Almost there

Saturday's 6:45 a.m. expedition to the LYS yielded some great results.

• Alice Starmore's Celtic Collection.
• Nancy Bush's Knitting Vintage Socks: it's worth getting the whole book just for the introduction.
• Two skeins of Fortissima Colori self-striping sock yarn (color no. 9075) that will become socks for my husband.
• One skein of Trekking XXL sock yarn (color no. 802) that will become socks for somebody.
• One skein of Himalayan Yarn Co. recycled silk sari yarn: I'm not sure what I'll do with this, as it's an overplyed and very energized singles. I could ply it with something else, or I could ply it back on itself. It's only about eighty yards, so there isn't enough to do much of a project beyond maybe a skinny scarf. I could use it for an intarsia pattern in something, or maybe a border in a plain sweater. For the forseeable future, though, I think this skein will hang in my workshop and the colors will inspire me.

There are only about eight more rounds to go and then I can start the toe decreases for the Wildfoote sock. While I'm still not sick of it, I am really looking forward to starting the pink Sockotta.

Saturday night we went back to the One Horse Popsicle Stand and watched Wyatt Earp. Kevin Costner has to be about the least convincing and most wooden actor that film was ever wasted on. It makes me wonder what he did with the money his mama gave him for acting lessons. We had fun with our friends, though, and that was the point of the whole exercise.

Tombstone, now, is another matter. I don't give a fig if the movie is accurate or whatever, it's my favorite western. I've had a crush on Kurt Russell since I was about nine, when he was the Computer That Wore Tennis Shoes, and I loved his Wyatt Earp. Val Kilmer's Doc Holliday is a howl.

Sunday I baked scones, but they looked a little funky (thus no photo). They spread out rather than rose high, but they tasted just fine and when spread with orange marmelade while still warm from the oven were just the ticket with tea.

If we could click our heels together and be somewhere else, my husband and I would click and go to England. For now, though, I bang pots and put on tea every Sunday when possible, and we research possible destinations for our next trip. Meanwhile, I finally finished mounting the linen tea towel we brought back from Battle last November, and it's ready to hang over the circuit-breaker box in our library room. I want to use a cool-looking drawer pull for a hanger so finding one is the next step. Another project almost done.

Gosh those weekends sure do fly by.