It's the end of an era folks - I TURNED 30!!!
(Nice to see my sense of humour has still not matured past the age of ten.)
To celebrate my first foray into the dirty thirties, me and my peeps went here to see her:
Whee! There's nothing better than seeing one of your idols perform, then hitting the slots wearing a plastic tiara:
(That's my big bro on the left)
Oh wait, it does get better Cara gave me this:
The fake-a-gamo bag! The crazy woman even lined it!
My first "designer" bag. I'm touched, as the only people who have ever knit for me in the past are relatives. (Why don't more knitters knit for other knitters?) This baby will definitely be getting some serious use-age.
(Thanks for the polaroids Jen! )
And thanks to the "awesome" casino bus taking twice as long as anticipated, I got a lot of knitting time in. We were running late so I knit fast. Knitting faster makes the bus go faster right?
***Note yarn on lap***
When we finally reached the casino and were about to explode with anticipation waiting for the bus-load of gamblers to disembark, I got a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see an older woman who told me; "I just wanted to say that I think it's great that you're knitting! My husband and I were just saying that we thought you didn't look like that kind of person who knits. And your wool matches your tights!"