She smells the yarn and rubs it under her chin and on her neck.

Although I have voted in every single election at the same polling place since we moved into the house in 2014, today they couldn’t find my name in the system. Could it be because I told them I want a democratic ballot? Probably not. Could it be because we are flying a HRC flag at our house, where HRC stands for Human Rights Campaign and not Hillary Rodham Clinton? Probably not. Could it be because I’m already in a shitty mood so the universe was like, “What’s one MORE thing I could hurl at her?! Wheeeee!!!” Maybe. (Probably not.)

I filled out an affidavit and a new voter registration form. I voted. All is well.

My mom, Tempe, and I left for Chicago at 500 in the morning on Friday for our tenth annual Stitches Midwest adventure.

Less than five minutes in, I was trying on shawls and poking out eyeballs.

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(I purchased the kit to make the shawl, except mine will be in shades of blue and a brown and an ivory.)

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Check out the scarf on the little concrete lady.

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I’ll be making it with a rainbow gradient and a deep grey, and I’ll be connecting the ends so it is a cowl instead of a scarf.

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What else?

I tried on the cowl in the photo below and I fell in love with it, so I grabbed some yarn. Bam!

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I tried on the sweater in the photo below and I fell in love with it, so I grabbed some yarn. Bam!

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The sweater was in the Three Irish Girls booth, which has been my favorite booth for the past three years. Last year I fell in love with an orange Footloose and Fancy Free Poncho, and I kicked myself all year (LITERALLY) for not buying the yarn. (You absolutely must have a firm grip on your style before you can go all willy nilly with an orange poncho. I was a little too careful when I was 47. Ah, but now I’m 48, and it’s time to make up for the sobriety of my youth.)

I tried on the poncho in the photo below and I fell in love with it, so I grabbed some yarn. Bam!

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Speaking of making up for the sobriety of my youth, every year we celebrate ourselves with cheesecake (and maybe or maybe not a martini). This year was no exception.

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6 thoughts on “She smells the yarn and rubs it under her chin and on her neck.”

  1. Love your yarn choices. Patterns and yarn colors. I can’t wait to see them completed. Looks like you had fun!

  2. Maybe I’ve never met you in person but I love you anyway.
    I wish I had the ambition to knit all of those projects. They’re beautiful! Last night I finished a pair of fingerless mitts that I started in March of 2017. Maybe I’ll look for a new project, maybe not. ????

  3. Nice photo bomb by mambo. Next year you guys need to make time to go to the Garfield Conservatory, it is worth the time.

  4. Here in WI they have been purging the voter rolls. (Thank you, Repubs. Not.) We have to warn everyone to check myvote.wi.gov/ to be sure they are still registered. Love you Bam! yarn and pattern purchases!

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