Getting to Know You

Thanks everyone, for your comments on Georgie’s Vest. He’s feeling like quite the popular guy. When I told him everyone said he should smile more, he scowled and turned away. I think I heard something about crazy and knitters. Hmm. Wonder what he’s talking about.

Yesterday I had a very lovely meet up with Cassie, in the big city. We met at Purl, right when it opened, but it quickly became overrun. What was everyone doing there? I mean, Christmas is only four days away! You’d have to be crazy* to start a new project for the holiday, right?

Anyway, Cassie was essential in helping me choose some new yarns. I bought some beautiful Koigu for a pair of socks for my sister. I decided it was time to try socks. And some blue sky alpaca – man that stuff is soft – and some Cascade 220.

After buying our purchases we went next door for some tea and Lemonade and talked about religion, politics, you know – all of those getting to know you kind of topics. It was like meeting an old friend (actually – it was kind of weird, because Cassie totally reminded me of an old friend. They look very similar – are about the same size – and even more freaky had the same exact voice!) I had a lovely time and I hope to meet up with her again soon. Thanks Cassie!

Reason #5,489 why I love my husband:
Last night while I was sitting on the couch, ALONE, dutifully* knitting, he called me about 11:30, out with an old friend, all excited. “Listen, listen, can you hear it?” I listened closer to the background music. “I can’t believe they’re playing this and you’re not here!” What were they playing? Why it’s our favorite stalker song, from our favorite movie:

I’ve Seen That Face Before/Libertango
by Grace Jones

Strange, I’ve seen that face before,
Seen him hanging ’round my door,
Like a hawk stealing for the pray,
Like the night waiting for the day,

Strange, he shadows me back home,
Footsteps echo on the stones,
Rainy nights, an hustling boulevard,
Parisian music, drifting from the bars,

Tu cherches quoi, rencontrer la mort,
Tu te prends pour qui, toi aussi tu detestes la vie,

Dance in bars and restaurants,
Home with anyone who wants,
Strange he’s standing there alone,
Staring eyes chill me to the bone.

Dans sa chambre, joel et sa valise,
Un regard sur ses fringues,
Sur les murs, des photos,
Sans regret, sans mélo,
La porte est claquée, joel est barré.

(I’m thinking we need this. Maybe to hang in the bedroom.)

In looking for some links to the movie, I found this review by Roger Ebert. In it he says “‘Frantic’ would have benefitted from the coldhearted cutting of some scenes and the trimming of others (such as a dance sequence in a nightclub that continues until it is inexplicable).” OH MY GOD! This is the scene where Grace does her thing! It’s ESSENTIAL to the movie. Oh Roger. I liked you better when you were fat.

* Okay. So I’m one of the crazy ones that started a holiday gift four days before Xmas. But it’s for Georgie Mou and I don’t want him to know about it – so no details. And it’s not working out as I planned either – even though it couldn’t be simpler. Pics to come later.