Uncle Leona's Day Camp

Oh, and another thing...

I'm heading out to Chicago (Gurnee, to be exact) in a couple of weeks to play golf, but I have a whole day to devote to knitting shop hopping. Any "must-sees" out there?

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Desperate and dateless....and now there's a reason

First of all, the bonehead didn't call. My voice must have frightened him away. Secondly, I heard something at the local BW-3's last week that just amazed me. I was out with a friend last Thursday for some beers and wings; we sat at the bar. Some married guy who was behind us playing that crazy golf video game decided he needed to chat with me. We were talking about nothing in particular (kids, work, sports....blah...blah...blah...), when he began this dissertation (paraphrased due to my shock):

"Don't be offended, but I need to ask you something." With this, his eyes are darting over to where my friend was sitting and flirting with some other married guy (his flirting, not hers).

"Involved?"

Thinking he was asking about my friend's status, which is usually how it works when I go out with her, I said, "No."

His response: "No, not her, both of you. Are you a couple?"

That was a first. After I assured him of our heterosexuality, he has to continue sticking his foot in his mouth (it was more like leg at this point): "I have a friend who is a lesbian. She and her partner are really cool people."

Now, of course, this is beginning to sound like some guy who has just said: "I don't have a problem with black people. I know one who's real cool." You know, a backhanded bigoted ignorant dork. I pretty much ignored him from there on out.

So now my problem isn't just that I scare men off. I now appear to be a lesbian. I give up.

I have plugged away at the Crayon Box. The body is about halfway home:

And up close:

I really need to finish this thing. I can't stop buying cool yarn to do blocks! There will be a ton left. I may have Christmas presents to do...

She's just miffed that I booted her off of the sweater to take the photo.

As long as I live, I'll never understand one thing:

a man's interpretation of the phrase, "I'll call you." As it seems about once a season, I'm trolling the waters of Match.com once again. Actually had a bite; a gentleman (with teeth this time) actually emailed me, and was even more intrigued after I emailed him back.

I was on a roll with that email. I think I was a little liquored up, but I digress.

Anywho, I asked him to give me a call last week, and he did! We had a lovely chat (I had him rolling in the aisles...), and he was quite insistent that we go out in the near future. Our schedules didn't jive last week, so he said he'd call yesterday. Didn't happen.

Now, I'm not giving up on this guy yet; hell, he hasn't even seen how gorgeous I look now with my nouveux blonde 'do and golf-enriched skin. I'm guessing he'll call tonight. But why is it we (as in girls) have to guess about this phone call stuff? Pity for him. If he had called last night, we could have gotten together tonight. Now he'll just have to wait to find out how awesome I am.

His loss.

I'm almost done with the melon sweater!!! One sleeve/side left. I got inspired watching beach volleyball to finish it. The Crayon Box is just cruising along. I may decide to redo one sleeve; it's a tad floppy compared to the rest of the piece. I'm finding out as I go along that this thing really needs wool blocks about 1/3 to 1/2 of the time to keep the sizing right. It's going to also need to be blocked like crazy when it's complete.

Photos available when I get home and get to a camera. That may be sometime during synchronized swimming.

My name is Lee Ann...

...and I am an Olympics junkie. Can't get enough of this stuff--unfortunately, I'm still stuck working, or else I could discuss the intricacies of whitewater canoeing and 8 man skulls. And, of course, I get misty every time I hear the National Anthem. I love this stuff.

And since I'm planted in front of a television every evening, I have to have a fairly mindless project in my hands. I give you my stash buster:

Seriously, I'm underway on my version of Chris Bylsma's Crayon Box Jacket. I'm loving this project so far; really easy to construct, and very fun to design.

Sleeve one:

Sleeve two: