Solid Gold Sweet Feet

New yarn came in the mail last week. With a Birthday, the 5th Third Bank Run, a soccer tournament and Mother's Day thrown into a five day span, there just wasn't time to blog about it. It is Sweet Feet Sock Yarn by Hill Country Yarns. The hank on the left is called Mountain Laurel with the lavender, green and cream colors. The hank on the right is Shasta Daisy with the yellow, green and white colors. Aren't they delicious? These are hand dyed yarns with nice intensity. One hank is approximately 400 yards, so I should easily get a pair of socks from each. Now the question is . . . what pattern to choose? I want to try Marigold when she gets the pattern done. Maybe a little patience on my part? Um, me patient? Riight. But because I fall in love with the pattern every time I see it, I will wait. Unless. . . she would like me to "test knit" it for her (note the shameless plug)?


This is my new love, and it makes me want to shake my groove thing. It also answers the eternal question, "At almost 40, are your grooves really just ruts in the road?" For me *pause* uh, yes they are ruts.

RM and the kids gave it to me for Mother's Day. It's already loaded with high tempo songs for running, cleaning and generally ignoring who is calling me. I am in awe of how light it is to carry. Once clipped to my pocket, I forgot it was even there . . . well, except for the music in my ears. Listening to adult-type music for pleasure is a luxury I had abandoned for the last five years because of all the early childhood music playing in our house.

So last night, after RM and Boo-boo went to bed, I stuck the earphones in, turned up the music and danced in my living room like no body's business. The neighbors probably thought I was nuts. As I tried to channel the Solid Gold Dancer in me, I did dishes, folded laundry and generally had a blast. It was a secret dream of mine, way back in the day, to be a Solid Gold Dancer. The hair, the costumes, the moves . . . all the rage almost *gulp* twenty years ago. Now, um, not so hot. Back then, I would have had at least one out of three - the hair.

Then reality snuck came crashing back in . . . RM caught me right in the middle of, what I thought, was a wicked move. Lot's of laughing, side holding and "Wait. Wait. Stop! I can't breathe!" came from his mouth. Needless to say, I won't be getting my groove on anytime soon. Unless I know they are completely asleep!