Dear Sir or Madam,
I wrote a post over the weekend to update my progress and update on the goings on of my life and frankly, I am shocked to see that it is not here. I am truly outraged that you would have lost my carefully worded post and for the next few days will hold you in the highest contempt. Sincerely yours,
An irate Bloggist"
So really I did do an update over the weekend because I was on a Yarn Adventure. Now, my life may be pretty boring but occasionally something will happen to spice it up a bit (see "The Quest" and "Down with Mr. X KAL"). This weekend my dear one gave me twenty bucks and the words "Go spend it on some yarn". (Of course he has no idea what limited things I can get for twenty bright shiny peach, cream, and blue US dollars but it was a very generous gesture from my beloved). :o) I had finally determined that , yes, there is an actual yarn store within 30 minutes of my house. So with an hour and forty-five till the shop's closing time I sped away in my little hoopdee (read Oldsmobile Cutlass sans carseats). I was blasting the music and having a good time with my carefully copied Mapquest directions lounging in the passenger's seat as I begun my Adventure.
So I arrive to turn onto Goold St. This street is all of 1.3 miles long and it says to drive for 1.0 mi exactly. So I do. No Barbra's Yarn Garden on the left, none on the right. I turn around (love me some U-Turn's) and go creeping up the street again. Nothing. Nada, zip, zero, nein. Turn around again and stop at the gas station that is exactly 1.1 mi from my original turning point onto Goold. Hey, they're only 0.1 mile from the Yarn Garden so hey, won't they know where it is? Did I mention that I'm in the Hellhole God Deemed be Named Racine? (Me and Racine don't get along, but that's a different story). They don't know where the Yarn Garden is. The friendly attendant smiles and says "Try going down Main St, you're bound to come across it." After I firmly stated several times that it_is_on_Goold_St. So I take her advice and drive down Main St for a few miles, pull into a Auto Repair parking lot and turn around. Now I stop at Walgreens. The equally friendly attendant here gives me the phone book and we try to figure out where Yarn Garden is.
It is currently now 15 minutes until closing time. I am now armed with the EXACT address and head back to Goold St, because the phonebook agreed with the website for the store and says that it's on guess where... Goold St! I creep along, and blammo, on the window is taped a printed paper sign saying "Yarn Garden has moved to &*%# Main St." (By the way, the address is all of five buildings down from the Gas Station aforementioned, go figure!) So I drive down Main Street and low and behold it is there, TWO DOORS DOWN FROM THE AUTO REPAIR PARKING LOT I TURNED AROUND IN EARLIER. Boy, I'm feeling like a genius. I pull up with eight minutes to spare. Exit car, lock it up, move towards door and pull. Door locked. Eight minutes people, eight effin minutes. Does she know that I had TWENTY AUTHENTIC PEACH, CREAM, AND BLUE AMERICAN DOLLARS TO SPEND? I did dammit. Well now I'm a mite upset, rightly so because I believe that if your store hours state 12-3pm then you are required to stay open those last EIGHT minutes.
So I turn my little hoopdee around and head home. Aha! Hobby Lobby! Another business determined to drive the enterprising small American business to the ground. Well, as I said before I'm a mite mad at the small American business right now, so I swing in. I got my yarn (only two kinds of 100% wool people, that's just a crime. Several types of cotton and two full rows of acrylic.) Now I'm spoiled because I'm just this close to finishing my Clapotis and I've used cotton and now dammit I don't want to use acrylic. I want to get real 100% wool so I can felt my damn bag and a set of Clover circs to knit it up on. Is that so much to ask? So, purchases made, I return my happy little ass home, much upset and disappointed in the Yarn Garden.
However, Hobby Lobby being a product of mass corporate America and carrying mainly ACRYLIC I bought a big ass skein of LB's Fisherman's wool (people, does this stuff always STINK?) and two colors of Rit dye. Because I'm going to try dyeing my wool because I'm not into a creamy ecru whatever shade for my bag. So as we speak my wool is getting a bath in the sink and will shortly be moving into it's bucket for dyeing. Wish me luck and let's hope that I don't spill anything.
On a side note - if felting goes well for me I will be changing my Mr. X KAL project to a cute little felted bear type fellow for Laurie (www.crazyauntpurl.com) because DS accidentally frogged the progress I'd made in forging a pattern for a voodoo doll (read: dammit doll).
Hugs'n'Happy thoughts and no more Adventure's for the week please.