the quacking fiber addict

“Thank G-d for tea! What would the world do without tea? How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.”
Sir Philip Sidney

Now, I'm not quite that devoted to my evening tea, but I do appreciate it. I'm brewing some chamomile/ spearmint tea right now, in hopes of it making me sleepy. And if it doesn't work, at least I really like chamomile, right? I wish we had some in the garden. I loved Brookside Gardens back home (D.C.) because there was this old English-style garden, and between the flagstones chamomile had been planted, so it was amazingly fragrant wherever you stood.

Back to our garden. I suppose even the most fragrant herb wouldn't have helped me today (the mystery herb didn't help, that's for sure) as I took out the most tenacious grass I've ever encountered. I also got out as much of the plum tree roots as I could (again, this thing's a weed itself!). It helped that the weather's been rainy the past few days, so the soil was loose.

I was muddier than an earthworm by the time I was done, but hey, the grass and roots were gone from one of the beds (two, now) - only two to go!

After that, Dad, Emm and I went on the Mad Sneaker Hunt of 2007. It wasn't quite as exciting or daring as The Great Apron Hunt of 2006, but it came close. I ended up with 2 pairs of Sketchers sneakers (my first new pair(s!) of trainers in, er, 3 years, I think). I also found some cute sandals. We ended up in Springfield (10 points to me as navigator) to find the second pair at a sister store.

In the end, it was Dad who suggested getting me the second pair - after we went through nearly every damn brand in the store. In European sizes, I'm a 37/8. But, in American, well, only G-d knows. I fit 6's - 7.5's.

Shoe standards?

I think not.

In Knitting News - I finally found replacement needles for this project:


And before you ask, no, I did NOT sit on it. I have absolutely no fricking idea how the needle ended up that way. I had it in my sling backpack, and I pull out the project to work on and... well, wow. I tried bending it back, but it didn't work. And I shall use it to poke the first person to suggest Viagra.

I'm gonna transfer the stole to the new needles tomorrow later today. And now my tea is cool enough to drink.

MMM... chamomile.

Labels: gardening/ weeding, knitting, lace