2 posts in 2 days...it's madness i tell you!

I am the proud owner of 12 new glasses.

I can now have 12 people over.

Six can drink scotch or whiskey in rocks glasses.

Six can drink mixed drinks in pint glasses.

Of course only 6 people can sit down, but who cares about that when you have a glass of delciousness in your hand.

The glasses are compliments of my companion who picked them out himself. They're a darn near perfect match to my previous 2 (It used to be a set of four, but 1 is being held hostage upstairs and 1 broke) and it was a complete surprise. He can be pretty swell. And thoughtful.

I'm back to being addicted to knitting. It's all I think about. It's all I want to do. I'm completely committed to finishing up my UFO's, but I couldn't help myself. Yesterday I bought some fuschia worsted and today I went back and bought blue raspberry wool. I'm soooo close to being finished with my long red scarf, I have another dressy kind of scarf to finish, and the sweater that won't go away, but after that:

leg warmers.

Before all ye judge, let me state my case:

I walk to work almost every day. I live in Western Michigan. I am a fan of skirts and dresses. Though I always swaddle my legs in wool tights during these cold winter months, I can always use extra warmth being that I am a Davison girl and us sisters tend to be cold. All the time (Traci, you totally know what I'm talking about!). This is not about fashion. They will not be incorporated into an outfit (though I'm already thinking about how fabulous the blue raspberry will look against some brown tights!). They are practical. They are comfortable. They are warm.

I'm going to combine these 2 patterns.

Tonight it looks like it's another Thursday night heading to the Grandest of Rapids this time for supper at the Cambridge House. Or someplace else. We're living on the edge. Seeing what strikes our fancy. Tomorrow I need to make a very important phone call to a very old friend who is getting married Saturday leaving me abandoned as the last proud to not be married hold out. It's supposed to rain so I'm certain there will be lots of tea and knitting.

Knnnnniiiiiiiitttttttttiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg.

I swear to god it's like crack cocaine.

I cannot get enough.