Not Quite Thelma and Louise

It all started last night. Early in the evening, my friend Carol called to see if I wanted to do an imprompteau knit session for a while. Yes, I did. But I also wanted to dash to The Studio to pick up a hot new pattern from Karen and get some yarn to go with it. They are a pair of fingerless gloves that she just designed for the Retreat, which unfortunately I don't get to go to. On my limited budget, I'd rather spend the money on yarn -- and patterns of course.

I know, I am supposed to be on a yarn diet. But this was a little bit of yarn. Sport weight yarn. And besides, I really wanted it.

Since we both wanted to go there (but mainly me, because I'm insistent that way), Carol met me at Honkerbean's, she was literally standing outside her car ready to jump in mine the moment I pulled up. That was at 6:20. The Studo was scheduled to close at 7:00 p.m. We were at thirty to forty minutes away. No problem.

Except I hit every red light going on every surface street right off the highway. Then on the Plaza, there was a major detour due to construction I didn't know about. We had to detour.

At 6:53 p.m., we had to stop at another red light going up the hill toward the shop. We called on the cell phone and asked Sara and Laura, the employees, not to close the door quite yet cuz we were ALMOST there.

I didn't even wait to find a parking spot, but pulled to an abrupt halt right in front of the shop at a couple of minutes AFTER 7:00. I told Carol to stand in the door and not let them lock up.

Due to the fact that they were already doing us a favor, we shopped fast, picked up the pattern and yarn and left.

Then we went off to Honkerbeans for some coffee and an hour knitting before they too closed. Party poopers. But we had a nice little outing. Two middle aged gals may not be Thelma and Louise, but we pulled off a drive-by stash enhancement and enjoyed a coffee and a laugh before heading home. Not bad for an otherwise boring Thursday night.