Hearst Castle Once Again

My Thanksgiving vacation began a little early with our annual Honors fieldtrip to Heart Castle. Paige, who is in my Honors English class this year, has probably been to Heart Castle ten times and so have many of her friends, but they still had a great time. After we go up to the Visiter's Center to see the movie that "convinces" us that W.R. Hearst was not an egocentric, war mongoring, yellow journalist, we go back to the village of Cambria and give the kids a couple of hours to walk around, eat, and shop before we head up for the evening tour. One of my favorite yarn shops is in Cambria, The Ball and Skein, but they're in the East Village and we go to the West Village, too far for me to walk in the time we have. Happily for me, though, Flying Fuzzies was open. It's mainly a cross stitch shop, but she has yarn too, and I always enjoy seeing the unique variety of "handcraft" items she carries. I ended up buying a bookmark counted cross stitch kit to make for my mom for Christmas; and, although I've mentioned innumerable times that I don't need more yarn for years, I couldn't resist some Fiesta Alpaca/Tencil yarn. The color is "African violet," and it's just beautiful. I don't think forty-six is old...at least for me. I've seen lots of "old" forty-six-year-olds, but I don't act or feel old most of the time. Still, I have to admit that riding on a school bus for several hours has never been comfortable for me, and it gets more uncomfortable every year; however, I do get some good knitting done during those long drives. I finished my socks.