Because I care about Ed and his ongoing quest for reading pleasure, here’s a blog post.
Um. I finished the kitted part of a really cute green purse. I used Berroco Suede and some shiny nylon tape thing. I started this originally as one of those “knit a long rectangle, fold it in half, and seam up the sides” deal, but instead I redid it with a rectangle bottom, then I picked up stitches on three sides and knit in the round until I ran out of the shiny tape stuff. Which wasn’t very long. I should have taken a picture of the ridiculously tangled mess I had with this yarn last weekend as we drove down to Tombstone for the day. I didn’t, though. Here it is with the handles that still need to be attached. I’m not sure what the finished dimensions will be. I’ll let you know after I line it with cute fabric and something to make it not floppy. Suggestions?
That’s my new laptop, by the way. A Dell XPS M1330. In addition to a ridiculously wonderful machine, I also get instant tech support with people who LIVE IN UTAH. That’s all I have to say about that.
Speaking of Tombstone! It was great fun. It occurred to me, towards the end of the day, that Tombstone is a lot like a renaissance fair(e), but with boring costumes and fewer women. And no delicious smoked turkey legs that require one to be prepared with plenty of dental floss.
We went on a tour of the historic Birdcage Theater, which is apparently the only thing keeping Tombstone designated as a historical town or whatever it is. Apparently this is the most haunted place in Tombstone, but that’s like saying my silverware drawer is the most haunted place in my kitchen. I took plenty of pictures figuring I’d find some ghostie orbs or ghostly figures afterwards. This is the most interesting picture. I don’t know for sure what those fiery blobs are, so I’m going to assert that they’re manifestations of unhappy souls of departed prostitutes. I might be full of crap.
On our way back home we stopped for dinner in Tucson at a place called Lil’ Abner’s. Oh. My. God. I have never had such gloriously wonderful ribs in my entire life. They have four things on their menu. Wait, they don’t even have a menu. They will serve you a gigantic steak, a gigantic slab of beef ribs, a gigantic slab of pork ribs, or a few chickens. Take your pick. Eat them all. They grill their meat over a pit, and they don’t start cooking until you order. Go there. Lil’ Abner’s in Tucson. It’s housed in what used to be a Pony Express depot. Pretty awesome. Check out my boy in a food coma! (No, he didn’t eat all of those.)