Another year wiser -- and the dangers of waste yarn
I celebrated/mourned with a slew of my closest friends at a cute, woodsy themed bar called Camp. There were reporters as far as the eye could see, which is kinda scary. And, as always, the knit bloggers truly represented, including the Spiders.
So there's me with New York knitterati Veronique, Stephanie, Abby, Virginia, Michelle and Sandra
Now, since it was an outdoorsy place, Camp offered s'mores as well as a cocktail called a Bad Girl Scout. So guess who got one?
And my friend Shannon, who is a knitter but not a blogger (yet), bought me the most beautiful, delicious and decadent chocolates from MarieBelle.
So, as you can see, totally fabulous.
The long-suffering boyfriend and I commemorated the actual birthday by seeing the rather bleek yet riveting "An Inconvenient Truth" then wandering around the Lower East Side. For dinner, we went to the Gotham Bar and Grill, which was also delicious and decadent. (Jon is always a better order-er than I am, though).
Now, onto the dangers of waste yarn, the latest installment in the dumbest thing I did all week. Recall how a few weeks back my stinking shower was leaking? I took everyone's wise advice but still couldn't fix it because I'm not able to turn off my water. And because maybe I'm not that handy. So I contact the super and never hear back. To preserve my sanity, I tried to get past it, by which I mean that I kept the bathroom door closed.
Fast forward to Saturday. Feeling optimistic, I put my Ms. Marigold on waste yarn to try it on. This is a cumbersome and delicate process that requires care and precision. No sooner is it over my head and I'm admiring it in my bathroom mirror than my super is at my door, ringing the bell like crazy. I hurriedly pull off the partial sweater, throw it down and let the super in. Of course, the leak is warping my neighbor's ceiling, and he needs to inspect the shower. I can only imagine what he thought of the pile of silk and alpaca tossed on top of the toilet seat.
Edited to add three things:
1. I know it's "AN Inconvenient Truth," not "the," but I wrote this late at night.
2. The drip was affecting the ceiling of the noisy neighbor, so I wasn't that disappointed.
3. And of course I put a shirt on when I answered the door! Sheesh people!