Manos, Mahjong, Helga*, and alpaca.

This girl is going on a fiber diet.....umm, starting after Taos Wool Festival (October).  Pretty weak. I need to go on it now, but Jenny and I might go to Santa Fe next weekend to scope out the yarn stores we haven't been to before, so I couldn't possibly start now....but it needs to be soon.  Very soon.  Why? Because I bought more yarn of course.

On Saturday I went to Village Wools and bought five skeins of Manos de Uruguay for Hot Lava and three balls of DB cashmerino aran to design a hat.  (Beth, does this mean we both give it two boobs up?)   Apparently I dropped my credit card in the parking lot, but only noticed on Sunday morning.  When I called in a panic the nice yarny people told me they had it behind the counter. I love yarny people. And their significant others are pretty nice too, especially when he finds someone's credit card in the parking lot and instead of buying a flat screen tv, he hands it over to his wife for safe keeping.

Later on Saturday I drove by an estate sale (run by Jenny's mom) and we had fun oggling the house, and pawing through the silver.  I found some old knitting magazines, a cardigan clasp, and a mahjong set.  Do I know how to play mahjong? No. Did this even slow me down? No.

P. was on call all weekend, and when he finished on Saturday he came home a little late. Why? Because he wanted to get me my early birthday present. (August 26th, and I am most definitely a Virgo).  What did I get?


(notice how clean? Everything is on the floor behind me. yeah. Clean but not neat.)

On Sunday Jenny and I decided to have a little adventure, so we went to Dim Sum (stuffed ourselves, but passed on the chicken feet dumplings, blech!) and then drove out into the countryside to visit Good Fibrations. 


(Jenny has pictures, too. Now I am blogging about her blogging about me. Have I got that right?)



There I got a 1/2 pound of alpaca for a scarf for P. who does not have one knitted item from me. He has crocheted sweaters, scarves and hats from his mom and sister.  I wasn't taking ANY chances with the curse.   Now I just need to pick the stitch for his scarf and cast on.  The shop was interesting. Jenny and I both agreed that there was some nice stuff there, but the colors just didn't grab us.   When we got back to town Helga* pitched a hissy fit and I drove Jenny home.

ciao, bellas!


*Helga is Jenny's Mercedes Diesel Station Wagon.