It was time for the monthly fill-up this weekend. Stopped by the Tesoro on the way to the freeway and did the dreaded deed. My car is a mid-grade kind of girl, if you know what i mean, so while she indulged in her favorite, i washed the windows. Engrossed in the process of squeegeeing, i heard a voice behind me. “Sir? Sir?!”, someone on the sidewalk called. Fully aware that my hips aren’t THAT narrow, i continued to squeegee, rounding the front of the car to find the woman on the sidewalk looking at me, calling “Sir?”.

I looked at her. “Is that working?” She indicated the car wash.

“I have no idea”, I replied.

“Is that working?!”, she asked again.

I looked over my shoulder again at the still-present car wash and said, “I do not know”.

“No? Okay.” She sighed, and started to walk away.

Now, why i did not leave it at that, i don’t know. But, i piped up, “I DO NOT KNOW”.

“Oh, okay,” she said and walked off to ask the next person she came across (presumably also with no affiliation to the gas station, but maybe this one was actually a sir).

Last Thursday I left work early to go up to Logan, Utah for a Christine Lavin concert.

We had hoped to leave extra early to avoid the exodus out of Salt Lake that occurs each day around 5:00, but for one other reason as well – it would be fun to make the knitting circle. You see, Christine has a knitting circle before her concerts. She also has an essay in ‘KnitLit, (too)’ I had found out on Wednesday.

Well, for various reasons, we made it to the locale just before the show started. Enough time to get our tickets, drink some water, and grab our seats – we thought.

But we made it in time to pop in and check out what the people there were knitting, say hello to Christine (who is knitting a shawl out of something that looks like that recycled sari silk to me, but is something different made by a lady in New York) and THEN go to our seats.

If you don’t know who Christine Lavin is, check out her website. If her music is not really your thing, I would still recommend going to her concert if you get a chance. All I can say is:

1. Batons
2. Sing-a-longs
3. Sensitive new-age guys

What more could you want?

for self-portait tuesday (thanks to seldomever)

*the sweater that was meant for me but fits sop

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remember this? i do. this was the sweater where i woke up with a rib pattern in my head and tested two different ways of doing the yoke decreases to find what i wanted. This was the sweater i wanted SO bad.

This was also the sweater where i ignored my knowledge that Elsebeth Lavold’s Silky Wool loosens up a lot when blocking. This is The Sweater That Was Meant For Me But Fits SOP.

he’s got a love-hate relationship with himself going on…