Good Girl Goes Bad
Everybody has the friend who is the responsible sort. The girl who never is caught out. She’s punctual. She remembers important dates. She organized. And most frustratingly, she never blows off work for a day of frolicking. So when this friend decides to throw the baby out with the bathwater and take an unofficial vacation day, you need to clear your calendar.
Teri, another Thursday night knitter, is this responsible woman. Try as we might in the past, Celeste, Theresa, and I were not success in swaying her to call in and join us for a Monday jaunt. So, when Teri announced last night that she was playing hookey, there was no question that I had to be part of the fun. Even if I’d been scheduled to work, I would have had to call in -- it’s not often that a good girl goes bad and misses work for the hell of it. I feel a personal responsibility to make sure that Teri learns the value of a mental health day and use them accordingly.
We met at Yarn Central, our knitting “home”, where Teri made her first purchase of the day -- the new Sarah Dallas book. From there, we headed to Irvington to visit the legendary Flying Fingers. From there, we stopped to fuel ourselves for the main event -- The Container Store. Our last stop was Purls of Yarn.
Like many, stores such as The Container Store and Hold Everything are magical wonderlands. Promiselands, selling the wares that are the answers to our disorganized prayers. Somehow, I feel that by simply stepping in, I will be anointed with the power to whip my home into palace of zen-like organization and fluidity. Sadly, the only real organization came to the magazines on my bookcase, but it's a process, right?
Teri, another Thursday night knitter, is this responsible woman. Try as we might in the past, Celeste, Theresa, and I were not success in swaying her to call in and join us for a Monday jaunt. So, when Teri announced last night that she was playing hookey, there was no question that I had to be part of the fun. Even if I’d been scheduled to work, I would have had to call in -- it’s not often that a good girl goes bad and misses work for the hell of it. I feel a personal responsibility to make sure that Teri learns the value of a mental health day and use them accordingly.
We met at Yarn Central, our knitting “home”, where Teri made her first purchase of the day -- the new Sarah Dallas book. From there, we headed to Irvington to visit the legendary Flying Fingers. From there, we stopped to fuel ourselves for the main event -- The Container Store. Our last stop was Purls of Yarn.
Like many, stores such as The Container Store and Hold Everything are magical wonderlands. Promiselands, selling the wares that are the answers to our disorganized prayers. Somehow, I feel that by simply stepping in, I will be anointed with the power to whip my home into palace of zen-like organization and fluidity. Sadly, the only real organization came to the magazines on my bookcase, but it's a process, right?
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