No jail time...

Hopefully, you will be impressed (or saddened) by my lack of jail time. No jury was needed for my summons date. I'll be honest... I'm not sure how to take it. One part of me is relieved, and the other is very offended.

Steve Earle's album hits the spot for me (and I was touch and go because I wanted to be his seventh wife) and Allison Moorer aside, it is a good album (I really do like her voice BTW - I saw her live with Steve and she was amazing on The Rolling Stones cover of "Sweet Virginia").

Another Loopy Ewe shipment arrived today. Have I mentioned how much I adore Fiesta Boomerang yarn? It is so soft, boingy, and beautiful. Here's my latest shipment (I'm actually worried Sheri doesn't think I feed my children).

Here you have it from left to right: Cherry Tree Hill Sockittome in Fall Foliage, Fiesta Boomerang Baby Boom in: Rainforest, Alaska, Mochachino, and Raspberry Mocha. There is a Wooly Pet in the background. I love to felt and it seemed like it should be my mascot.



My future goals in life: to be an at least one-time wife of Steve Earle, and sock yarn wizard. We'll just have to wait and see...

Knit for who? When?

Don't get me wrong, I love knitting for people. I love creating for people in general. I'll cook, knit, craft with the best of them for the holidays. I actually like it. Usually. This year, all I want to do is knit for ME. How selfish is that? It's not like the yarn will go anywhere, I have my projects carefully designated, but still, the wool is calling to me.

The Newest, Best, most Beloved Chevron Scarf (for, hmm, ME!).



Today, I went to the Hillsborough Yarn Shop for more sock needles (too many socks, too few needles - is the solution to finish a pair of socks? Heavens no - buy more needles!) And I was feeling guilty for not buying any yarn (I couldn't confess my recent betrayal with The Loopy Ewe) and I was talking about my recent purchase of the Knittery Sock Yarn with cashmere, and Anne said, "I have something for you to check out." And she went back in the storage room and brought out the most amazing socks LINED IN CASHMERE! OHMIGOD! It was so luscious I almost couldn't stop rubbing them. Well, let me tell you, All FEET NEED CASHMERE (my feet told me I had to pass it along)! Go, buy cashmere. Knit socks. Enjoy.