It all started so innocently...
Wine glasses courtesy of various Napa Valley wineriesI went into Joanns armed with my 40%-off coupon to buy 1 ball of Lion cotton (and then you know, go back once a week with an additional coupon until all the yarn I needed is acquired). But there I was, wandering around the yarn section and this lone Alterknits book is sitting on a random shelf amongst a bunch of cheap-o leaflets. I would have never bought this at full price but hey! 40% off! and it's the only one - like it was meant for me!
And all that Cotton? Well, I realized if I was going into Joanns once a week I was just going to keep buying more stuff that I don't need, so in essence it was more economical to purchase all at once. And no, I don't consider this breaking the yarn diet. Makes sense, right? Speaking of random purchases:
Beads were 30% off! And you can never have too many stitch markers!Here's where the happy fun stuff ends. I have to rant for a minute (or five) about the complete a-holes that were in line in front of me; not that they will ever read this but it somehow makes me feel better to VENT about it and maybe somewhere through 'pay-it-forward' they will get some humanity and feel some guilt for the way they acted. This involved two different groups of customers; a young-ish married couple and an elderly lady with her grown daughter. Now for any of you who have worked in retail, you know there are those days when someone quits, 2 more call in sick, and the store store has to operate at 60% capacity. Yes, remember those fun days? And how you work so hard to accomodate a customer?
Needless to say, the checkout line was moving pretty slow - for awhile they only had one checker. Now I have been in there on Saturday afternoons, had 15 people in front of me, and been out of there in about 5 minutes so I know they have the capacity to get it right. Which is why I was minding my own business, and not getting too upset that I was waiting for an extra 10 minutes.
But this one guy is talking
VERY loudly and
VERY rudely about how awful the store is and how incompetent the workers are - and I am staring at his wife, embarrassed FOR her, because he is being a complete douche bag and apparently did not know the meaning of 'politeness'. So they are the next in line, and he proceeds to rip the checker a new one telling her she was a idiot and that this was the worst thing he has experienced (
um - the worst thing you have ever EXPERIENCED? Can I have your life? Kill the dramatics and spare us all....). Then, he demands to call the corperate headquarters from the phone at the counter, and he proceeds to tell the representative how bad the experience was and again, how stupid this poor checker was even though I was willing to bet my left hand she had nothing to do with the situation of the day. So now WE ALL have to wait while Captain A*s-hat Douche Bag continues his whiney b*tchery on the phone and is ultimately,
HOLDING UP THE LINE.
He finally leaves (
and I NO LONGER feel sorry for the wife because she should have A) smacked him, B) walked out of the store or C) a dramatic combination of both). The NEXT customers go up and the cute-elderly-grandma-lady turned into a ragging b*tch in about 30 seconds flat starts insulting the checkgirl for letting the man hold up the line any longer AND for the initial wait in line. I can barely hold it in at this point. FOR the LOVE of god people, this is JOANNS CRAFTS on a Wednesday afternoon -
we are all alive, happy, well-fed, and lucky enough to be standing here buying all this stuff for our own enjoyment. SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
I finally get up to the checkout and I can tell the girl is fighting back tears. They have finally opened another counter and the line is moving quicker, so I try and make some joke to her that the rude man was in a major rush to get home and yell at his dog and the old lady had a crochet hook stuck you know where. It seemed to lighten the mood a bit, but it has been nagging at me ever sense how rude those people were.
| So after that crap I went home and hung lights on my balcony (with the beading wire I got for 30% off!) then enjoyed yet another well-deserved glass of wine and knit. After all, I DID keep my cool and didn't tell that man to get his overinflated head out of his a*s. | 
i love the patio.... |
So here's the secret project. I realized that showing you small panels of stockingnette wasn't much to go off of for a guess.
Cropped Cardigan from the new Knit.1. I will NOT be knitting that weird opening in the front because that is the equivilant of giant flashing lights pointing to my not-so-flat stomach.Finally, this is what Viva looks like about 10 seconds before she is going get into trouble for something....
