I love, LOVE, to make flower arrangements. I have been making them since high school. Why I never went into the profession, I will never know. Well, I think I do know. I love it, and why ruin it by having to do it everyday, all the time. It's my nephews prom tomorrow and he asked me to make flowers for his girlfriend. You can't see them, but there are two zombies in the flowers. She loves zombies. It was fun to do.
So, I am at the craft store,picking up the things needed to make the bouquet, and happen to end up by the yarn. Oh yea, its on the other side of the store. BUT, I had to walk by and see if they had anything interesting. I spot it. The cutest ball of baby yarn. Blue and pink and soft and well cute... At this point, hubby, whom I told would I would be 15 min, has now made his way into the store after being in the car over 30 min, finds me. "What are you doing over here? I thought you needed flower stuff over there?" No, I got that stuff honey, I'm just visiting over here. He replies, "I have been in the car almost a hour, can you visit later, without me." OK, I'll be out. The one ball of yarn had to come home with me. It's really sweet. I have to make something with it. I am thinking about holding it together with another baby yarn and making a baby blanket, for the friend who is expecting. I know, I will have to return and buy more if I do that, but I will make the sacrifice.
This is short and sweet, because I need to knit!
