Oy Vey, Whatta Day!

So, I ended up going to the felt club on Saturday. While I don't doubt that it was their "biggest event ever", I think the organizers either had no idea of the popularity of the event (doubtful), or did themselves a real disservice by making available the "goody bags" for the first 250 visitors. I was there at 12:45 (event started at noon), and already people were leaving with goody bags in tow. The place was so incredibly crowded I stayed for all of ten minutes - the time it took me to go from one side of the room to the other. There *literally* wasn't enough room to breathe, much less give full appreciation for all the items being exhibited. Which is sad, really, because I had full intentions of spending some serious cashola . . . or at least up to the $200 I had in my wallet. Next time, the organizers might want to give away 10 goody bags per hour, or at 2 or 3 various times during the day. That way, you won't find yourself in a zoo at noon, with a graveyard by 3pm.

Since I found myself with a few extra hours to enjoy the beautiful FALL-like weather (crisp, cool, just a hint of rain in the air), I adhered to the MonkeyGurrl's Basic Saturday Road Rules and went on an adventure. MGBSRR are basically as follows: (1) you must go somewhere you haven't been before; (b) if you are going somewhere you've been in the last 6 months, you can have a general map of where you are going, but no door-to-door directions; (iii) no freeways (except when the road on which you're traveling inadvertently turns into an on-ramp, which has happened more times that you wudda thunk); (fourth) NO u-turns. Under any circumstances. and (V) no getting yer panties in a bunch b/c of traffic.

Which leads me to some pretty interesting parts of town. But mostly lets me enjoy the day meandering to and fro, with nary a care in the world. Annoyingly, my profoundly accurate sense of direction prevents me from getting too lost, but at least I'm beginning to understand how these different (cities? towns?) relate to one another geographically (vis-a-vis, Glendale/Burbank).

I serendipitously (by way of one of my favorite parts of town) made it over to Unwind, where I knew they were hosting the HI-larious Stitch McYarnpants and her traveling museum of kitschy stitches. She was every bit as sweet and unassuming as her posts are wittily acerbic. And seeing the knit and crochetted monstrosities up close and personal was a bit frightening - it brought me face-to-face with the memories of some of my early forays into acrylic.

I wish I had pictures, but my cell phone *still* isn't transmitting!!!