Like The Queen
Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.


please, a little of both

and you should please me. please.


By Blogger Amie, at 10:03 AM  

Definitely both! And more of everything, of course.


By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:16 PM  

You won't read this in time, but in case you're staying in town the entire day, there's a knitting group that meets on Wednesday nights -- they alternate between meeting at Unraveled (Gayton Crossing) and at a Barnes & Noble on that side of town....

By Blogger Mary, at 2:25 PM  

"...enough pragmatic American to know that if I don’t actually feel sentiment I can probably buy some at an antique store.)" LOL!!! I luv it, Dear Bess -- L-U-V it!

-- Your VirgoCanuckSoulSister

P.S. The Fall fashion line up?! What happened to Spring?

P.P.S. The only thing that would make it a more perfect week would be having a chance to stop into an LYS while in Richmond... ;-)

By Blogger Margaret, at 2:28 PM  

Oh, yes, some of each, please. Just for context, you know.

By Blogger Jane, at 5:13 PM  

don't get me started on doctors and insurance companies

By Blogger vi, at 8:54 PM  

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Thursday, February 09, 2006  

Warning. This paragraph contains a sentence written by an ENFP.

One entire wall of the office is perfect. That meant I had to leave a few (small) piles on the desk but they will be visible only until they are filed away - in the Soon-2-B empty lateral file drawers along Another wall in my office. In the mean time, from my desk I can gaze at artfully arranged shelves, some with Professional Tomes, some with Important To Me Sentimental Brick-A-Brack (Yes. Be amazed, those who know me. I have just enough Irishman in me to squeeze a drop of sentiment out of this analytical Frenchwoman’s heart - and enough pragmatic American to know that if I don’t actually feel sentiment I can probably buy some at an antique store.) and some [shelves] starkly empty. Just to the left of that bank of shelves is the antique skein winder and then the door.

Just remembering what it looks like gives me a sense of ease. This weekend I will finally select a few more of Mama’s paintings to hang in the office. I think an arrangement of three small ones would be effective on that other blank white wall. Alas. You must be satisfied with word pictures for a while longer, for Visa sent me the monthly tally and my high hopes for reaping profit by perusing the shelves of Wal-Mart only once a week fell a little short of my inner target. Yes. The total is down a lot from last month, but my dears - that was the Christmas bill. Still we must see what Mr. Bank Statement says, and he’s being dilatory about showing up in the mail box. It is still possible that a camera will leap into my hands this month and I can transform this symphony in black and white into a kaleidoscope of color. (Can you tell the New York fall fashions are up on-line now?)

But that makes me ponder a few questions - would people rather see pictures of the Life-0-Queen or read words about it? Or is it not either/or but please, a little of both? And is it important to me to please others with this blog? And would I be more interested in an illustrated history of self? Ahh and what is the meaning of life? Why am I here? Is my name Collin Farrel? Am I pretending to be Capt. John Smith? Who is she?

Ooops. Sorry. Just nattering because I have nothing else to post today. No knitting, no spinning, no good books - and btw, I am giving up on At Day’s Close. It’s a cursed book. I pick it up and BD starts asking me questions, about many things, but also about the book that he interrupts me from reading every time I pick it up. This is not ment to be. And the little I have read of it tells me that there may be no profound message in it anyway, even if it probably is chock full of interesting tidbits you could toss into conversations at cocktail parties to amaze and befuddle your friends.

Today I go to Richmond with S, who is not just the birthday girl, but also on the library board. We’re scoping out some microfilm history of the county, trying to decide if the library ought to shell out $$,$$$ to get that History in the library. I couldn’t set up a meeting with the WiseGuyWhoKnows but we may get lucky and catch him in his lair. After that, we’re going to eat expensive food cooked by others. And tomorrow is Friday. Sounds like a perfect week.

posted by Bess | 6:48 AM