When you unravel knitting, it's called frogging. I don't know why.
TFL and I had a great three-day weekend. I didn't work at all, which was fantastic. We got a bunch of stuff done around the apartment, and did some erranding, and while out running aforesaid errands happened to wander into a yarn shop, where I signed up for an advanced class on finishing. That was my Valentine's day present, and I was very excited about it. Even TFL got sucked in by the yarn and picked out some beautiful alpaca for a scarf.
Then he picked out a pattern on a swatch I had done years ago and it took me an hour to figure out what stitch it was. (Woven, in case you were wondering. It makes a lovely flat surface on the front and a fun diagonal knobby pattern on the back.)
We got takeout from my favorite restaurant, and he brought back a bag of scrumptious chocolate macaroons. Yummmm.
And we even went to see Avatar. Monday, midafternoon, and the theater was packed. Here's my insightful, in-depth review: the plot is your basic cowboys and Indians, the special effects are phenomenal but not something I'd want in every movie, and it was generally good fun.
In between all that we've been watching the Olympics, which I absolutely love. The schmaltzy stories, not so much, but I could watch the sports all day and all night. There were only two parts of the opening ceremonies I liked, though: the Greeks walking in first (we have continually pondered what the ancient Greeks would have made of something like snowboarding -- I think they would have loved it), and k.d. lang's rendition of "Hallelujah," which was so gorgeous I promptly ordered the cd.
Oh, and tonight I went to the finishing class, and you will all be relieved to know I got an A. Heh.
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