Are You All Tired of All This Yet? Part 1
This is another post about packing and moving. And partying. And eating. And stalking. You can watch TV if you get bored... (Name that movie. Anyone?)
First off, here is my swatch before felting:
And here it is AFTER felting:
It's like alchemy or something. Totally different thing after washing. Magic.
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Friday was the kids' last day at their school. I was up there four times and cried at three of them.
At the school, there is this very sophisticated visitor registration program where they scan in your driver's license and then each time you go to the school, you sign in on a computer and state your purpose. Most sane parents select "Classroom" as their purpose for being at the school.
All year long, I've done this subversive thing where I chose really silly/ blatantly false reasons for being at the school. 
No one has noticed. At my second to last visit yesterday, I finally succumbed and admitted what I really needed...
And then we had a party to empty out our kitchen. It may just have been my favorite party ever.
But I cried a lot. So it was really good I forgot to wear make-up.
Except that my stalker came by for a vist and there I was, looking all frumpy and without make-up and DUDES, would it be so much to be looking my best when my stalker came by?
Because she's spectacularly beautiful.
And okay, not really a stalker.
(But I just love saying that.)
She's someone who has read my column for years and years and now has subscribed to the blog and moved to Austin. (Her move to Austin has nothing to do with me. Honestly. Because you KNOW I'd claim it if I could.) Anyway, we had exchanged several e-mails and were trying to get together for lunch but things have been so crazy for us that, when she read I was having a clean out my kitchen party, she stopped by on her way home.
Honestly, I have never been so flattered in all my life.
I just wish I felt more worthy.
Anyway, here she is. Her name is Anne.
Isn't she beautiful? Thank you, Anne for (almost) stalking me. You made my day.
And then there were goodbyes:
I'm okay. Sort of.
Mostly.
First off, here is my swatch before felting:
And here it is AFTER felting:
It's like alchemy or something. Totally different thing after washing. Magic.
*******************************************
Friday was the kids' last day at their school. I was up there four times and cried at three of them.
At the school, there is this very sophisticated visitor registration program where they scan in your driver's license and then each time you go to the school, you sign in on a computer and state your purpose. Most sane parents select "Classroom" as their purpose for being at the school.
All year long, I've done this subversive thing where I chose really silly/ blatantly false reasons for being at the school. 
No one has noticed. At my second to last visit yesterday, I finally succumbed and admitted what I really needed...
And then we had a party to empty out our kitchen. It may just have been my favorite party ever.
But I cried a lot. So it was really good I forgot to wear make-up.
Except that my stalker came by for a vist and there I was, looking all frumpy and without make-up and DUDES, would it be so much to be looking my best when my stalker came by?
Because she's spectacularly beautiful.
And okay, not really a stalker.
(But I just love saying that.)
She's someone who has read my column for years and years and now has subscribed to the blog and moved to Austin. (Her move to Austin has nothing to do with me. Honestly. Because you KNOW I'd claim it if I could.) Anyway, we had exchanged several e-mails and were trying to get together for lunch but things have been so crazy for us that, when she read I was having a clean out my kitchen party, she stopped by on her way home.
Honestly, I have never been so flattered in all my life.
I just wish I felt more worthy.
Anyway, here she is. Her name is Anne.
Isn't she beautiful? Thank you, Anne for (almost) stalking me. You made my day.
And then there were goodbyes:
I'm okay. Sort of.
Mostly.
Comments
Felting really is magic. I can't believe you've never felted before! Felted bags are some of my very favorite things. And those ubiquitous Fiber Trends clogs - oh, my word. To die for. I had a pair at the shop I used to wear and they were the best things ever. I should've stolen them when I quit.
I'm ready now. The goodbyes are kind of killing me.
Barb
Bon Voyage..and I'll be looking forward to reading you on the flip side of the country!
And even if I weren't getting ready to start moving, what you are writing is real, and I always like reading the real stuff.
Your hug pictures got me, made me do a bit of pre-move sniffling.
I think I remember that you like wine? Make sure that one of your early weekends includes a wine tasting trip to the vineyards of the North Fork.
And another weekend should include a trip into the city with your girls. Try the Children's Museum on West 82nd (I think). Cafe Lalo, is probably still open across the street, and their desserts will make you completely FORGET about what you've left behind.
Also, take the girls to the American Girl store and cafe, and the Natural History Museum. (The latter is within walking distance of the Children's Museum and Cafe Lalo.)
And there are literally DOZENS more wonderful things to do, besides getting to know the town and neighbors.
You'll love it in this neck of the woods, I'm sure of it.
You seriously blow me away.
The felting does look magical. I think it did it once to a sweater when I was in high school. I didn't think it was so magical then.
And I'm sorry about your grandmother, Hokgardener.
I'm glad to see you're so receptive to near-stalkers. Coz I might just make it out to New York one day. If I can ever stop spending money on yarn - at least, long enough to save up for a plane ticket.