I think I'm pretty easy going and predictable. And I don't think that's a bad thing at all. "Good evening and welcome to (fill in the blank) restaurant/bar/pub/etc. Can I get you something to drink?" "Why yes thank you. I'll have a chardonnay." Every time. Easy peasy. If I've been somewhere more than once they don't even ask me anymore. I've often wondered if perhaps I should expand my horizons. I do have the occasional Bailey's but, really, I'm predictable. I do love the bubbly but for some reason, that's a home drink for me.
And in the past week, my predictability has worked out just fine and dandy for me. First I got this.
My wonderful neighbor went to visit my wonderful friend (his wonderful daughter) in Marghera Italy for the holidays. And this is what came home for me (me! me! me!). Yeah--that's some gorgeous bulky rose colored yarn, cookies from Venice and a truly gorgeous bottle of prosecco (mine! mine! mine!).
Then there was this.
Yeah dammit! That's some gorgeous treats in that bag. Flying Fingers had a bag-o-yarn for $25 sale over the weekend. As soon as I got the email, I shot one right back to make sure that they were going to have them in the store--not just online. They're so wonderful that when I got there on Saturday they had four bags made up for me to choose from. Elise told me that she had given Dillon some specifics on what I would like for one of the bags and, lo and behold, that was the one that I picked. It's funny, I carried this bag and another one that had some pretty pinks in it around the store but this one kept whispering to me to ditch the pink bag and go home with it. So I did. As fate would have it, my friend Jean got the pink one the next day!
So am I predictable? Yes I am. Am I boring? God I hope not.