Life's a Stitch

After fighting holiday weekend traffic Thursday night, Lynn, Samantha and I arrived at our place in WA. As we turned into the driveway I saw someone was parking in my space. Then I looked through our windows and saw someone was watching my TV. It wasn’t a stretch to think that someone was sleeping in my bed. Middle aged confusion ensued. We rent our place out by the night and for a second I considered that perhaps I had forgotten a holiday weekend rental. Had things really gotten that bad with my pre menopausal brain that I could do something like that? And why hadn’t this renter called and complained that the condo hadn’t been cleaned since the last renter?

There was a logical explanation. There were some date changes in the last rental and we had arrived a day early. There was no need for this apparently ditzy landlady to disturb the unsuspecting family.Luckily we had a key to a neighbour’s weekend place and after he stopped laughing was more than agreeable in helping us out of our bind.

The weather wasn’t cooperative so we started out our weekend shopping. US shopping, despite the dollar difference, is a treat for those of us from north of the border. Such selection, the sales, one sales tax!

Then Missouri Star met Life’s a Stitch. What is it about getting together with another blogger that guarantees a good time? Dorothy and I met for the first time live at Hellen’s Needlework shop in Mount Vernon WA, along with my good sport non blogging very little knitting friend Lynn. I took along Marina and my flower basket bag.Dorothy brought several examples of her amazing lace knitting. You should see it in person.

When Missouri Star met Life’s a Stitch there were smiles:

When Missouri Star met Life’s a Stitch, the yarn stash multiplied (photos later). Really I wasn’t going to buy any yarn…