Almost Too Tired Even For Random Bullets of Crap
Back from visiting relatives. Oddly exhausting and much of the trip was a lot less fun than a sweaty concert.
Happy highlights of the visit included
- a trip to Frenchy’s where I scored a couple of t-shirts and a couple of wonderfully ugly work shirts with embroidered logos. (Frenchy’s made the New Yorker last week. Calvin Trillin loves it.) I think Douglas will look quite fetching in Paul’s Plumbing snap front shirt. I’m holding onto the minor hockey tournament t-shirt for myself I think; he can have the Take-One-Down-Hand-It-Around t-shirt
- a dash into Stanfield’s outlet shop where my search for long underwear was wildly successful. He now has all the wooly undershirts he could possibly need. And as an added bonus–even though they were seconds, the arms and legs are the right length. Genuine 100% itchy grey wool Windsor Wear remains elusive.
- a jaunt out Tatamagouche way to the Lismore Sheep Farm yielded some beautiful wooden needles, a drop spindle, and wool that should make up into some good working mittens. My guess is that it’d also make a good gansey.
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Categories: Quotidian, Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time, Travel
Snaps! Thanks, dude!