So. Much. Fun.

I had three really great conversations ~ with guys, no less! ~ yesterday. The kind of conversations that women have all the time, where Important Stuff is discussed, and the bonds of friendship are strengthened. Two of the guys in our dinner group, plus the guy that my kids have wanted me to meet. And of course, multiple conversations with various ladies. The workshops were thoughtful and useful, the speakers were inspired, the food was way better than adequate [and there was plenty of it], and the DJ really knew his stuff.

I also knitted halfway up the foot on my sock. I love this pattern. There has been no frogging since I got the stitch count right, and minimal tinking. See?



LittleBit is singing in church today, and I am signing while she warbles. And tonight I will be singing with the choir at the fireside. We had a 45 minute choir practice yesterday, and it was delicious to have my voice back.

Here is a close-up of Anastasia. The spiral pattern will be reversed on the other sock.



The guy my kids wanted me to meet, says that I will love my new ward. They rearranged stake boundaries a year or so ago, and he lost his good home teacher to this other ward. He says there are lots of great people in the ward, and that they need more. I, um, finessed my seating at dinner last night so that I was midway between him and my friend Brother Yummy. What did we talk about? The Bitties, mostly. He is nearly as enchanted with my grandkids as I am. [Speaks well for his intelligence and common sense, no?]

This is where we are on the second French Sock for Middlest. I will get back to it shortly, but after two mile-long stockings in greys and browns, I needed to run a little color through my hands.



My friend who owns the duplex left me a VM yesterday, regarding our flooring options. I need to get back to her. I was originally thinking carpeting, but she suggested laminate, and I had been wondering about the feasibility of something easier to dance on than wall-to-wall. So it sounds like we are both on the same page. Plus, a Swiffer is cheaper than a new vacuum.

Time to rustle up some breakfast and start getting ready for church. Wonder if I will make it up to the heel on Anastasia before bedtime?