Eye Candy and the Odd Metaphor

I was driving north on the Tollway after leaving the office yesterday afternoon, and I thought to myself, “I am almost to the Galleria. There is a Godiva store in the Galleria. And I have a gift card that the kids gave me for Mother’s Day, year before last. I wonder if it’s still any good?”

So I bought two of these [on sale, no less] and had one of them for my lunch. And the other one I saved to photograph this morning.

I picked up my check from the credit union, cashed it, and reset my mind to Heaven Standard Time. I spent the next couple of hours serving in the temple, deposited the cash in my primary account here at home, paid three bills [and still have money leftover], almost did the rest of the laundry but decided that I needed to keep the peaceful timelessness that followed me home from the temple, more than I needed clean socks at that particular moment.

So I drove back to Arlington and picked up Middlest, and we went to Knit Night, where I finally got to meet Francis’s wife! Who was knitting a scarf for her son, out of the most berry-licious yarn, which prompted Middlest to say, “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s yarn.”

The Sockdown January Mystery Socks were a big hit. Everybody else seemed to like the subtlety of those glass beads as much as I do. And they liked the Mean Green Jellybeans; one of them said she is definitely interested in test-knitting the pattern, and could I please hurry up and finish the sock so she can get her hands on it?

It’s funny; I did very little actual knitting last night, and I had a great evening! Spending time with these ladies is like going to your sock drawer, pulling out a pair of socks in your favorite color(s), and enjoying how well they fit. Warmth, light, color, resilience, hugs, support, inspiration. And just as I can feel the individual stitches on the soles of my handknit socks with my princess-and-the-pea feet, so I can appreciate the differences as well as the similarities among each of us.

I woke up this morning to a happy fireplace. I almost cannot bear to leave this desk and start getting ready for work, but I need to leave in less than half an hour, and I really do like my job. Not to mention that it keeps me in chocolate, and yarn, and books.