I should be ashamed of myself. . .

I really should be. It's Monday morning and I have nothing to show for my weekend. We literally relaxed it away. Call us lazy. Call us boring. Call us useless. We are all three.

I would like to blame it on the fact that starting this weekend we will begin a marathon of Saturday/Sunday excursions, social engagements and outings. Maybe we just wanted to take a breather before it all began. Then again, I suspect I have become a bit of a home body as of late.

On Friday, however, I did do something to talk about. Kissed Knitter and I ventured to a new yarn shoppe about 30 minutes from my home. I had learned about its opening via Needlefingers and had been itching to make the trip. Luckily Kissed Knitter was game, so we headed over immediately after work, loving the fact that they were open until 7 p.m. which is quite a luxury for yarn shopping in our neck of the woods.

The owners were delightful, a duo of daughters and their mother. The shop featured a great variety of yarns in all price ranges and blends, along with lots of stuff to tempt spinners. I have to admit that what I loved the most was the atmosphere and the welcoming by the hosts. So personable, so helpful and so warm. As knitters and crafters should I be, I think. I picked up a few goodies, enough stuff in fact to begin Rusted Root in Cotton Fleece in a great shade of Dusty Sage. Seems a bit of my knitting mojo has returned. I am even leaning toward making a trip to the knitting group there. . . just a little adventure.

The rest of the weekend was made up of two disks worth of "Veronica Mars", a few movies, some house cleaning, a walk at the park, lots of laundry, some front porch preparation and a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Like I said: a whole lot of nothing.