I bought wool, yeah. I stayed in a hotel with this in this lobby. I should've stood next to it. It was my height and it was plastic.
I saw this out my window....
After settling in, I took the complimentary car to the LYS, the Shabby Sheep... The complimentary car was a huge, spanking new, black SUV with mirrored windows. On the way to Boll St., I discussed the Republican primaries with the driver, in French.
I spent an enjoyable half hour chatting with the knitters in the LYS. They were like knitters everywhere, they just dressed fancier.
There was yarn bombing to be seen.
I spent my yarn money on three skeins of something called Merino Mia in the Plum Dandy colour way. Dyed in Florida, but looks and feels like Koigu. That was a local as I could get.
After I made my purchase, I sauntered next door, where a teacher was preparing a knitting lesson.
I sat on the long porch in a wooden chair and watched the sun setting, knitting aimlessly on a scarf.
There were lovely wooden rocking chairs.
And there were two cats. This is Winston, a part Siamese feral cat who has had his shots and what not. He comes to eat on the porch every day. There was another cat named Hitler, with a growth on his upper lip, I kid you not.
Here's Winston, settling in to watch the scene as ladies arrived for their knitting lesson.
After a while, I called the complimentary car to take me back to my hotel. I had a great first day in Dallas.
The next day I went to a horrendous 7 hour meeting. I had to change hotels. My new room had this view.
I went home the next day and cleaned out the basement. Who knew.