Join Me in Snarkville

Before I explain the title, a couple of random thoughts…

1. Who, other than me, instantly thought of Thelma and Louise when they read Alison’s comment about being hide in the Prius so I can fit in?  And for the record, there are few women in this world I’d drive off a cliff with, of which Alison (who is too amazing to ever commit armed robbery or drive off a cliff) is on my list.
2. Barb, yes — I shall bring you next time — it was truly awesome — though next time I’m bringing my PJs, I’m drinking with the girls, and I may be forced to steal more yarn — because apparently that’s what I do when I’m invited to other people’s houses.

Ok…so back to my story for the evening (which, seriously how exciting is my life that you get two posts today?).. (more…)

(Warning: knitting and yarn content to follow. I know a few of you, (db, I’m looking at you) dislike this, so you may skip this entry. Otherwise, knitters and dyers enjoy.)

Yesterday, I spent the day with the Minons of the Pointy Sticks (I think there is a blog — but I need someone to send me a linky) in a dye-ing frenzy. Oh my word. There are a few things you need to know about this group:

• You can not be shy. Sorry, shyness is not allowed. If you want something to drink, you get it. If you think of something witty to say, interrupt someone and say it. If you like a skein of yarn, ASK for it, nay, demand it. (Perhaps threatening to steal or move the owner’s cabin to the engine room helps.)
• These ladies know their toys. There were squeals of glee over new wheels — which I freely admit that I’m not worthy because I don’t spin (yet).
• A few of this pack are going on Sea Socks ‘08. I have a feeling that I need to warn Celebrity — there is going to be a bar that will never be the same again. (more…)