wishful Wednesday

Today ended up being an unexpected sewing day, and not for me. V realised that her son, (who I've known since he was a bump inside mama) had outgrown all his event clothing; with 12th Night being this coming weekend, I volunteered to stitch up a new tunic for him. He's almost as big as his dad these days. So last night out to Hillsboro to have dinner with my old friends and take some measurements, pick up a couple of yards of black linen, this morning was all about cut and stitch and serge, and this afternoon back to Hillsboro on the MAX. Two years ago was my last 12th Night, but as mentioned to another friend, spending the money on a new washer makes a lot more sense than spending it on a weekend of socialising, as much as I miss going to SCA events and seeing my friends...

Though the sunshine is now gone away, the somewhat warmer grey weather is really welcome. More transit knitting today, and about halfway through the first of a dozen knitted hats... spoke to someone at p:ear this morning, they can get them to folks who can use them. V gave me another two balls of yarn for the project, so the next hat will be "Svava pink".

There are many choices as to how best to allocate my limited resources (see washer vs event above), but I truly miss being able to go see wonderful live music, which was so much a part of my young adult life, when we all had so much more disposable income ready cash. There were many memorable concerts in large halls and small coffeehouses. Through the magic of this electron world and the clever Music Genome Project at Pandora, there have been a number of new-to-me artists that have become favorites. If it were possible, the Jonathan Coulton concert would be on my list of events for next month. His quirky views and catchy tunes delight my sense of whimsey, and this one celebrates a favorite place of mine: