Tuesday: Day Off

This morning, I popped up early to get to Cheekwood so that Ivan could do the Thanksgiving craft, which was a construction paper turkey that you cover with glue and feathers.  Ivan loves glue and suffice it to say that you cannot see the Turkey for the feathers.  We then looked at the Christmas trees which were lovely and headed off to lunch where I had a salad and a soy latte and felt like it was a little slice of heaven, as I was eating a salad and Ivan was sitting in his chair like a lamb while we were eating in a public place.  Things like that just never happen to me, and it was almost surreal.

In the afternoon, I picked up my Blvd. Bolt registration, which went off without a hitch, and I was given a number, a goo goo cluster (which I will probably eat with breakfast, because that is what I do) and a t-shirt which I plan to give to my dad.

Today was my day off, though yesterday was sort of like a day off and the sum total goal of my day was to get to the needlepoint shop to get some yarn that I am missing.  I know that this does not seem like the most important goal you ever heard, but I cannot take my child, the shop is closed on Mondays and Sunday and has very short hours on Saturdays so that by the time my husband is home from his bike ride, it is closed.

I have taken Ivan to the needlepoint shop once, and it was most unfortunate:

• he terrorized the pug dog that lives in a baby carriage in the store
• he pulled all the labels off the lower rack of yarn that he could reach
• he threw the Andrew Jackson needlepoint weight
• he unwound an entire ream of yarn all the way across the store AND I HAD TO BUY IT.

We have been kicked out of two places that I can recall offhand, and those were the needlepoint shop and the Biltmore.    The needlepoint shop is an interesting place that I could not fault for kicking us out.  

I think that when you get into the deep layers of any craft scene you run across interesting characters.  Tonight, for instance, the needlepoint shop proprietor informed me that my yarn was very out of date.  "No One, No One uses triple ply wools anymore.  They are very out of date."  Apparently on an 18 count canvas, which I was unaware I was using, you now use a silk/cotton blend that adds a "luster" to the canvas.  It was quite an earful, when I really just wanted to get my yarn and get home.

Tomorrow, I am back at swim!!!  

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