Huh?

Did I miss the day in Sunday school where we learned that graffiti is OK as long as it’s Biblical?

NY NY

Still recovering from my weekend in New York. Took along the sweater that will not end (more on that shortly) but didn’t get much done other than on the plane there — once I hit the ground I was running and didn’t stop until I collapsed in a heap on my own couch three and a half days later.

I did wrangle some shopping time on Saturday. Picked up this:

at School House Yarns, an odd, slightly musty shop in an incongruous office building parked in a strange patch of Manhattan. But oh, the deal. A pound and a quarter of Italian merino-cashmere blend for under $50.

Then following Broadway downtown, stumbled on the Union Square Greenmarket. We haven’t had the faintest whisper of spring yet in Chicago, so just the presence of a farmers’ market, let alone one with *flower* booths, was almost too much to bear. And then this:

I practiced a little self-restraint and didn’t buy anything, though I did reading the tags with the different natural dyes (onion skins, cochineal, indigo, etc.). I did also schlep over to Purl Soho, just to check it out, and was pretty disappointed. It was the size of a large closet, and packed. Not one for crowds, I couldn’t force myself far enough into the shop to see much. Price of Manhattan real estate I suppose.