oh, dear. I think, instead of remarking on the absence of posting here on this blog, I'm just going to write as if it's the norm. which, I guess, is becoming the truth.
so guess what? I got myself a new, non-knitting related toy! and by new, I mean old. really old.
(this photo was not taken by me. actually, there's a reason why there are no photos taken by me lately even though I have two FOs and a near FO and I've been to several weddings and birthday parties and isa's first day of school and it's late and I can't remember what else. the point is, my computer is on the brink of death and steve jobs would rather put out iphones and new ipods than new computers which run leopard so I can finally say goodnight to good ole herbie, who has served me well for more years than a computer should. he makes these horrible sounds, as if he's going to implode and/or have an aneurism every time I plug in my camera and/or attempt to open iphoto. it's heartbreaking, really.)
wow, that was a long aside. where was I? oh, yes. I got me a toy! it's fabulous and cute and clean and clickety-clackety mm-mm good. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it except look at it and pet it and store it in its case. but sometimes I just get these wild pangs of nostalgia, thinking about my grandparents' old house and their clackety old typewriter, where I taught myself to type when I was six or seven. I'd always wondered what happened to that thing. when I asked my dad to go pick up this new one for me today, he said "I totally remember throwing one of those out about 20 years ago." and I said "GREAT. thanks, dad." and, apparently, he thought it was hilarious when the guy who was selling it came out holding the typewriter in one hand and the case in the other and said "I don't know how to get it inside." kids these days.
anyway, I'm pleased beyond words with it. and I should be. because it's the last indulgent thing I'll be buying for myself for a long long time. no more yarn, no more $4 lattes, no more impulse shoe purchases. it totally sounds like I'm going away to the big house. but, in reality, it's because I'm going to the small house. the small house that is going to have my name on its deed sometime in the next month or so. say a thousand prayers for me, because I'm headed to the dark side. that's right. I'm going to have to pay a mortgage and - try not to be alarmed - actually knit from the stash.