Into the sunset we ride...

Brought to you by the Seat-Of-The-Pants Vacation Planning Service.

Spiff, the Pony Puke Poncho, and I are going on vacation. Because Twinkletoes is now safely in Boston with her father for the whole summer, and I am safely in Montréal having heart palpitations, crying jags, and bad takeout on the balcony while Spiff kills things with fireballs coming out of their heads. So, I thought we all might want to take a break from our various demons for a little while. After, that is, I overnight express the one thing Twinkletoes can't sleep without, which is, of course, the one thing we forgot to pack: the Bunny Blanket.

On the bright side, I am having a nice glass of Provençal Rosé because I'm dying of the heat here, and this stuff goes well with bad takeout. I've lit candles on the little iron bistro table on the balcony. I've set my place for one with the good stainless steel. I'm living in my own Private Idaho...oh, wait, that's just a song. Anyway....

I'm progressing on Pony Puke. If my daughter learns to read in the next year or so, I should probably change the name of this thing. But I think it's a bad sign that I only think it's pretty if I squint while looking at it.

Pretty? Scary?
Pretty Scary? I can't tell.

I do think that lace can only help the situation, because if you're going to do Girlygirl, you may as well go all out with the stitch pattern. So I've lifted this pattern from a perfectly good capelet in Spun Magazine, which shall go unlinked and half-nameless as I am (a) too teary-eyed today and (b) a wee bit embarrassed that something called a Vintage Capelet has morphed so far, so long, ridden so deeply into the Six-Year-Old's Sunset that we can no longer recognize it for its formerly cool self. I am sorry, dear designer, we have changed the rules. I do know, however, that if anyone wishes to repeat the lace wings design, it can be found in The Complete Book of Knitting by Barbara Abbey.

I think it's less pukey than it could have been, given the look in the skein as compared to knit up. But I'm not sure. I'm having a hard time being realistic or clear-sighted right now.

And that could also be the reason why the Seat-Of-The-Pants Vacation Planning Service has bought a tent, oh, YESTERDAY, for a camping trip at a campground whose reservation system has been down for four days so we might show up to discover that there is no place for us. I did, however, make sure that the cooler is full of some really nice bottles of wine, and yes, I remembered the corkscrew. The campground is near Toronto. Guess...just GUESS...what the Vacation Planning Service has planned as a sidetrip on our way into the sunset....

Lettuce Knits, anyone? I'm a-goin' on a Toronto Yarn Crawl. Then I plan to show Spiff what further damage fake rainbows can do to perfectly natural substances. Cotton is not the only victim of this Light and Pony Show, nosirree. We're going to Niagara Falls, baby.

Back Friday. The Pony promises to take pictures while we're away. The Spiff promises to not die of Resurrection Button Withdrawal. Me, I promise to try not to drive Spiff nuts, call Twinkletoes, and not cry. Much.

It was either this or Jamaica. Our Planning Service is closely related, however, to our What?-We-Have-How-Much-In-There? Banking Service. Off into the sunset we ride. See you all next weekend...

And Cari...call your mother. Trust me.

June 27, 2005 12:18 AM  | Permalink  | Comments (12)  | Print