I know I'm not the only one who feels this way, but I really appreciate weekends that don't start off already filled up with plans. There's something about knowing that I will have time to do the laundry, start to finish (rather than ending up with heaps of clean laundry, unfolded, on top of the dryer; surely I'm not the only one who does this?), clean up a little bit, knit quietly in the sun (as opposed to at night when I'm so tired I can hardly count stitches), walk the dog, drink that second cup of coffee. As much as I enjoy the linguistic documentation work I do, it's hard to have to get up at 5 on a Saturday morning, knowing that I won't get home until Sunday night, with Monday morning staring me in the face. This weekend is one of the quiet ones, hooray!
It's a nice end to a series of birthday celebrations. My birthday itself was made so much nicer by many little things. I woke up to a lovely birthday and happy Imbolc email from Mary Lou. And right next to that in my inbox was a new pattern from KnitNana; another sweater that I'm dying to knit! And Lori wrote me a birthday blog post (thank you!). Then, three of my fellow committee members, at the first meeting of my day, sang me the Mexican birthday song (really, a seranade), which I'd never heard before - it's really lovely, and much more romantic than "Happy Birthday". Talk about a wonderful way to kick things off; those five hours of meetings didn't hurt nearly so much after such a nice morning. Everyone's thoughtful, funny, wise, and cheerful birthday wishes here made my day, too - more evidence that there's a lot to be said for getting older. You all gave me a lot to look forward to!
I spent much of the day in anticipation of Rick's surprise plans for the evening. He threw me surprise parties for both my 20th and 30th birthdays, but I'd told him this year - no surprise party, in no small part because most of my friends were taking me out to lunch on Friday, and overkill is, after all, overkill. But he went one better. He drove us out to a new restaurant for dinner - a place with absolutely delicious gumbo (mmm...gumbo), and then we headed over to the California Center for the Performing Arts in Escondido, where their free first Wednesday concert was a zydeco band! Go, Rick. Starting a new decade with great food and live music is absolutely the way to go. And when I got home, there, waiting for me, were flowers from my parents, and a little package from Stella, with a beautiful bottle (literally - the bottle is quite lovely; I don't have a picture of it, but you've got to trust me on this one) of gorgeous saddle brown fountain pen ink. I don't know how she knew, but I'd just cleaned out my favorite fountain pen (the one Rick gave me for my 30th), so I promptly filled it up, and now I spend my time trying to think of excuses to write things instead of typing them. All in all, I felt very spoiled!
I also wore my new pair of socks.
Kimono socks; my first pair (after years of wearing) finally got thrown into the dryer (I think) and are shrunken shadows of their former glory. I really do love these socks, though; they're very elegant in their simplicity. These are knitted out of Sanguine Gryphon Bugga - my first pair of socks out of this yarn (although I have used it to knit socks for Rick), and man, is it nice. Not every yarn about which the knit world makes a fuss is worth the hype, but this stuff is. The yarn itself is lovely (a bit of cashmere is a good thing) and the colors are rich and saturated. And, judging by Rick's pair, it wears astonishingly well, given that cashmere content. I have a lot left over, too; I need to weigh it and see whether another pair of socks might be eeked out of the skein (hooray for small feet!).
And I've been getting set up for several projects; I think I'm ready to go in just about any knit-friendly circumstance.
Warm Hats Not Hot Heads (to be cast on as soon as I hit "publish post"), the big purple bag has my mom's birthday sweater in it, and the gray bag has the start of my new project with the RSC yarn.
My mom's birthday is coming up at the beginning of March, and I am knitting her this sweater. As soon as I saw a picture of that sweater, I thought, that's mom's sweater. It's more her than I can possibly tell you. I am using Gaea, in the colorway that's pictured (her choice - this isn't really a surprise present, which is why it's safe to post about it).