Come in, she said

In the end, I decided all would be better if I spent this weekend at home and decompressed from my altogether stressball week and didn't risk getting stranded in NH with snow and an inability to get to the airport in time for my flight. Just as well, since I barely managed to finalize my plans for the trip before Friday at 6 PM.

First off, it looks like I am not going to Tacoma. When pressed all three of my bosses agreed there was little that I could effectively do there. As I told the boss I like the best, "Dude. If y'all work this list and decide that you really DO need someone to go, I'll go." So, it's a possibility, but an awfully remote one.

Last night, to ease into the weekend, I went and had good sushi and a big drink. Came home, goofed off, finished my book.

This morning, was up at 7:30 for a 9 am haircut. I'd about died when Leon suggested it, but with the rest of my day, I knew early was better. I discovered the best aspect of the 9 AM haircut when I found on street parking right in front of the salon, on Newbury St. (For non-Bostonians, that's one of the Holy Grails of Boston parking.) Given how easy it was, I think 9 AM may become my new favorite appointment time. Got all prettied up and headed out to JP where I had to pick up this month's meat. I'd not eaten yet, so when I had time to kill I had divine brunch at Centre St. Cafe, then got the meat.

Came home, freezered the foods, got my laundry started, goofed on the computer. Flipped laundry, took a blessed nap. I don't know if I actually slept, but lying down for 90 minutes was like bliss.

Gathered laundry, prepped for packing, got ready for my date with lorac. We went to a fabu restaurant in the South End called Rocca and had amazing food and big drinks, and then we went to see a very silly and funny play called Defending the Caveman. Goofy and silly, but really funny.

Now home and getting all packed up. Heading out for the 11 o'clock boat in the morning. Cross your fingers for me that the stupid wind doesn't mess with Logan too badly, 'kay?

The knitting secret pal swap I'm participating in for the next few months asked us to post pictures of our yarn stashes this past week. I have a lot of yarn. Posted here, in case anyone wants to boggl at just how much.

So, this is a bit late. Mostly because I knew it would take a long time to haul out the stash, photograph it, and then get the pictures annotated and posted. Perfect activity for a rainy Sunday afternoon. As a bonus, I got reorganize some stuff.

I realized as I was doing this, that I have a LOT of yarn. A LOT. And having my husband watching while I was doing this, now HE knows just how much I have, too. I think I'll need to lay off the yarn buying for a while. Heh. I'm okay with that - it's gotten to the point where I almost feel overwhelmed by the stash - there's just too much of it that I love and want to work with to keep buying yarn. It meant I went to NH Sheep and Wool last weekend and bought a grand total of 3 skeins of yarn - two to make hats for the husband and daughter, one to send off to my secret pal.

( Yarn to excess! )

Well, that's my stash. There's actually more, but it's pretty boring collection of wools in natural colors, and I couldn't bring myself to haul those last bits of it out of storage yesterday afternoon.

The other thing I realized when I was pulling this all together is that I like to buy yarn when I travel, which means that a lot of the yarns in my stash have stories to them, even if it's just "Oh yeah, I found that yarn in this little store in Cleveland when I went out there for the server upgrade." It's like having a small miniature history of myself.