Life's a Stitch

Thank for all the B-Day wishes. It was a perfect weekend starting with:

A welcome surprise from Mandy's (refer to my last post about hiding her identity) son, who true to form, graciously vacated his downtown Seattle view apartment so his mom and I could have a girl's weekend. OK, you 20 something knitters, this man is available.You know what they say about men? Watch how he treats his mother and that's how he'll treat you. This guy is super sweet:

Then our mystery woman took me to the Elsebeth Lavold exhibit at the Nordic Heritage Museum, Knitting Along the Viking Trail. Spectacular! Only disappointment was that the pieces were displayed as art, which they fully deserved, but without mention of the yarn used as well as the pattern sources.

The weekend ended with the often maligned, but wonderful, Mr. Manilow. Uttering his name, I've found, elicits extreme emotion. Read the comments from my last post. You either love him or hate him. It doesn't matter, this 65 year old performer's concert where everyone sings along, waving (albeit free) glow sticks, deserves some credit. The techno version of Could It Be Magic was hard to take at first, but it was OK. Really. His acapella encore of One Voice, dedicated to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, was the real magic. Even our reluctant Mandy enjoyed it.

During the weekend we hit four Seattle yarn shops and all I spent was
$2.50, adding to my Scottie button collection. The Canadian customs inspector  questioned me. "What," she said incredulously, "you went all the
way down there to see Barry Manilow and you didn't bring home any concert
souvenirs?" Here's my big purchase:

So, Mandy (did I mention she's blogless?) told me she fessed up at work that she was going with me to  see Barry Manilow. Thank you Blogless Marsha for a wonderful birthday weekend.