My new office is almost complete.  I have:
* endured another Ikea death march
* installed some great new shelves to house yarn and fabric
* procured an antique dresser from my folks, who can’t fit it in their new house, and filled it with fabric
* purged all sorts of stuff from the closet
* arranged and re-arranged the shelves and stuff to the point of distraction
I still need to hang some pictures and take some pictures, and maybe get a lamp or two.  I only need to bend space and time a tiny bit to make everything perfect.  Oh, and buy just the right blue paint for the interior wall.

My Olympic knitting is almost complete.  My future holds
* 10 rows to knit
* Hundreds of stitches to cast off
* Mega-blocking   

We helped my folks start to move-house last weekend.  Their new place is on two and a half wooded acres on the verge of the country.  They have a well and a septic system, but they also have newspaper delivery and trash pick-up.  More importantly, they have a millions of sticks, a stream, and a plan to adopt some retreivers.  Kayo is very excited, as is my darling neice Talia.  Her room is purple.  Atta girl.

This coming weekend is the American Craft Council Show in Baltimore, which is always a bright spot in my year.  I’ll be going with a bunch of the girls, and taking only as much cash as I can afford to spend.  As usual, I’ll be very interested to see what the fiber and leather workers are up to, but I’ll be most susceptible to the metal and wood workers, since I do neither.  Chuck Whitehouse is already calling for my money and has sent me some evil evil temptations in the mail, but luckily I already have that bowl in the pic–he destroyed all of my resolve a couple of years ago when he explained that it did indeed cost a lot of money, but if my house burned down, the bowl would be unharmed.  I need to wear ear-plugs near Chuck, and maybe have Simone or Brigid hold my wallet.  The man I most want to give my money to shall remain unnamed for the moment, and I know that Simone has already arranged for him to sell her everything I want.  I’ll find a way to cope.   Kristen Alexandra is dangerous.    Hillary Law may have made me a knitting bag.

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