Random Thursday in October

The Husband and I went shopping yesterday at an outlet and I found a sweet little jacket on the 70% off rack. When I got to the check out the sales lady said, "Oh, that should have been on the 30% off rack." Now, it was a nice jacket, but I really don't need another and $50 was a little more than I wanted to spend on something not yarn, so I said thanks, but no thanks and the lady insisted (she called me back to the register twice!) on giving me the 70% off price of $17. Now for the big question, why do I feel guilty (yes, of course I bought it. I was afraid the sales lady would hurt herself when she tackled me)?

Did you see it? Last night on Pushing Daisies, Chi McBride was knitting. Not only knitting but he used one of his knitting needles to save the day! I can't wait to see if this becomes a regular part of the series (knitted gun cozies?!?)
I did receive the harmony needles but have been working on the strikke-along vest (so far I've ripped back the back after 8 inches and the left front after 6 inches. Sigh!) so no news to report. I can't even show you a picture because I left the camera's USB at home.

Tomorrow is the long schlep home with a stop to pick up Younger Son at college (it's his fall break weekend). He will be doing the last leg of the driving so Mom can knit (so long as I don't have to use my mental powers to keep us on the road).

In looking for the post where I told about my amazing mental powers while teaching Younger Son to drive (couldn't find that) I came across a few unfinished ends. So some weaving in...

This is the front of the plantation, Oatlands. It belonged to more or less the same family from before the "War of Northern Aggression" (as it is known in the south, sorry, the South!) until sometime after WWII. Lots of interesting stuff to look at and even though it was 102 degrees the day we were there it was only about 85 degrees inside with no air conditioning! We were planning to go back and wander around the gardens this week but shopping and rain intervened. This is the picture I loaded onto the laptop.

I was complaining a few posts back about how hard it was to do fine embroidery and how I am too young to have to start giving up the things I like to do because of age (says the Dr., "Well, you are getting on. You have to expect that you will lose some ......" Fill in the blank as you choose, strength, skill, sight, BTW I am in my early 50s. When did that mark the beginning of the end?). Turns out that if you are really near-sighted that as you age your eye sight will actually improve! I needed new glasses. Things are better now. Not perfect, but a lot better! The new lenses out there are a vast improvement over the last set. Lighter and more powerful.

Next week: Rhinebeck.