There was a man standing in the Relationship section talking/arguing on his cell phone with his Significant Other. I hurried up & picked out my books because being forced to listen to his end of the drama & why "Paul called you at 2 in the morning" got to be sort of annoying. I felt like picking up a Relationship book & beating him about the head with it, as if to say "Since you're standing in this section, why don't you use it?" He could've gone outside to argue or at least stood in the restroom (but the background noise of flushing toilets might have made the argument worse, I don't know).
Once I got away from him, I sat down & started reading Crazy Aunt Purl's book, Drunk, Divorced and Covered in Cat Hair. After a while, I began to wonder what was worse: the guy still standing there arguing (again, aren't you standing in front of a book that tells you that you are from Mars!) or me sitting in the middle of the bookstore laughing out loud (alone). Thinking perhaps it was me, I just bought the book so that I could come home & read it & laugh out loud in the privacy of my own home.
I know a lot of you probably already read her blog & the book is just as hilarious. It's not just about knitting, though. As a matter of fact, knitting is only a small part of it. What's bigger is how she copes in the aftermath of her divorce & more importantly, how this changes her perception of herself as a person. In a grander view of things, this could apply to all of us women who don't feel "complete" without someone else. I mean, I'm married, but I do ask myself from time to time, if something happened to Weedinator
Before I go out of town for the weekend (I really don't feel like going anywhere), I'm going to leave you with this image from the Woodland Woolworks catalog (it's on the cover of this book).
"I am The Hotness"When I saw it, I started laughing out loud (again). I had to dub this Fair Isle Hotness. Now, it's not the sweater. The sweater is great. It's the man in the sweater & the come-hither expression on his face & the arm-behind-the-head pose. Like, I am so sexy in this sweater that you must come closer. No, closer. Gaze upon my sexiness and then turn away. But wait...on top of the multi-colored sweater, I am wearing a plaid shirt underneath. Because there can never be too many colors.
We had a German Language teacher in high school who looked just like that. Who knows, it might be him. He had a love of sweaters & smoldering looks (giggle).
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