It was a very quick trip for me, and we only had a couple hours to get together, but we managed to cram in a lot of fun and laughs in a brief time. We did break away from Dave's Ass Watch long enough to go to a yarn shop on Newbury Street, appropriately named:
I need no yarn. We all know this. But I could not resist poking my little self into this shop. I bought something. And here's the thing about the shops on Newbury Street: The rule applies, "If you have to ask, you can't afford it." In fact, I'm convinced that on Newbury Street, it'd be considered downright gauche to ask. So of course this yarn shop has no prices on their yarns.
After placing a call to Cara to ask her how many skeins of Euroflax I'd need (I knew she'd know, and I'd somehow neglected to put the ultimate resource's number in my phone. That situation has since been rectified.) for a Mason-Dixon hand towel, and blissfully ignorant of the rack price of Euroflax, I went to the counter to pay. I don't think I'm telling any tales out of school when I say that getting off the phone with Cara is no easy task, so, much to the consternation of Sandy and Dave, we kept on gabbing while the lady rang up my purchase. I nearly dropped the phone. $42. For a hand towel that still has to be knitted by me. And we all know my hourly rate. Well, we don't "all" know -- but *I* know. Hee. Anyhoo, still, it'll be worth it, should I ever, you know, take up knitting again.
But here's the kicker: The pattern calls for sport weight Euroflax. The one I bought? Light worsted. Perhaps this will be a body towel, not a hand towel.
I managed to photograph some handknit socks.
What else. Oh, yes, a sky photo. It was a Sunday, not a Saturday, but still. I was with Sandy, after all.
And because Boston is so pleasant to drive into now that the Big Dig is done, I think I'll do it all again real soon -- next time with much more time to spare. See you then!