I don't know what to write as a subject line, but I think that it would be a very bad idea to write the lyrics to The Widow by the Poozies. Naughty naughty song. But most amusing.
Speaking of most amusing, I think I have found a new love. This love is Noro Kureyon. I adore the smooth transition of colors, how it's scratchy but doesn't itch my neck, how it goes from thick to thin and back again. I'm addicted. I need more. Look, I'm getting a twitch! My hands, they shake! I have the worst munchies! I just can't stop. I need to go into a NA program (Noro Anonymous of course!). But how can I give it up? Argh! The deeper I go, the worse the yarn addiction gets.
Anyways, I knitted my Noro on the plane from SLC to Kansas City in the evening. I disappointed the stewardesses by not finishing the whole thing in 2 hours, but c'mon, I'm not an AMAZING knitter, I'm just a knitter. Anyways, flying at night is awesome. Denver is a big sprawling mass (at least, I think it was Denver) which was the neatest thing in the world. It looked like melted ice cream.
I did have a wonderful time at the SLC S'n'B! I think I got a little overly excited and managed to make a damn fool of myself. But all the same, it was great. Susan was so nice as to get me started with my spinning (I'd tried a little earlier but I do not win on the spinning-on-my-own thing). Yes, my WEBS roving has a very long staple. It's kind of nice for first learning except I pull too much and it comes apart. Beginner's clumsiness, I suppose.
And Johanna (who might have a blog but I'm not sure) was visiting from Japan (which makes her extra rawkin' cool) and we made our trade. For some Interweave Knits and Vogue Knit magazines, I got the coolest bits of cute things from Japan! It's all so very cute, but then again, Japanese is all about adorableness. Someday, I WILL go. So, anyways, thank you, Johanna! You win at coolness! Love you!
And in conclusion, I am very tired and Kansas is gorgeous as it always is.
You want to know a little piece of the Poozie's Widow song? Wicked children, you know better than to ask that (because you know I can't say no, you're so spoiled). Oh very well:
And when they came to number 9, the widow cried out 'More!'
And when they came to number 12, again she cried for more.
There, you go, make what you will of it.