you know you've made it when...

... IKEA starts naming stuff after you, even if it is an ugly pillow.

Eric back safe and sound from Atlanta (he missed the tornados there by a day), I promptly left him at home for a day on the slopes. A great ski day, cold enough to keep the snow from getting that spring slush feel, but warm enough to be comfortable. I had a bit of a skiing epiphany too, figuring how to keep my skis close together without having to struggle so hard (answer: lean forward a tiny bit).

Eric had to work today, and I spent the morning knitting and trying my hand at felting. I knitted and felted a set of four coasters* while listening to the end of The Other Boleyn Girl. Now, that's 19 CDs worth of audiobook, so it's been awhile, and I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the book. Meaning, I am not sure I would have enjoyed reading the book so much as I did listening to it. So when Anne lost her head and the book concluded, I got a little panicky. Not like when I finish a book and I want to know what happens next, but rather, I have been listening to Susan Lyons telling this story for so long that I don't know what else to listen to as I knit/quilt/do the dishes/ride the bus. In fact, I have so neglected NPR lately, I have found that I am not nearly as up to date on current events as I usually am. And what's worse, I'm OK with that. So I hunted around the Seattle Public Library for a new audiobook fix, and placed holds on two other Phillipa Gregory audiobooks, and when I saw the "download now" button for The Boleyn Inheritance, I clicked. Twenty minutes later I was happily knitting again to a new story about the Tudors, Boleyns, Howards and Careys. The bad bit is that the downloaded audiobook isn't compatible with my iPod....

* I bought this yarn last week while I was at the fabric store buying a rotary cutting mat and quilting ruler. Two balls of Fjord Crystal Palace 100% wool yarn jumped off of the shelf and right into my hands, I swear. After I had paid and was putting my haul into my messenger bag, a shop employee walked by and said, "Wow. Knitting and sewing. you've got it bad."