Shortly after dinner chez Quimby, the following exchange took place, as Mr. Q was online checking the bus schedule:
Me: "Where are you going? I thought you said you were going to do the dishes."
He: "I'll do them when I get back. I won't be long, I'm just running out to buy a sword."
Me: "Oh. OK then. Have fun, see you when you get home."
I love Halloween. I have to dress up for work, and I'm trying to decide between a ban-sidhe (more work, creepier, very thematically-appropriate for the Celtic New Year) or a black cat (less work, less creepy, also appropriate for the day. Though I'd prolly resemble a fat lazy housecat, more than a witch's familiar)
If I'd thought of it in time, I'd have collected a bunch of paper bags, made a dress, and gone as The Paper Bag Princess. Somewhere I'm going to have to start keeping track of all these great Halloween ideas. Harumph.
I'm stalling on marking. Progress Reports (glorified report cards) due this week, and I'm ready to be done with the marking thing. Also, with Mondays. Somebody put it perfectly yesterday: There are far too many Mondays in a week. (Though actually mine was OK!)
Waiting outside a Starbucks yesterday for a friend who was stuck in traffic (the only coffee shop around, for the record, it's not like I go there on purpose) I was knitting away, and a tourist marched up to me, obvious purpose in her stride. It was a little disconcerting, but I had pointy sticks in hand, so I figured I was safe.
"You're knitting!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, yes I am."
"What are you making?"
"What are you using?"
"Malabrigo....?" (I was unsure if she'd have any idea what I was talking about.)
"I'm a yarn store owner from New York. Here's my card."
(ummmmm.....cashmere and silk....I did NOT need to look at her website! Fortunately she doesn't do mail order!) She was looking for the nearest LYS, saw me knitting, and figured I could point her in the right direction. We had a lovely little chat before I sent her up Main Street.
I heart Knitters.
(Her husband was awfully nice, too.)