It's the kind of day where you feel happy even when you're hanging the laundry up.
The weather is beautiful today, warm but with a touch of fall in the cool breeze. I took the long drive to Woolgathering to buy some more Louise Harding yarn to finish the gray cable sweater and some addi turbos for the evil baby sweater. Even though the drive is long, most of it is nicely wooded with historic houses peaking out, instead of miles and mile of strip malls. I was very good at the shop, only buying the two things I came for ....not 9 balls of felted tweed to make tangled yoke cardigan. On the way back out of Kennett Square there is a fabric store, easy to miss since it is a converted house. It was really time to check it out and I was pleasantly surprised. For me the rating of a good fabric store is based on it's wool selection. I can breeze through the brightly colored quilting fabric without a second glance, but will fondle gray wool/cashmere blend for 10 minutes. And Yes they had gray wool/cashmere blend and in several colors other than gray. There was a wool/alpaca blend that made me wish I could wear the color camel next to my face. It was gorgeous and would have made a lovely coat (if camel didn't make me look green). Near the wools was the corduroy shelf which contained a dark green that is haunting me. I can picture the kind of cute jacket that could make out if it. Almost makes me long for college days were I had big tables and yards of free paper to make patterns. Had to pass on all the fabric since I had just dropped anther 80 bucks at the yarn shop, leaving only with buttons and some embroidery floss that matches my gray yarn.
The mail man was just pulling away as I parked in front of the apartment. Was my first woolgirl sock club box on the porch? Yes Yes Yes, it was! I made myself wait until lunch was eaten and the laundry was underway before I opened the box. Frog saw that the box was from woolgirl and got very excited. He seems to have remembered that Jen once packed some Hershey kisses in a box and now he wanted to get in there. I explained to him that it was highly unlikely that there was chocolate, but he insisted on checking out the box himself.
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