You mean it's NOT all about me?

Two friends and my hairdresser cancelled plans with me this week. I could have gotten into a slough of despond thinking how you can't rely on people and everyone lets me down, and how come the whole world doesn't treat me like a royal princess as I deserve.  Fact of the matter though, one friend is a real-estate agent and she has to show when the customer calls.  The other two cancellations were due to illness.  No one snubbed me and I can have a hissy fit if I want but really, I'm not the center of the universe.  That is SO hard to remember!

My time was not wasted, though.  I re-worked the Mickey hat. This one will fit.  The ears are big pompoms (thank you, whoever left the skein of black acrylic yarn. It makes great pompoms.)  I'm rather pleased with the way this turned out, working without a pattern as I was.  (And yes, I DO love it when DH  says, "Roxie could make that for you.")

The next knitting project was a sample swatch for Teresa Ruch who dyes beautiful yarn and has a shipment of bamboo yarn to  show her customers.  As I was binding off, DH asked to handle it.  It has a lovely texture and he was squeezing it with pleasure, asking about the properties of bamboo.  IT's not elastic, but it's much cooler than wool.  Would you like a bamboo sweater, Darling Husband?  He's thinking about colors.  Squeee!  I adore being able to make things for him, and wool sweaters are just TOO hot!



Adventures in grocery shopping.  We bought a dragon fruit.  Anyone have any suggestions on how to eat one?   It's about half a pound of, "different."

We also bought cheeses.  Some days, things just jump into the shopping cart, you know? And today, there were lots of interesting cheeses  at good prices.  We're going to have broccoli and cheese soup for dinner tomorrow, so we had to buy some cheddar, and then we saw they had some manchego, and an interesting sheep cheese and some beautiful hard parmesan.  And a package of truffle pate demanded attention, so we had to get a baguette and some cornichons . . .

There were apples as well.

I love a picnic lunch, don't you?

Friday night, DH and I went to Mezza, a Lebanese restaurant on 55th and Woodstock.  We  had a great meal, and I posted a photo about them on Facebook.  My niece asked, "What was the special occasion?  Never mind.  You guys are special.  You don't need an occasion."  Isn't she a dear? So I answered, "It was Friday, and I'm not pregnant."  That's always a reason to celebrate!