When it comes to a few things regarding knitting, needles, yarn and stitches, I sometimes break rules. But in life, I almost always follow the rules; at least I try to. So, why is it, I've been taking Girlfriend to the same school for two years in a row and happily parking all over the busy joint, including in the reserved spaces, the ones boldly labeled "Principal," or "Kitchen Manager" and never thought twice? Could it be that each time I broke that rule and didn't get reprimanded that it reinforced something inside me that said, "See? Those bright yellow cement things with those names painted on them mean nothing!" Or, "It must be that those names painted there are for people no longer working here, yeah!"
Anyway. I nearly got slapped by the Computer Teacher yesterday morning.
When I came back from dropping Girlfriend off at the school playground, I noticed a car doubled parked in back of mine. My eyes widened, my mouth went into a big "O" and I looked over at the Kiss and Drop-Off Attendant and said, "Oooooh. Someone must have run out of gas behind my car."
"Nope," she said, "You parked in the Computer Teacher's reserved parking spot."
Five minutes later, the Computer Teacher, the one I thought was so sweet on Back to School Night stomped down into the parking lot, and just as she swooped into her car, I cowered a little and said, "I'm so sorry; this must happen to you all the time." Then, with a scowl, she grunted: "Actually, this is the first."
The wind from her slamming door nearly knocked me over.
Oh, and add to that I went shoe shopping and the only ones I was drawn to were the orthopedic type.
Now, I just have to decide what kind of sleeves this cashmere number needs. I wonder if I should take a day or two off, to recharge, instead? (The brioche stitch strip will be attached just under the bust. It'll act like a belt. And I just love that tortoise belt buckle. Pattern will be available soon.)