I spent all of yesterday in Old Town Alexandria, first with the St. Patrick’s Day parade and then a couple of blocks further west to spend the afternoon at Knit Happens.
After the motorcycle cops wrapped up the end of the parade, I wandered over to Knit Happens. I should’ve stayed far away, given their incredible Leap Day sale and the fact that I gave up yarn for Lent. I held out for as long as I could, but at the end of the day (literally, they were locking the doors) I caved into temptation and picked up a sweater’s worth of wool in my favorite shade of red. As long as I was off the wagon, I should’ve snapped some up in pale grey, too, but I didn’t think of that until it was too late. It’s probably for the best. I feel a teensy weensy bit guilty for falling off the wagon, but would it really have been better to wait and spend $100 for the same yarn in a month that I could snap up for $25 now?
I spent the rest of the afternoon knitting in the front corner with Maeve, Nurse Laura, Elspeth & Ann. A fair amount of progress was made on Diagonal Cross-Rib sock numero dos; I’m almost ready to turn the heel. Photos of that and what little knitting I managed to get done during the race today will have to wait til tomorrow. At least I managed to resist getting fries when we went to Hard Times for dinner after knitting. Yes, E & M, I did get the Chilichanga, but everyone else got Frito Pie.