I just got home from two days in Indianapolis for work, a meeting of a subgroup of this professional organization my magazine belongs to. It's a nice group of editors, who are not surprised when I knit through the part of the meeting where we all go around and basically catch up. I'm getting close to finishing my second pair of socks.
Since I needed to get to Indy by Sunday night, I decided to leave a day early and spend some time with my friend Kristi, her husband, Brian, and their three kids (fourth on the way as you can see from the photo above), including my godson Silas. Kristi is a crocheter (is that a word?), so I made her model a baby blanket she's working on, though she still has to add the white ruffles. It's always great to see Kristi, and I really admire her and her husband as parents (well, for other things, too, but also as parents!)
On the way from South Bend to Indianapolis, I saw a sign for "Flea Market," so I stopped and it was quintessential Indiana (very rural, very low prices). I got all that thread at left for a quarter, the vintage Christmas cookie cutters for a quarter, four rolls of brown paper for a quarter each, and these eight vintage gold-trimmed bar glasses (with recipes for drinks like Singapore Slings on them) for $5. Rebecca can tell me if that's a deal, because I know she collects vintage barware. I'd like to someday too, but for now this is it.
There also was yarn buying in South Bend, which I'll share at a later date. The scenery on the drive was so pretty (we just aren't having good colors in Chicago this year). I tried to take some pictures from the car while driving (see that truck bearing down on me in my rear view mirror. Yikes!) I also had a wonderful meal of Asiago-encrusted scallops and warm pear bread pudding with caramel for dessert at a restaurant in downtown Indianpolis called Palomino. Anyone ever been there? I guess it's a Midwestern chain. Yummy.
Good to be home, though. Ed had the guys over to watch football while I was gone (Those darn Bears. I can't believe they beat Philly in the last seconds like that!) But you could hardly tell he had anyone over, the place is so clean. I'm married to the best man ever.