Well howdy there!  I have just been sitting around, watching television, drinking mimosas, and watching the world go by and counting the days until I am a mother-in-law.  Okay, the part about the mimosas is true.  I had the pleasure of attending a bridal shower for my future daughter-in-law on the Easter weekend, and had a very nice time.  My sister Jean came with me (and was a good sport, even though she professes to be less than enthused about traditional shower games- you know, fabricate a wedding dress from a roll of toilet paper in five minutes and that sort of thing) and we got to know a few of Geoff’s future in-laws and a few of Courtney’s dancing friends friends from dancing.  There were mimosas (and a box of wine that I took- you never know when you might run out of things to drink.  I hadn’t bought a box of wine since Ski Club days at university.) and cupcakes.  Oh, the cupcakes. If you are ever in Calgary and haven’t had these,  I command you to run out and try some.  Betcha can’t eat just three or four.

I’ve been having some success with The Dress, meaning that I have acquired the proper Undergarment, and can now stand and sit in the dress.  Breathing whilst sitting is still somewhat constricted, and eating will be a bit of a challenge.  I’m confident that two and half weeks of discipline will get me to where I need to be.  That and Lean Cuisine.   Mike has rented a tuxedo and should look sartorial, Andy ditto, and the dog/house sitter is all lined up.  18 days.  Not that I’m excited.

Knitting continues.  I finished these goofy socks

although they really don’t look as goofy on as off.

They are really comfortable, and everyone at S&B seemed to like them or at least pretended to.  I should point out that the lady in the top picture in green is not actually a knitter, but a crocheter, but we let her come Wednesday mornings anyways because she hosts movie nights at her house.  We just watched Mama Mia and the next one will be Hairspray.  We are an easily distracted bunch.

I have started on a pair of socks for Mike.   I don’t seem to be moving very quickly on these- could it be that I am selfish and only get enthused when I knit for myself?  Or perhaps it’s knowing that Mike is hard on his socks and a search on Ravelry has turned up several comments that the wool felts when worn, and I was hoping he’d get several wears out of them before they’re ruined.  As it is, I will not let him wear them until he pampers his rough feet a bit.

The yarn is Knitpicks Imagination, colourway (no longer available) Woodsman.  If you check out the sock on the right, you’ll see patches of whitish, where the dye apparently missed.  According to comments again on Ravelry, this is a problem with this yarn.  It’s too bad because it does detract from the whole thing, (although Mike was unable to pick out the difference.  Nice guy, just not too perceptive when it comes to subtlety in colours).  After I emailed KnitPicks about it, they replied (and fast!) that it can happen with handpainted yarns, but they do try to send out skeins that are close.  For my bother, they have put a credit on my account for my next order.   These guys are good.   Mike is not likely to be wearing these socks with shorts, and all of his pants come down at least to the tops of his shoes, so I will probably be the only one who notices.

Upon reflection, I realize that it only seems like these are taking forever.  Two-at-a-time seems like a good idea, except that it takes forever to get anywhere.  Maybe I’ll knit a sweater for a break.  (Marge, you may have an opening here to reclaim your sock mojo that you thought I had taken.)

Mike just phoned to say that tickets for Neil Young just landed on his desk, so it’s off to get culturefied tonight.   The tickets are in the nosebleed section, but if there are empty seats lower we’ll just sneak down.   Not essential, because in this case, the music is more important than the visuals.  I enjoy concerts where it’s about the music and not about the dancing, costume changes, entourage and pyrotechnics.  You know that when Mr. Young opens his mouth to sing, that’s exactly what he’s doing.  He’s a pro- no lip-synching for this guy.  Should be good.

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