But! no worries, no worries, because today's post is in fact #95, and i plan on doing something totally outrageously awesome for post #100... i'm just not sure what. Ideas?
Anyway by now you're probably thinking, why 61? Or you haven't looked at the title of this post and are thinking, 'what is she talking about?'
On January 8th my dear friend Eileen Specs turned 61 years old, so today me and Nanc took her out on the town... for tea. Sally Lunns, baby!
This is one of my favorite things on earth:
Strawberry scones with jam and clotted cream. AND Vanilla tea. No words.
Best friends! Eileen actually introduced my mom to my dad, so in i way i have to thank her for my existence. Also she's hilarious. She has to have knee surgery next month so she was asking my mom about this breath testing kit where you have to hold your breath for a long time so she could practice and would be able to do it after the anesthesia (which: oKay only person to ever practice that) and my mom's like, "it's not hard." and Eileen's like, "Easy for you to say, you were a swimmer. I practically drown myself in the shower." and we're like, "What?" and she's like, "Oh, i hold my breathe when i condition, but then i can't hold it long enough so i breath in through my nose and snort in a bunch of water." Just wonderful. I knew this girl in high school who would always have super red eyes when she got on the bus in the morning, and i'd be all, "Elise, were you crying?" and she was like, "No, i'm afraid i'll slip and crack my head on the faucet when i'm in the shower, so i don't close my eyes, ever." Talk about intense showers.
Then Eileen's like, "So after surgery i'll be considered a fall risk. Which i had to laugh at, because when haven't i been?" And then told us the story about how one time they gave her a cane for something, and instead of using the cane, she just carried it around with her, then one time tripped and was like, "What happened?" and realized that it got tangled in her legs, which is the opposite purpose of a cane. Then my mom told us of the time John (her hubby) tried to teach her how to ride a bike when they were 22, and how Eileen can now ride straight, but God help her if she tries to turn. I think everything about that story is adorable.
So after tea we went to some new age shop where they sell you crystals for certain powers, but advertised it as an art store. FAIL! They didn't even have any books by Starhawk (whom i've never read, but holds a small place my heart)!
What a gip. Nanc said they're trying too hard, agreed.
Last stop, Candy Barn:
Which apparently is now called, "Candy Shoppe" spelled in an attempt to be old fashioned kitsch like everything in Chester. Still just look at this place!
It's like being a kid in a candy store... clever.
Anyway we came home with a pretty good hall including most importantly candy watermelons and sour peaches.
And Eileen gave me a gift certificate for a massage, which i've never had before. Because oBviously everyone should give me things on their birthday, dUh.
Firstly, I want to point out that Eileen wore the cowl I made for her! I'm going to steal that pic for my ravelry page. Secondly, right after Jurassic Park came out, I used to imagine that a velociraptor was going to start sticking his talons through the drain in the shower, so I'd close my eyes real quick to rinse then look down to make sure. Thirdly, peaches and watermelons? Bah! Coke bottles and cherries!
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