I really wanted to take my new sock yarn. However, it did not arrive until two days after we left. (Which as we now know was prolly a good thing.) MMMmmm, WhiteWillow's yummy skeins of Lime and Dragonfly. Couldn't you just snorgle this yarn?
So my new yarn doesn't really match my new souvenir purse*, it does prove that I have become a REAL knitter. My purse is now large enough to fit several skeins of yarn for all that knitting on the go. And 1 lb of Jellybeans, because I know that I'm not the only one who consumes jellybellies in massive quantities. Moving on, it's much larger than my old purse, which is both a good and bad thing. Good, because as I just explained I have more room for yarn. Bad, because now I can't find $hit in my purse. Everything just sifts to the bottom, especially if I am looking desperately for it. My other purse was so compact that things just STAYED were it was placed.
All the time I spent not knitting, I was sunning on the beach while rockin' the 45 spf, because I have a huge fear of wrinkles. I already have a hearing aid and multiple cats people. I do NOT need the wrinkles to complete my epitome of oldness. No, I don't burn on contact, actually I tan quite well. And yes, I am the only person on earth who can lay out at the beach for a week and come back the same color.
The evenings were spent eating, drinking and shopping. All-you-can-eat seafood buffets?! So there. Two dollar margarita's?! Bring 'em on! Monogrammed purses?! Had to have it, which were not at all purchased under the influence of alcohol. (Pictured earlier.) Unfortunately, for you, I have no digital pictures of the beach, or any of our other activities. Noooo, not that activity gutter-brain, other activities like putt-putt with a fire breathing dragon. Okay, so there some-a lot-of that activity too. And because I'm not in that kind of thing, we didn't take pictures of that either.
Tomorrow, pics of what awaited my arrival home.
*Staci would be proud.