how do I love thee . . .

So yesterday was a very productive day.  Breakfast, shopping, a little more shopping, clearning out part of the upstairs hall and defragging Zachariah's computer. 

Breakfast was eh.  Perkins.  They forgot the corned beef in the corned beef hash, but that is okay, I didn't need it anyway.  They eggs were perfect as was the toast for dunking.  Sarah ate my potatoes.

Went to Penney's and dragged Zachariah through Zephora just to irritate him.  It was even more irritating when the young lady asked if she could help and I said "nope, we're just hear to embarrass this one."  She laughed.  He humphed.  Sarah did buy a dress for the wedding we are going to next month.  It is black and has one sleeve and the other side has a strap with sequins.  She is planning on wearing red pumps, really high red pumps and red dangling earrings.  There is a guy that is going to be there and she wants to knock his socks off.  It also helps that since got divorced, she has lost 40 lbs and is now in a size 8.  I also have to hack about six inches off of the dress.  This is way outside her comfort zone.  We haggled over the hem length. 

Did our usual zip through Target to pick up various items or various endeavors then headed on home to do some serious cleaning . . . . both the computer and the hallway. 

I should have taken a picture.  Really, it was totally incredible. 

I know exactly how to entice Zachariah . . . watching HGTV.  He is a sucker for home remodeling.  So while his computer defragged (it was taking hours), he and I sorted all the yarn in the hall.  I am destashing big time and was brutal.  My niece is getting gifted with a huge parcel of stuff that while I bought it, I don't want it or don't have any plans for it.  Some of it is good.  Some of it is lousy and made me scratch and wonder WHY I ever bought it in the first place.  It is a colorful collection and I am sure Amy will make great use of the stuff.

He also took all of my straight knitting needles and many crochet hooks and put them in a vase on the table.  They do look rather loverly.   He rewound balls and raised an eyebrow more than once, especially when I unearthed the sweater that I was making for him when he was four . . . or the one sock that I finished for him when he was six.  His feet have grown two sizes since January, so there isn't even a remote chance that it would fit.

But the funniest thing happened.  While I managed to fill a huge zippered container for Amy, I still ended up with LOTS of yarn.  But I only kept stuff that I loved or that Zachariah would put his hands into and say "ohhhh,  this is nice."   I bagged matching stuff in zip-locked bags.  Sorted by type.  Frogged some projects.  Saved lots of stitch markers and redeemed many needles.  Got rid of lots of random patterns and still have about three large bags of bagged yarn.  All nicely sorted.  I have an entire bag of cotton for dishclothes, etc.  I don't even like cotton but I do like to make dishclothes for wedding presents. 

Zachariah thinks that is all of the yarn, as does Dave.  Oh well, as they say, what they don't know won't hurt them.