Mother, MAY I- Whoah.

Stupid May. Winter hung around for so long that it seems a little presumptuous of my calendar to tell me that it's May already. I've done the tour of all the Guelph stores, and am almost caught up with my appointments. Orthodontist down, driver's license replaced, and doctor's appointment booked. Next: dentist, hair and job. When you're an undergrad, the times you go home sometimes feel like you're a car going in for a tune-up, and you come out of the whirlwind of mechanics better-dressed, tressed, and fed. I've been opening my parent's fridge in wonder since I got home. Not only is it big people-sized, (the appliances in my apartment look like refugees from a Fisher -Price playset), but it's full of food. And not just No-Name juice from concentrate and yellow mustard, but real food. I try not to sneak in the deli meats, but the capicolo is too delicious to resist.

In one of those bouts of cruel justice the world brings down on us, Guelph got two decently-stocked knitting stores after I left. Well, one is technically a quilting store, Greenwood Quiltery. But it doesn't just sell lovely Kaffe Fasset and Amy Butler fabrics now, but also Fleece Artist, Mission Falls, and Blue Sky in a back room. Between the fabric and the yarn they got a hefty chunk of my paycheque last year. Actually, the quilt you can see Oliver (whom I miss terribly) lying on in this picture was made with fabrics largely purchased from there, and the fuzzy green sweater yarn was bought there too. That sweater hasn't been completely abandoned yet, and I finally slogged through rest of the body and worked a bit on the sleeve. I want an excuse to start something new, so I'm going to hunker down with it and some of my favourite childhood movies for a terrifying nostalgia trip cum knitting bee.

You know what? Writing about Greenwood has reminded me how much I want to work on my sewing skills this summer. Clothes cost a lot for a crap product I rarely like, so why not learn how to make my own? They can't suck any more than what's at Old Navy this season. And I can include wee hedgehogs! The other knitting store is rather new, and I do believe it's called the Stitch Niche. It has a small but well-edited selection of yarns. My Dad also taught the store's owner, but then again it sometimes seems like he's taught half of Guelph. They're always glad to see him, and yet he's still convinced that he's a bad teacher. Whatever. He went with me on my mini yarn crawl the other day, and witnessed me having inner strength. I passed through Greenwood easily, but finally gave in at the Stitch Niche, and bought some Debbie Bliss Aran Tweed in a pretty teal colour to make a replacement for the Glaistig I lost last semester. That one was made in a pink tweed, and I hope a less-delicate teal will have better juju behind it and stay in my possession.