I have the most wonderful husband. He went to my favorite local yarn shop (Mass Ave Knits) and got a gift certificate for me. What a Man.

He also said he couldn't beleive how big it is. I guess he thought it would be a little shop tucke in a corner of Fountain Square, instead of a building that, were all the yarn cleared away, would be large enough to play basketball in. And the owner didn't recognize his description of me (I don't go too often, for fear I will bankrupt us with pretty yarn), until he described Arabella, the manic child. Oh yes, she recognized Arabella.

As I write this Arabella is spinning around on her bottom on the wood floor, chirping. I swear I don't give the child caffiene.