Folded in our Love

At Barnes Jewish sitting and folding paper cranes with Transplantmom and Lavendergrrl. We are all about hope. Hope. We need some hope. Back to folding.

Photos by the amazing Sungazing http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/

Conflation

So I went to this convention this weekend called "Conflation." Truthfully it was a little more decadence than I am use to, but trust me I am not complaining. I saw so many beautiful costumes and people. The guest of honor was Jennie Breeden who does the hysterical Devil's Panties Webcomic http://devilspanties.keenspot.com/ . She was very fun and had some awesome stuff in her booth. So me being easily impressed with myself want to point out that two photos of me in my self proclaimed fabulousness are on her webpage. Check me out, I am the MadHatter with my lovely friend Tammy. And further down the second one is a back view of my tattoos http://devilspanties.keenspot.com/2009_conflation.html . Okay enough of the ego.

Tangled up in Love

I saw this today at the library. I was tickled by the cover and so I flipped back to the blurb. It was hysterical. Blurb is: Ever since Dylan Stone beat Veronica Chasen out of a prime position at the ClevelandCourier, they’ve been bitter rivals, engaging in a very public war of words in their competing newspaper columns. They routinely challenge each other to go bungee jumping, white water rafting, or into tattoo parlors to see who will wimp out first.nbsp; But Veronica’s latest taunt may be Dylan’s toughest assignment yet: She dares him to learn to knit.Dylan is notgoing to let something his grandmother can do scare him off. He’s man enough to make a scarf—and attend Veronica’s weekly knitting circle. But when the infuriatingly handsome Dylan shows up at the craft shop and charms all the ladies, Veronica starts to get all knotted up in something that feels a lot like love…

I didn't check it out, but I did think about it.

First Impressions

Jane Austin originally used First Impressions as her working title for Pride and Prejudice. And I think the second title was the right choice, but truly the novel is about how false first impressions can cripple a budding attraction. Poor Elizabeth and Darcy spend over half of the book disliking one or other. So it can be said of most that when meeting people we often misjudge the person sitting next to us. Over time and association we see the error of our ways and thank all that is divine that we do!

Last night after work I went to Ari's Restaurant to connect with the core knitting tribe for an after knit night dinner. One of group was being feted for her upcoming birthday. After the food and drink we sat around and just talked. It was that kind of intimate conversation that the hour and the company had combined to make all of us just a little more free with our thoughts and responses. It came up how we had perceived each other on first meetings. The level of open honesty and love was so heart-breakingly wonderful I wanted to weep and laugh simultaneously. I had been so terribly wrong about some of our assembled group and yet so amazingly fortune in falling in with them all. I felt warm and satiated and stayed in the caring embraces of my friends until the hard working waitress ushered us out into the cold night. At the door we departed giving each other bone crushing hugs and tender kisses on cool checks. It was magic. Magic that heals what is wounded in each of us, and makes us stronger.

I came up with a single word for each of these fair knitters and wonder if they can find the qualities I see in them: Intelligent, Nurturing, Serenity, Loyalty, Mirth, Vitality, Brilliance, and Strength. And to the lone male who braved our company last night I would call him, Humor. Finally I add, "And I still have the box it came in."

Week in recap

Monday: Tetnous Shot

Tuesday: Framily Dinner at Rivendell. Tammy C in Town

Wednesday: Lunch with Tammy Squared, Celine Dion Concert, dinner at Aria's

Thursday: Traveled to Kansas City with Drew and had lunch with Baby Sis in Columbia

Friday: Kemper Art Museum, Nelson-Atkins Art Museum

Saturday: Westport and Yarn store shopping

Sunday: Return to St Louis

Hating my life

Just deleted what I had blogged it was so self loathing and whiny I decided why subject anyone to the rubbish. I just hate my life, I want a better one. I am putting that out into the universe. I want to feel good about myself again.

On a different note, had a tetnous shot this morning. My insurance wouldn't cover it and now I am feverish and my arm is throbbing. More boo-hoo here. I guess I should say welcome to my pity party.

Even my knitting is not going well right now. I need a break.