Hopping On Board

I wish I could say that I wasn't one of those people who is always hopping on the bandwagon. But, if the truth be told, I'm quite the hopper. If a wagon goes by bearing a band and I see that others are clambering aboard, then I will probably begin elbowing children and senior citizens aside in order that I might snag a spot for myself.

Despite this, I have somehow managed to elude the recent Crocs fad that seems to be going around. I do love a good shoe, don't get me wrong. But these never really appealed. I didn't like the fit as they seemed to waver between "sort of uncomfortably big" and "just a bit too small." I also couldn't quite see the sense in paying between thirty and forty dollars for an ill-fitting shoe that, to my eye anyway, was constructed of Styrofoam. The whole phenomenon just wasn't working for me and I carried on, convinced that I was living a full life.

With my recent training over and a couple more days of summer vacation left to me, I decided to make a trip back to the discount store to pick up a few odds 'n ends before the start of school. You all remember the discount store, right? It's that magical place where one can purchase a NASCAR-themed crock pot to amuse the blogging world or a one pound box of "Nearegular/Famous Maker" chocolates for a mere ninety-nine cents. I do love the discount store! Today's trip was mostly fueled by my being fed up with my yearly commitment to make curtains for my classroom and failing to follow through. After four years, it was time to accept that I have no desire to drag out the sewing machine to complete this task. I opted to shell out the ten bucks and buy a set at the discount store.

Now, the discount store certainly has it's share of over-stock and irregular items. But they do have a small selection of things that are "normal." Many of those things are to be found in the shoe department and, among them, are the aforementioned Crocs. Not wanting Crocs, I have never really been tempted by them. I'd rather go load up on discount, oddly shaped chocolate. But, I ask you: Just what is a Sheep to do when faced with purple Maryjanes???? I wasn't really aware of my need for purple Maryjanes...I don't recall a time when my life depended upon owning a pair. But, apparently I have been sorely lacking in the PMJ department because I was frozen in my poorly shod tracks by the mere sight of them. There was no getting around it. Styrofoam shoes for $29.99 or not, they were speaking to me.

And what they said was, "Take us home!!!!!"

Who knew? Shoes can talk and I really do like Crocs! I'll be marking this day on my calendar, that's for sure. Epiphanies don't just fall into your lap every day, you know.

With the temperatures being just a bit higher today and a certain mugginess to the air, it was apparent that it was a day to card wool. I have yet to schedule this activity on a crisp, cool day this summer. I am still fiddling with the Shetland lamb fleece and continuing to find it delightful. This is one of the fleeces that found its way from Cathy's house to mine and is yet another thing that should go into the "I didn't know I liked it, but I do" column. It is soft, silky and pleasing to the touch, contrary to my thoughts on the fiber up until this point. I waver constantly on what this is going to be. But, as the carding seems to be taking me something along the lines of "forever and a day," I don't think I really need to be all that worried about it at this juncture.

Too bad there isn't Touchy-Blogging. Then you could pet the Softy-Softy!

And thus ends the second-to-last day of The Sheep's summer vacation. New shoes, and a new yarn in the works; not such a bad way to spend the day, methinks. If you need me, just check the bandwagon...

I'll be the one in the purple Maryjanes.

SA