Scraptards!
Now…Robin has often mentioned to me that he feels he should have a hobby (other than WoW, urban poetry, or remarking on my miniscule yarn stash as “oh my god, it’s taking over the house!”)
Well. I think I’ve found just the thing for him. After all, earlier today he remarked to me that we should be saving up for a new digital camera that will actually take printable photos (as in: has enough pixels per inch that we can take the flash disc in to Black’s and actually have prints made).
Thing is…the person in the article…uhm…well….yeah. That’s Robin. Down to wanting to know if there is acid-lite paper.
I will not point out the fact that his Grandmother scrapbooks, and that we inherited a lovely book stuffed with family photos that was originally supposed to be all about his brother until Grandma realized that maybe Robin and his Significant Other might want a book too, particularly one that shows all the embarassing pictures of his youth that most grandmothers collect (and most young men wish they’d burned as soon as Grandma brought them over to the house to show Mum & Dad).
But yeah. He has photos, I have some photos…we’d like to have more photos, particularly of our life together. Scraptarding may just be in our future.
Oh! Should really mention…The Evil Palace of Yarn Goodness got some shipments in this week…and so I dragged Robin down there today so that I could spend some money on my favourite brand of frivolity. I came away with 4 skeins of Artyarns Supermerino (two of my own colour choice, two of Robin’s colour choice - the object being 2 pairs of socks) and some really cool Tofutsies in a cherry pink-and-white twist colour.
They’re also now carrying some of the much-needed tools of the knitter’s trade. I walked away with a swift. They practically had to pry the ball winder out of my arms. Robin now claims to have ideas as to what to get me for Yule.
You don’t want to know what I’ve found to be the best substitution for a ball winder. No. I’m serious. You really don’t.
