Yes, there has been a lot of intensive knitting going on these past few weeks.  Just no pictures of knitting and nothing finished.  I’m deep in the middle of cables, lace, seed stitch and spit splicing ends and hopefully all will soon be revealed.  Or finished. Or just hidden away in the closet.  February is a tough knitting month.  So much yarn is on sale during this time of year, it’s hard to take the time away from shopping for yarn at stores and online to actually knit.

We took a trip to Boston and surrounding environs this weekend to look at some colleges with Emily.  This was emotionally exhausting, mostly because  when Emily goes to college, I will have to divert all that laundry money  from yarn to tuition.  While there were no yarn stores anywhere I looked in Boston,  there was a lot of Shepard Fairey everywhere.

Art is Watching You

Art is Watching You

On Thursday night we ate pizza at a good  place in the North End with a long line outside and red wine served in  big water glasses.  While I was waiting on that long line a handsome man chatted me up and invited me to dinner, too, but I already had a date, not to mention a husband and a child standing next to me so I had to pass.

Still, don’t you like to be asked?

Here’s Emily waiting on line.  Even though it’ll be about a year before she leaves, it’s breaking my heart to think about the whole thing.

Profile in Neon

Profile in Neon

I did have the chance to go to this famous place before we headed home.  They were having a sale too.

Unintentional Punk Rock Yarn Store

Unintentional Punk Rock Yarn Store

When I walked in there, the Gang of Four album Entertainment! was playing really, really loud and I though Wow, this is one rockin’ yarn store.  There wasn’t anything I wanted to buy there even 20% off, but I stayed for a few songs since that is for sure one of the ten albums I’d bring to a desert island, a desert island that had a turntable and electricity. When I complemented the salesclerk (a gray haired contemporary working on two socks at time, toe up, magic loop) on her excellent knitting and DJ skills, she gave me a cold stare and reported that the music was coming from the record store in the basement and that she was more of a Michael Buble person herself.