Join Me in Snarkville

First, before I tell you of my adventure yesterday, I must attempt to explain the swatch. Remember the 10 balls of orange yarn? The 10 balls to become some type of blanket for Duke? Well, at the suggestion of Niki, I am trying entraloc as the plan to get other colors into said blanket. The swatch, while not in the right yarn why waste any of my 10 balls), nor the same weight, nor the colors I’m using, is a swatch of the technique. This is key and it is an amazing technique — makes you feel all sorts of clever. Make sense. I’ve got the first row of triangles done now. I have no idea what I’m going to do next, since I did decide to double the sport weight yarn and thus my plan of sock yarn won’t quite work, but I will try.

Ok, what I did yesterday. I was tourist and tour guide to one lovely Amy Singer. Now, she fully expects me to be all snarky, but I can’t — one must have some fodder for snarkiness and she does not provide much. So, I must share with you our adventure — in photo.

This photo is of me picking Amy up on the side of the road in the city. She called and stood in the middle of the street so I could find her.

(Having the social graces of a barnyard animal, I say to her, “Hay, nice to meet you, I MUST pee.” My mother is *SO* proud.)

This is the photo of us having coffee and pastries together (post solving the peeing problem).

This is the photo of Amy and I finding the PERFECT scooter jacket for her. This jacket was waiting for her a YEAR. It was located in a shop that was closed on Mondays (but the owners happened to be there when we pulled up); it was the jacket Amy REALLY wanted down to the color and everything; it was the dirtiest thing ever seen; it was on sale — like major sale; and it made Amy very happy.

This is the photo of Amy with the seals at Pier 39. We had a great lunch that included sourdough bread.

This is the photo of my face when Amy wondered if I was ok when we went to Haight/Ashbury. I was fine, but looking for parking. I’d never been to the Haight. There looked to be some decent vintage stores, but they make my eyes water.

This is the photo of Amy’s tattoo that she exposed because her pants kept falling down. She was in search of a belt, but didn’t like any of my suggestions (gold plastic webbing OR the studded horrible thing in the vintage store.)

Finally, this is the photo of Amy enjoying her first XOX truffle which is of my all time favorites. Yes, they ship — and yes it is totally worth it.

Oh and yes, I totally forgot my camera (and a copy of Amy’s book to have her sign). URGH.

But I can sum up that Amy is a totally cool woman (she gifted me Handmaiden — silk and wool blend). She’s one of the cool girls you invite to your sleepover in hopes she’ll glow cool on you, and then you discover that she’s also really nice. And you know the best part? I think she likes me — and I could shop for yarn with her, since I’d never have to beat her up for the cashmere.

(I never swooned and I don’t even think I scared her much.)