When he’s not posing for the camera, Mr. Poe is just a regular dog.

Check out the great purse I bought this weekend at a neighborhood garage sale!   This picture is not doing it justice — the flash on the camera has flattened out the leather somewhat – it really gleams. 

To think that I came very close to not stopping at the sale.  I was on my way home from the daily yoga class (still doing the challenge!) and was covered in sweat.  That is one of the joys of being in your 40’s, you really stop giving a sh*t about stuff like that.  I slowed Onslow down as we passed by, saw that it looked promising and stopped.

Is there anything better than old leather and brass?  Here is a close up of the hardware and a peek inside. 

What can compare to the satisfaction of a garage sale score?

I also got quite a lot done on my Go With the Flow Socks – I am past the gusset and knitting along on my way to the toe decreases.  Sadly, I am only slightly farther along than before.  I realized that I knit the heel across the wrong 28 stitches – which offset the instep pattern by two stitches. 

When did I have this epiphany?

after I picked up the 19 gusset stitches, long after I had turned the heel.

How long did it take me to accept the inevitable?

about four rows after my epiphany.

four rows plus the 36 heel flap rows, plus another two because I had trouble picking them back up.

ribbit!

Do you have a favorite spot?  I have a number of them — when at the movies, I like to sit on the side, not in the center, and anywhere from the midway point to the back of the theater.  Anything else is too close.

In yoga class, I also always choose the back row and a bit off from the center.  Come to think of it, no matter where I am, that’s where I like to be.

Does this say something about me?

I tell you one thing — I always have a pretty good view.

Like the other day for example…..

It was a six o’clock class and it was crowded!  The yoga studio is just a little ways down from the train station and there were plenty of people just on their way home from work.

I had taken up my usual position in the back row, just off of center.  We all had to move our mats much closer than normal in order to accommodate everyone.

Class was just about to start when in walked this very wiry, small man.  He was covered in tattoos and had a huge dread locked hairdo that came to the middle of his back.  From what I could make out his tattoos all had religious and/or political overtones. Not that I was staring.

He had to wedge himself in and took a place right in front of me where there really should be a walking aisle, but since the class was so crowded, people were setting up.

It’s yoga – it’s all good.

It’s all good until the floor poses.

The ones where you lay on your stomach and look forward while raising one or both legs.

Are you following this?  Do you see where this is leading??

My little yoga friend nearly burnt out my retinas. 

I realize of course, that my path to inner peace should not be predicated on whether or not my mat neighbor is free-balling – but it does make things difficult.

A few days ago, I mentioned that I have been doing some yoga.  It is Bikram yoga, done for an hour and a half in very high heat.  The temperature in the room gets into the 100’s.  The sweat pours off like a dripping faucet.  Really.  The sweating thing is unbelievable.  It gets to be so much sweat that you become completely and totally saturated and can almost convince yourself that it’s not really sweat at all, but water.  And that you are in fact clean, cleaner than you’ve ever been.  Last night I was wearing a new sports top/bra.  During the floor work, I left a very clear imprint of my torso on my towel — the color in the top bled onto my towel like I had thrown it into a hot wash.