We’re baaaaack! We’ve been baaaaack for over a week, actually. Whenever I take time off work, it takes twice as long as I took off to catch up. It’s been a crazy week and looks like it will continue to be for a while. Yech.

How was our vacation, you ask? Well, let me start with a brief disclaimer. Anyone who knows me at least enough to recognize me in a lineup knows that I have trouble with the whole concept of time and it’s relation to me being anywhere at any given point. It’s totally annoying and rude and makes everyone seethe with anger. Unfortunately, my inner clock is a few cuckoos short of normal and it’s just the way I am. It’s been that was since I was a child and received “N”s (Not Satisfactory) on grammar school report cards in the box next to “Uses time wisely”. I’ll issue a blanket apology now that is good through eternity to anyone who I ever need to meet at a specific time. I am very sorry for my lateness.

My brother, who estimates that everything takes 5 minutes, no matter what it is (Our cuckoos were installed by the same manufacturer.), drove us to the airport. We had some time to kill (Warning! Danger, Will Robinson!), so we went to get some Sunday breakfast. Jon is a perpetually early person. Loves to be early, that guy. As we waited for our check, I was teasing him because he was getting anxious about being late. “The airport is just 5 minutes away!” said my brother reassuringly.

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They wouldn’t let us check in our bags as it was just 25 minutes until our flight. To me, 25 minutes seems like puh-lenty of time, but whatever. Apparently the only other flight to Miami that would get us there in time was booked and the nice lady at the desk offered us standby. I imagined the horns of the Love Boat sounding as they took off, people throwing confetti at us as we missed our cruise. But I stayed calm and the nice lady finally worked out a connecting flight to Baltimore, then Miami that would get us there in the nick of time. Hey! I love the nick of time!

Yadda yadda

They lost our luggage. Fast forward through the stressful wait in the line to talk to the emotionally void staff who talk to pissed-off people about their long lost luggage all day. I won’t bore you with the details of our conversation, just know that I explained a number of times that we had to catch our cruise boat in an hour, only to be asked “So where will you be tonight?” I could only tell the truth as I knew it. “Middle of the ocean.”

Yadda yadda

Tuesday night, we were finally reunited with our luggage as we pulled out of Cozumel. It flew out to meet us, how thoughtful. By then, the change of clothing we had packed in our carry-on at Jon’s suggestion (thank you, Jon) were at peak ripeness. So happy were we at the reunion, we cheered. Then Jon welcomed the big suitcase in such a special way that I think he and it are legally wed in some countries.

The rest of the cruise was delightfully uneventful, despite the fact that it was spring break and our boat was crammed with drunken college students. We lounged, we sipped cocktails, we watched cheesy onboard entertainment, we dined frequently. It rocked.

And the burning question: Did I finish my Chickami in time to wear it in the cruise???

Nope.

But I got close. I finished the straps on the plane home and haven’t even attached them yet. But I’m pretty pleased with it. It only started pooling at the top where it gets separated into two pieces. I never did get to the Koigu. At least I had something to look forward to post-vacation.

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And here is the hoodie, blocking and preparing itself for seaming.

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It’s good to be back. It’s better to be on vacation.

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Jon and I are taking off for a Caribbean cruise tomorrow, so I figured I’d write up a quick post to publicly apologize for abandoning the cats on favor of icy Pina Coladas and non-stop buffets for a week. Sucks to be you, kitties.

I also wanted to cover a few things before leaving. First is that I had a freaking blast last week celebrating Wendy’s birthday in JP. I love me some Wendy. My gal Melanie was in attendance and I had the pleasure of meeting Elisa and Jackie, two great, funny bloggers, and all-around good-time Charleys. It’s so good to know that the internet houses such wonderful people. I also met a bunch of non-blogging-but-still-totally-cool friends of Wendy’s. I can’t wait for her to age another year so we can do it again!

Next, I wanted to concur with Melanie about our first (and last) trip to Wild and Wooly in Lexington. I realize that a lot of people are loyal customers, so it can’t be all that bad. It’s a nice store with a huge selection of yarn, but we felt extremely uncomfortable with the sales woman on duty. As soon as we walked in, she asked if we needed help or were looking for anything in particular. I appreciate this and often take people up on the offer. But this time we thanked her and told her we were just looking around. I think she may have decided not to like us when we asked about the pricing of yarns. None of the actual yarn labels are priced individually. It turns out that either the shelf is labeled or you have to ask. Maybe she thought we were cheapskates. In my case, she would have been correct in that assumption. What can I say, I love yarn that’s on sale. Is that so wrong?

Anyhoo, we wandered around ooh-ing and aah-ing and touching the pretty yarns. I’ve never actually spent much time with Rowan yarn, so I lingered a little, trying to get a feel for the different types I’ve heard so much about. Again, she asked if we needed any help finding something in particular. We politely declined, repeating that we were just looking. There were lots of books to dig through, so we were poking around. A few minutes later, she came around the corner and said “You’re still here?” and started handing different books to us. Books we either had already seen or would have gotten to. She seemed frustrated and it weirded us out. It sounded like she was wishing we had gone. With that, we made our way downstairs. The woman there asked us if we needed anything, we said no thanks and that was that. It was entirely pleasant to browse through the vast selection of yarn. When we were done, we thanked her and headed upstairs where we were greeted with “Oh! You’re still here?” With that, we abandoned any thought of loitering long enough to make a purchase and left. It was very uncomfortable. Maybe some stores don’t want people just looking around, but I rarely go into a yarn store with something exact in mind. Maybe it was just a bad day. Maybe we just didn’t seem like we were going to spend a bunch of money and we were taking up floor space. Who knows. But it’s one of those things I felt I should share. I’m not advocating anyone boycott the place, I just figured I’d mention it.

We ended up going to the always warm and friendly Knitting Room in Arlington where I bought some Feeling and some Berroco Suede (on-sale Berroco Suede – mmmmm). While we were there, someone dumped an entire cup of iced coffee on all of the books. The woman working there dealt with it so beautifully. I was impressed with her grace and kindness to the extremely embarrassed and apologetic customer.

In knitting news, my hoodie is just about done! I decided to try blocking before seaming to see of that makes it easier. I haven’t had time yet, so when I get back, that will be the project at hand. I’m looking forward to wearing it. It’s the less sophisticated little sister of Melanie’s newly finshed (and beautiful) Rogue. It’s made of the same yarn, some is even the same color. Hers has a hood, mine has a hood! Hers has a front pocket, mine has a front pocket! Hers has amazingly intricate cables throughout, mine . . . is covered in cat hair and pizza crumbs.

Last, I wanted to show you what I’d be doing while floating around the deep blue sea. I started another Bonne Marie Burns brand ChicKami. It’s a variegated (yes, I failed Spellcheck again with this word) yarn (Endless Summer Sonanta, thank you Elann!) that I was all set to hate, but I really like the stripeyness of the yarn. It’s not pooling as badly as I was afraid it would. My goal is to be wearing this before the cruise is over (on Friday – booooo!)

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I also got Lavish Lace that was delivered in light speed from Amazon. I didn’t expect it to arrive so soon and I couldn’t be more delighted. What a gorgeous book! I have 4 skeins of Koigu KPPPM (my first ever) and will pick something to make while I’m lounging in the sun.

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There’s not a whole lot you could do to wipe the permagrin off my face at this point. As of this very moment, life kicks ass!

Have a good week, everyone!

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From this article about Martha’s Amazing Monochromatic Dream Poncho:

“On Monday, Stewart told her employees that the poncho was made by an unidentified fellow inmate who crochets about 12 hours a day using yarn from the prison commissary.”

Am I the only one trying to think of a harmless way to get a cool 8-10 years without having to hurt anyone? Well, I may be willing to hurt someone a little . . . you know, depending on what kind of yarn they have in the commissary.

Today is Jon and my second wedding anniversary. I totally forgot as I was leaving the house this morning! We’re going on a 5-night cruise next week to celebrate, we talked about today being our anniversary last night, and I still forgot. (yes, my memory is that bad) For the record, he forgot, too. We’re flaky peas in a forgetful pod, Jon and I. That’s why I love him. So instead of the post I was going to do today (vaguely knitting-related), I’ve decided to post a few of my favorite wedding pictures. They’re the ones I copied onto my work computer when we got the proof CD from the photographer (that’s why his name is on them). I haven’t looked at them in a while and decided it would be fun to share a few memories.

There was no knitting at the wedding, but there was bowling! We got married at the Milky Way Lounge in Jamaica Plain. It was fantastic and I wish we could do it all over again. I wouldn’t change a single thing. We had a Hawaiian-themed wedding and pretty much everyone dressed for the occasion. I don’t have any with me, but the photos of the guests are so colorful and crazy, it was just what I had imagined. The world’s loudest wedding pictures!

This is me getting ready. Note the rhinestones on the tattoo. Also note the bandaid on my hand from where I sliced myself moments earlier cutting flower stems.

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As I was getting ready in the back of the nightclub, Jon had to use the bathroom. His dad didn’t want him seeing me back there, so he led the way.

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This is my dad walking me up the aisle (well, technically it was an unused bowling lane). My mom was wearing a muu muu that matched my dad’s shirt. My dress is a vintage 1940’s number that I had to battle for on eBay. We used Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World as our wedding march. It was the perfect song for the occasion.
You can hear a snip here. Scroll down to the song list.

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This is Charlene. She was my Maid of Honor. I love how her fairy tattoo is just visible from the back of here dress. That’s me looking all ghosty in the background.

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This is our I Do/Me,Too Kiss

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Here is our “formal” wedding portrait (what can I say, informal formality makes me gleeful)

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Here are two great photos of the wedding party. Charlene was the Maid of Honor, and Jon’s friend Tom was his Best Man. I almost gave poor Tom a heart attack when I pretended to drop the ring as he handed it to me during the ceremony. I was trying to keep things fun and upbeat. I didn’t realize it could trigger cardiac arrest.

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If we were a band, this would be our album cover.

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Here is our cake, complete with bobble-head dolls. One layer was chocolate with raspberry filling, the other was tiramisu. Hey! I just remembered that I still have a piece in the freezer that we forgot to eat last year. I wonder if it’s still ok to eat.

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Here’s another smoochy picture, this time in front of the twinkling bowling lanes.

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And these are my all-time favorite wedding pictures. This is Jon’s grandmother, who they call “Mudoo”. I believe she was 91 when this picture was taken. She’s a firecracker. The little girl is my friend Scott’s daughter. He has three little girls and they are the sweetest things you’d ever want to meet.

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I firmly believe that a wedding is a party you’re throwing for your friends and family. It’s a big get-together for both sides. A meet and greet, if you will. The idea of Bridezillas and Princess Days is so crazy. It’s a party, man, relax. Have fun. Anything that goes wrong will only serve as an amusing anecdote later, so let the goofy stuff happen and create some new memories.

Happy Anniverary, Baby!!

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Today is Jon and my second wedding anniversary. I totally forgot as I was leaving the house this morning! We’re going on a 5-night cruise next week to celebrate, we talked about today being our anniversary last night, and I still forgot. (yes, my memory is that bad) For the record, he forgot, too. We’re flaky peas in a forgetful pod, Jon and I. That’s why I love him. So instead of the post I was going to do today (vaguely knitting-related), I’ve decided to post a few of my favorite wedding pictures. They’re the ones I copied onto my work computer when we got the proof CD from the photographer (that’s why his name is on them). I haven’t looked at them in a while and decided it would be fun to share a few memories.

There was no knitting at the wedding, but there was bowling! We got married at the Milky Way Lounge in Jamaica Plain. It was fantastic and I wish we could do it all over again. I wouldn’t change a single thing. We had a Hawaiian-themed wedding and pretty much everyone dressed for the occasion. I don’t have any with me, but the photos of the guests are so colorful and crazy, it was just what I had imagined. The world’s loudest wedding pictures!

This is me getting ready. Note the rhinestones on the tattoo. Also note the bandaid on my hand from where I sliced myself moments earlier cutting flower stems.

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As I was getting ready in the back of the nightclub, Jon had to use the bathroom. His dad didn’t want him seeing me back there, so he led the way.

‚ 

This is my dad walking me up the aisle (well, technically it was an unused bowling lane). My mom was wearing a muu muu that matched my dad’s shirt. My dress is a vintage 1940’s number that I had to battle for on eBay. We used Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World as our wedding march. It was the perfect song for the occasion.
You can hear a snip here. Scroll down to the song list.

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This is Charlene. She was my Maid of Honor. I love how her fairy tattoo is just visible from the back of here dress. That’s me looking all ghosty in the background.

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This is our I Do/Me,Too Kiss

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Here is our “formal” wedding portrait (what can I say, informal formality makes me gleeful)

‚ 

Here are two great photos of the wedding party. Charlene was the Maid of Honor, and Jon’s friend Tom was his Best Man. I almost gave poor Tom a heart attack when I pretended to drop the ring as he handed it to me during the ceremony. I was trying to keep things fun and upbeat. I didn’t realize it could trigger cardiac arrest.

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If we were a band, this would be our album cover.

‚ 

Here is our cake, complete with bobble-head dolls. One layer was chocolate with raspberry filling, the other was tiramisu. Hey! I just remembered that I still have a piece in the freezer that we forgot to eat last year. I wonder if it’s still ok to eat.

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Here’s another smoochy picture, this time in front of the twinkling bowling lanes.

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And these are my all-time favorite wedding pictures. This is Jon’s grandmother, who they call “Mudoo”. I believe she was 91 when this picture was taken. She’s a firecracker. The little girl is my friend Scott’s daughter. He has three little girls and they are the sweetest things you’d ever want to meet.

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I firmly believe that a wedding is a party you’re throwing for your friends and family. It’s a big get-together for both sides. A meet and greet, if you will. The idea of Bridezillas and Princess Days is so crazy. It’s a party, man, relax. Have fun. Anything that goes wrong will only serve as an amusing anecdote later, so let the goofy stuff happen and create some new memories.

Happy Anniverary, Baby!!

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