Jul 29, 2009 09:35
Yesterday I had a quick conversation with Brian on the phone (quick because the random house they ended up staying at in New Hampshire is on the top of a towering hill with no reception) during which he asked for my ring size. How the hell should I know-- I told him I'd ask Mom and get back to him on it. Oh, mistakes. I asked her and she goes "IS THERE ANYTHING EXCITING I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?"
"No." Blank stare. "Oh. You mean-- No. Haha."
"Well, I mean, you're certainly old enough by now to make your own decisions about that."
"...Yeah, I know. Mom, I'm not getting married."
"I know, I just think it'd be more convenient if you waited until you were out of school."
"...Which is why I'm not getting married."
Still waiting for Murakami's 1Q84 to come out. Still no mention of it on his English website. Damn. But I've started reading A History of the English-Speaking Peoples which is kind of hilariously judgmental but very well written. Also picked up a copy of The New Yorker's short story collection Wonderful Town, which I've been puttering through when the tiny print of HotESP gets to killing my eyes. (HotESP looks like a porn site, doesn't it?)
AND FINALLY. The world's greatest quilt shop is at the bottom of my street. It's SO BIG and SO COMFY with bright colors and big comfy chairs and rugs and random little oddities and so much beautiful fabric I think I ruptured something when I went in there. I wish I was at least a middle aged lady so the other middle aged ladies there would accept me into their circle of stitchery, though. When I was looking around I was picking up that "why are you here?" vibe and no one talked to me. Only my mom. Oh well. Drool-worthy fabric. Pictures to follow. (Not of fabric, but of things.)
boy,
crafty type things,
books