Yes it's true even Death knits...
I found these enchanting knitting needles on a recent trip to port townsend. The BF and I went hiking at Fort Flagler and then stopped off in town to visit the Antique shops and have dinner. Of course I spotted the yarn shop right off and was amazed when it was actually open! Of course I am "working, at work " right now so I don't have the name of the shop to give it a shameless plug..I'm thinking it was called Diva knitting? At any rate the poor BF was nice enough to trod around the shop after me for a little bit and even he was impressed with the needles of death. Of course after about 5 mintues he told me he would be waiting outside and the lady behind the counter said " Wow he did pretty good, lasted longer than most of them!"
So along with deaths sticks I had to buy some yarn for a project that was supposed to be for using up various balls of handspun that are multiplying like Tribbles in my house.
But some pretty colours caught my eye and had to come home with me.

This is said project. I don't even know yet what it is going to be. I am going to be like an artist or sculptor and let the yarn speak to me...tell me what it wants to be. Right now yarn has decided that it isn't going to be long enough for a scarf but is leaning towards a throw or possible rectangle wrap, or a square with lots of fringe on it. I don't know what the hell yarn wants and I don't think it does either, must be why we get along so well.
I seem to be stuck in a purple pink pastel rut of some kind...my last shawl was purply and I do have projects of other colours on the needles but somehow I wind up back with this one. I am just knitting together a bunch of different handspun. I must say it is pretty exciting picking and choosing which yarn to use next, be it pink, or blue green or whichever ball the cat hasn't chewed on yet.
On this subject (squemish? don't read this) I swear this is a true story. I saw the cat walk by with a little yarn sticking out of her mouth, since I know she likes to sample some of my hand spun I just took it and tugged on it and I swear I pulled at least 3 feet of yarn out of that cat. She had swallowed it too and did some gagging to help return it. I'm just glad I caught it before it had time to travel to the other end of the cat.

In other news I have stepped off the precipice into the world of chiropracty. Due to some health issues I thought I would check it out and see what the hubbub was about and if the hubbub could do for me. I still don't understand much abot it but I am given the impression that I am in terrible danger and could slip a disk at any moment!!! or I could die a slow agonizing death from a pinched nerve.
No really, apparently my neck is pretty messed up and needs adjusting, ( and I thought it was just my attitude that needed adjusting) So I think I was zapped with sound waves yesterday or something, whatever it was I am feeling it today and hopefully that means it's working and I'm not submitting myself to snake oil.
What's interesting here is how I feel about being confronted with the need for a commitment.
I need to be seen 3 times a week for awhile. I will need to do excercises and keep these appointments.
When the guy says, "your in bad shape, but we can get you some improvement with a little hard work" I hear " I could use some new rims on my tires , and you have insurance"
Not only do I have to commit time and energy but money, Hell screw time and engery it's the money. Of course my insurance will pay for so many visits a year but at 3 imes a week they will go fast and then what? I think I know, a payment plan yet another kind of commitment.

Now don't get me wrong I am trying to be as open minded as I can about this and who knows maybe it will be the best thing I have ever done for myself I don't know or my insurance company could be milked for money and then the turn to milking my wallett.

How will this financial commitment affect my relatinoship with my chiro-dude? after insurnace is gone will I notice his nice new tie, or expensive watch and think to myself . "I bet I paid for that"
( I already do this with my avian vet, I own a very tiny portion of his very nice motorcycle, in my head at least)
Funny how I am much more comfortable shelling out a lot of money for my cable then I am paying for somethign that might actually be good for me, and my chiro-dudes snazzy wardrobe.
Now thats just Bass ackward!