may have cheered me more than is really healthy, but it was silver. snark), except Helium Chipmunk was working, and I wheeled around so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. Got out in time not to require peeling her face off, and the very next day the Mister took me to a very different Verizon location to get the spanking new phone. If you're local to Greenwood, be advised the 31 south location near Whiteland is far superior to the 135 shop. Unless you're already heavily medicated. Mine hadn't kicked in yet.

I did say I'd be brief. Well, the power seems to be holding for now, and the point to this photoless post is really just to get Gaylen to read the 'Twilight' books. Negotiations were reached at a chapter per post. I've been wearing her down, sending picture texts of The Edward, begging in my whining-type. I'm glad she finally caved. My next move was to begin texting prime snippets of story, 160 characters at a time. Yeah, it was going to get ugly. Uglier than my shrinking boobs in their ill-fitting bra.

Photos of yarn tomorrow, poppets. And maybe a socks-in-progress update. Perhaps I should put them all together for one big scary group photo. That will prolly require 'Helium Chippy' amounts of Xanax. We'll see... C

5 comments:

gaylen said...

Oh crap I caved to soon! I want the whole story 160 characters at a time. :) g

Greedy/Needy Rob said...

In my defense...I've been looking for some soft variegated colorful yarn to do a mitered square baby blanket for what seems like FOREVER! Usually when we get new things in at the shop I restrain myself so that everyone who is there can SHARE nicely (my Lutheran grade school upbringing). But after looking on the net for decades (maybe 10 days - which seems like forever to a knitter with a NEED), I walked in and there set five different colorways - I grabbed one bag and my need was filled! The "shopkeep" said "Who is going to know if you get them now". That was my green light. PS I also snagged two other balls of a purple/green colorway that reminds me of a vineyard - probably a scarf for moi. They are loverly, 195 yards, perfect for socks + and it says machine washable, although I probably won't.
So 'scuse me for buttin in line this time girls, but the girl had to have her fix.
Always, Rob
PSS Knit picks order is in LeAnn.

Thimbleanna said...

Hahaha -- Rob's comment cracked me up. Yer s'cused Miss Rob -- always!!!

And speaking of bras...I've been collecting old used ones for an upcoming prank and I'm about 15 short, so if you and the ladies (meaning the peeps, not YOUR ladies) have any old ones hanging around, I'd be much obliged if you'd save 'em for me!!!

Thimbleanna said...

Oh, one other thing...you need to get YOUR ladies up here...we have a shop that specializes in fittings. I haven't been there, but all my friends have been very happy with their service.

Jaye said...

Write a letter to the manager of hte department or the store manager. Nobody can afford to be an *ss in this economy, especially when people have hundreds-thousands-MILLIONS of friends on the Internet! xx