Thursday, October 8, 2009
What if I ever have to move? I’ve lived in this house 33 years. I’m a packrat. The worse part of moving was always deciding what to take & what to leave behind (auction, yard sale, ebay, charity etc.). Even worse than that is discovering DH let people rummage in the trunk that was absolutely NOT FOR SALE, and Mama’s favorite dolly (antique by now and worth $500 at a conservative guess) got sold for a couple of dollars. Can’t fix it now, so let it go, still in love with the exasperating man. It’s worth a few tears, but not a fight.The best part of moving was new space, having to go through all my stuff, ending up with a lighter load and having a chance for said DH to get creative with the new space and some inspired remodeling. It’s also a chance for me to get creative with the landscape without mourning the plants that had to go to make room for the new. I did mention I’m a packrat? That applies to outside the house as well as in.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
It was surprising how excited, awed and delighted I felt at Sock Summit. In my life's perspective, it shouldn't have felt so important, but it did. I think everyone who went or wanted to go felt part of something unexpectedly grand. The anticipation was there, as were wonderful yarn and tools, generous sponsors, fabulous venders, outstanding organization and follow-up. Yes, we had stars and personalities, authors and luminaries *and they were us*. We all were awed and delighted to be there. People came out of retirement to speak and teach at Sock Summit and some admitted to being a little star-struck too. For four short days, we owned the convention center. We were not unusual, we were remarkable. I want to do it again. I'm afraid the next one won't live up to this standard. I'm willing to take that chance. Stephanie & Tina, ST1 & ST2, I'm patient, I'll wait. Please do this again.