Sometimes a day of the grumpies can turn around. When yarn is involved, it's that much sweeter.
Friday night, I attempted to take Amy for her promised evening out, the early show of Hairspray. (This child loves music, dancing, show tunes and anything theatrical. It's quite funny, actually.) As we pulled up to the busy theatre, I had a fleeting thought that there may be trouble, but I dismissed it as Potter-mania.
Sold out. Insert expletive of choice here.
The poor thing cried, as she could see a life-sized cutout of Tracy Turnblad just inside the doors. "But Mommy, I reeeeeeally want to see Tracy dance! It's my dream!" (She's seen the trailer many, many times, if you're wondering where those very dramatic words may have come from.)
Having finally convinced her that Hairspray was "closed", we ventured to Ratatouille, which was just OK. For the disruption a late night brings, it wasn't really worth it.
Saturday morning, both kids were in rare form, their grumpitude barely exceeding my own. Enter Gran, aka, the hero of the day.
"Come on over. You can spend the night, and Hairspray's playing at the neighbourhood theatre. Dad's treat."
Never in my thirty-five years have I felt more rescued by my mother. We hopped in the car (did I mention it's just shy of a three-hour drive?) and got there in plenty of time for the early show. Thankfully, it was not busy at all. I say this not because of ticket availability issues, but because the Little Miss insisted on dancing in the aisle, for at least half of the movie!
Laurel stayed home with Granddad, where the two of them snuggled and kissed for two solid hours.
In the morning, I woke up with the realization that I wasn't in a rush to get home, as T was working until 6pm.
"Hey Mar, how long does it take to get to Black's Harbour?"
Those were the fateful words that led me on my first trip to the flagship location of Cricket Cove. Wonderful, delicious Cricket Cove.
It's the kind of store it would take hours to truly see everything. Yarn popping out of every corner. Exotics, locals, rare finds. Huge quantities of Fleece Artist and Handmaiden. Elsbeth Lavold, Suss, Jo Sharp, Rowan, Knitwits kits, Artyarns...
I finally got my hands on some Tofutsies, and am looking forward to finding out what the fuss is about. At first blush, the colours alone seem squee-worthy.
And in the sock yarn corner (busting with Trekking, Opal, Regia and more), I fed my sick addiction for Opal solids.
(Something about a pure, true pink just makes the girl in me happy.) I think this will be for knee socks for Amy, or maybe some colourwork socks from More SKS.
Some odd bits of Fleece Artist found me, for a project not yet bloggable.
Just when I thought I'd made my way out of the yarn zone (and had cashed out at just $60), there was another room. And another. In the room that serves as the local tourism office, there was a table piled ridiculously high with Handmaiden. Heaps of it. And I found this:
Sea Silk, in the most beautiful almost-solid periwinkle colour. I also bought a bag of dulse, which I haven't had in ages. Do you think hub would believe that the second credit card transaction from Cricket Cove was a $42 bag of dulse?
Lobster lunch and a pleasant drive back to reality capped off what had started as a pretty glum weekend.
Much more in the way of project updates to follow, but I'm getting wordy and it's time to go play outside!
