Thursday, August 20, 2009
After a week of so-busy-my-feet-have-barely-touched-the-ground-ness, I’m off on a 24 hour road trip á la Thelma and Louise. There are some small differences between the movie and my reality, some of which include:
1. Brett, aka Thelma (or Louise – whichever one did most of the driving) is a pal from way back and a bloke.
2. We’re hiring a car so it’s unlikely to be anything boxy, vintage, American or with road-trip street cred.
3. As far as I am aware, we are not on the run from the law. The sole purpose of my journey is to hang out with another gorgeous pal, (who admittedly spent her youth doing a lot of criminally underage clubbing) and drink non-stop tea on her verandah.
4. The journey is three hours, each way. As far as I could tell in the movie, neither Geena Davis or Susan Sarandon had yet discovered their inner craft. But six possible hours unpunctuated by kid “Are we there yets?” or “I know I didn’t need to go to the toilet five minutes ago when we stopped but now I’m desperate” is too good to pass up. Between navigation duties, I’m starting a top for the two year old based on this free pattern and using that yarn below, even if it does mean frogging one completed sock (ten months on, it’s apparent odd sock issues are too deep-seated to warrant the knitting of it’s pair).
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