Mason Dixon Sew Up!

and what a great time it was! You will have to go to Kay’s site to get the full details, but I can tell you that a great time was had at the table in the front. A few of the ladies I met are bloggers – Cynthia and Liz, and the others Dawn, Katherine and Amy should have one! I know I met a lot of other people, but names are escaping me at the moment. (did I mention that I’ve stopped drinking coffee??) see that? I’ve left out Cara and Kay!

the evening started off with a bang – in describing how she would like the ends woven in, Kay said, “no ambiguous dangling”.

naturally, I couldn’t let that one go. ; ) the rest of the night was one hilarity after the other.

Monday bits

Here is an outdoor photo of the vest. I am almost to the underarm decreases. I thought I was closer, but it turns out I was reading the wrong size and I have another inch and a half to go.

I have been flying around the house this morning getting everything done to free up my afternoon for an adventure! So the laundry is done, the house is vacuumed, bed is made and soup is on the stove (don’t worry, D#1 is home to keep an eye on things)

Let’s get back to that adventure, I know you want to know. I am going to the Mason-Dixon Sew Up! Here are the details ….

DATE: Monday, December 17, 2007
TIME: 4-8 p.m.
PLACE: Knitty City, 208 West 79th Street (between Amsterdam and Broadway)

be there to sew squares!

well, well what do we have here?

My previous entry has revealed a number of things.

  • First off, many of you have “skin flaps”, “bat wings” and “bingo wings”. And I thank you for sharing that with me – now in the hour of my discontent (and believe me, it is the hour of my discontent – I somehow managed to delete this entire post!) I need your commiserations more than ever. I would like you to know that I read all of your comments to the Boar and while I would like to report he has seen the light, the only thing I am sure of is in the future he will use the term bingo wing. At least that one gets me laughing.
  • Secondly, Costco seems to bring out the animal in our men. What is up with that?? My informal polling has shown a link between increased libido and warehouse shopping. So ladies, if your sex life could use a boost, why not consider buying five pounds of butter, 50 pounds of dog food, or perhaps 3 pounds of cheese?
  • Lastly, but truly the most important thing of all, Robby Benson!!!!! the mention of Mr. Benson seemed to strike a chord. There were however an alarming number of you who did not fall prey to his charms. I think a bit of Jeremy therapy is in order. [thanks for reminding me of that one, Kay!] Or maybe this NPR interview will pique your interest? [I especially love the cow bit] I am going to start The Middle Aged Ladies’ Guide to All Things Robby Benson …. it will be a mature fan club of sorts ….. or how about we call it IcyHot® Ice Castles? All of this Robby Benson chat had me Googling and what I found only makes me love him more. The following was made by his NYU film students. Not only does he still have those dreamy eyes and that tousled hair, he has a great sense of humor. fall in love all over again ladies!

IcyHot® Ice Castles applications are now being accepted.

Mr. Boar is home today and he came with me on my Costco shopping trip. This is really nice because it’s always nice to have company, plus he can help with the heavy stuff.

We are walking around the store on our Costco date and Mr. Boar is like a fifth grade boy – he keeps poking me, grabbing my arm, pinching me. I think he thinks it’s romantic. and it would be …. if I still kept a little diary with a unicorn and a lock on it where I could write down all my Robbie Benson fantasies.

Can you picture it? me trying to do some last minute Christmas shopping with the whole pushing of the cart and the crowded Costco and Boar full of piss and vinegar. Finally after one back of arm/triceps pinchy-poo too many I say, “For the love of God would you knock it off?!”.

and he says, “I just love that skin flap”.

Take a moment won’t you and re-read that last sentence. My underarm – Mr. Boar referred to my skin flap. Yup, skin flap. That is exactly what he said.

ps. Cara has already told me to look on the bright side – he could hate that skin flap.

pps. and I got plenty more skin flaps where that came from.