A touch of giddiness

I live within walking distance of a burgeoning power shopping centre. It all began with Wal-Mart -- which is ick, yet constantly comes in handy -- and is becoming more interesting as it gets built up. Saturday night we were driving home from a lovely dinner at my sister's house while I was suffering from a touch of day-after-the-night-before (and in case anyone harbours any doubt, you can suffer from that malady even without alcohol) and I was immensely cheered up by the appearance of a brand-spanking-new "Coming Soon!" sign.

Michaels. Within walking distance. Of my house.

Of course I'd rather have an LYS but Michaels has its value. It beats the pants off Wal-Mart for crafty items anyway. The husband immediately laid down the law: I am only permitted to shop at Michaels if I walk there and back. Of course I cheerfully agreed. I suspect he has never walked up there himself and thinks it's farther than it is. Don't tell him it's only ten minutes.

OTN: Finally got started on one of my Socks of the Month from last summer. Must get caught up on those things. And I have made some progress on the rippled baby blanket, which is rapidly becoming a less than exciting project.