Really. It is. Well, I mean, it’s a good day if you consider a ‘day’ to be a twenty-four hour period; if you consider a day to be the period defined by the same day name, then it’s been a good two days. Last night I was offered (what I consider to be) a spectacular opportunity. I may-or-may-not have performed a few high kicks in the kitchen, but Greg wasn’t watching and Max will never tell, so you’ll never know, will you? I’m not going to say more about that right now, not that I believe in jinxes, per se – but I have noticed that if I tell a lot of people about something very ambitious or exciting that I have going, it tends to screw up rather publicly. So let’s avoid that for the moment, shall we?
In other happiness, I stopped by a previously unfruitful thrift store this morning, on a whim, and found some fabulous stuff. Some puzzles, for instance. A novel. Also two sweaters. The first is in a lovely sage/sea foam/duck egg green (who comes up with these color names, anyway?).
I’m sorry, perhaps you can’t read the tag from there. It says “XL,” and “100% cashmere.”
Four dollars. You guys should really be clicking on the pics to see it closer, it has a delicious halo. Here’s the second:
70% angora, 30% nylon (I assume the nylon is an attempt to lasso in all the bunny hair) and it feels like heaven.
Six dollars. Yeah, baby. Let’s recap: that’s ten dollars for two sweater’s worth of luxury fibers. Neither one smells funny, although both of them are a tad pilly (not a problem) and rather unappealing in their current incarnations (boxy shapes, funky arms – the angora one has shoulder pads, hahaha). Fortunately, I have the knowledge and expertise required to set them free from their frumpy cast-off prisons and turn them into precious treasures. The angora one, in particular, drives home the idea that no one but a bunny should be wearing bunny fur so thick on their entire torso (I think it wants to be a hat and muff). The cashmere – we’ll have to see it unraveled, but it may want to be lace. Really, I am so excited, though. I can’t wait to get started.
Wait. Hold on a minute. Did I say ‘can’t?’ Make that ‘couldn’t.’ My mistake.