Ribbons and chocolates and things

[rebeccmeister]

Today was a day of pure hedonism--I walked over to The Ugly Mug Coffeehouse to feed my espresso addiction and enjoyed a delicious (whole wheat!) raspberry scone as well. Then I traipsed through Hardwick's, where I admired some not-too-fancy-but-not-too-cheap upright dressers that don't use those annoying drawer roller glides (if that's what they're called) and aren't made of cardboard*.

Subsequently, I wandered over to the Henry Art Gallery, which is largely in the midst of a show changeover, and I am sorry to report that I cannot recommend the current show, which consisted of sticks held together with duct tape and daubed with mud. One piece had a redeeming feature: it smelled kind of good. But that was it.

After that, I absent-mindedly got on a 49 instead of a 43 and found myself on my way downtown instead of heading in the direction of gfrancie's house. Nonplussed, I disembarked and vaguely wandered about in search of buses that would head towards Madison, though I couldn't recall if I wanted the 11 or the 12 until it was too late and I was on the 12. Turns out, picking the 12 was wrong, though it got me to another stop where I could catch the 11 and I eventually wended my way in the proper direction, only a wee bit late.

Then gfrancie and I had various adventures in drinking chocolate-drinking (and pain au chocolat eating--oh my I have missed you, good croissants) and ribbon-shopping (I should have bought more--I came home with only two lovelies and they were such a bargain!) and other various forms of shopping (gfrancie oh so patiently waited while I tried on pants--someone should give her a medal). And then - luxury of luxuries - I got to try some of the rich, delicious Christmas cake and met Senor Onion live and in person for the firstest time ever! He wooed me with his big brown eyes and flirtatious bashfulness plus a hint of drool so you know he's the real thing. It's true what they say--he has a way with the ladies.

And now I'm itching to get my craft on--I might not be able to resist the urge to pick up some knitting needles and go to town on the yarns I have gotten. One can only play so many games of Scrabble, after all. I really want to make a set of leg-warmers that will make people involuntarily exclaim, "Good gravy, learn to shave!"

*Though they are made of some particle board, which may cause chagrin among some of my gentle readers (all three of you), but I've had a hard time finding anything that even remotely resembles satisfying furniture in AZ, so I'm grateful whenever I see anything that seems at all real.

Comments

[myrmecology.livejournal.com]

Definitely make some legwarmers! I myself have to finish knitting a goofy-looking Amelia Earhart hat. :)

[rebeccmeister.livejournal.com]

Ohh, that sounds like a splendid project! I look forward to seeing it!