This weekend was a killer. I was so exhausted last night that despite my big plans for a full 5 day week of *nothing* (no trips to plan/pack for nor recover from, no pressing commitments,) I decided not to set my alarm and was shocked when I woke up naturally at 9:30 am this morning. Squeezed between our regular Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon errands and yardwork, M & I ventured into the deep heartland, driving for almost 4 hours Saturday afternoon until we reached our destination, leaving less than an hour to transform ourselves from comfy, long-drive casual to black tie attire and get ourselves over to a big business event. After hours of socializing with people we didn't know and partaking of marginal dinner fare, we darted back to the hotel to catch the end of the World Series game, grab a little shuteye and arise at 5:00 a.m. to drive home. Yawn.
With something resembling divine intervention, the mailman pulled up just as we were pulling out of the driveway Saturday and handed me a long awaited, padded envelope. So much has been written recently about The Gentle Art of Domesticity that I was even more anxious to get my hands on it and happily, it didn't disappoint. Suffice it to say, if you enjoy the colorful visual and written observations over at Yarnstorm, you will love this book. It's like the blog, but so much more. One person's unique point of view, living the creative life within the framework of an active and happy family. Jane's delight in simple pleasures and her keen eye for the beauty found in everyday life are abundantly evident here. Thicker than I expected, the book is chock full of her gorgeous photos, set in some lovely layouts, and I'm still reading through (savoring!) the many thoughtful essays. For the time being, it's the next best thing to hanging out with Jane, one of my favorite yet-to-meet-in-person internet friends. And a lifesaver on a long drive.
With my late start this morning, I decided to knock off a few errands to clear the deck for the rest of the week. On the hunt for some requested Clover knitting needles for Molly (Yes, they're Japanese needles...yes, she lives in Japan. Go figure.) I was having trouble finding one particular size so I drove up to a neighboring town to check out a new shop I heard about at my recent knitting group meeting. Supposedly an all-purpose needlework shop (knitting, quilting, embroidery,) I didn't have high hopes for adventure when I pulled up to a non-descript building tucked behind a MacDonald's at an off-highway intersection. I entered, perused some books at the entrance and glanced over toward the fabric shelves. My heart jumped to my throat as I visually scanned shelf after shelf of the nicest selection of fabrics I may have ever seen. Truly. Think Purl Patchwork on steroids.
I couldn't help myself. Thousands of bolts, a mouthwatering array. I almost forgot Molly's needles. I'm thinking that such a gem of a find so close by surely portends an imminent sale of the house, don't you think? (It had better, and soon! This place could be dangerous.)
I know you came looking for mittens. Next post!