well i thought i'd share a little dream i had not so long ago about my wool shop lady. it was highly disturbing. not that my wool shop lady is disturbing, she's quite a nice lady (if a bit odd as most of us knitters and crocheters are). it's hard to describe her voice. it's nasally without actually being nasally. it's not super girlish, but she's not super low. almost soprano II like (lower without being alto low). and she's rather soft spoken.
  so you can get the proper disturbingness of the dream...i will explain to you what my wool shop lady looks like. she's a plump woman in her early to mid 50s. thick grey hair that was blond previously. she almost always wears it up in a big bun whenever i'm there (thou i have occassionally seen her with a braid). she has glasses, but i think she only wears them for driving and/or reading because i don't think i've ever seen her wearing them at the wool shop, only at the post office (where i work). i think that should give you a basic reference for the dream.
  so i'm at her shop (which is the upstairs of her log house about 2 miles from my house [read: ewok village]). i'm with a friend, either lorraine or sloth or both, i can't remember. we're looking at some of the fun yarns that you mix with regular yarns to snaz up your projects. the wool shop lady is showing us various yarns. all of a sudden she's behind us in a short, red sequined dress with black nylons andthe kind of heels that are barely held on by 2 or 3 strategically located straps. the dress top kind of has that oriental design to it with the short sleeves (not straps) just over the shoulder and a bit of a cross over the chest like how oriental jackets and kimono's cross. but it's still a solid sequined dress. she's got catherine zeta jones' legs (why i know this, i do not know, as i don't remember looking at her legs). she's doing a throaty rendition of "Let Me Entertain You" from Gypsy and doing some sort of sexy dance along with the song (kind of like what zeta jones did in Chicago). she still had sparkly yarns in her hands and was using them sort of like a boa.
  i woke up shortly and had the heeby-jeebies. now most of you might not find that OVERLY disturbing. but if you met my wool shop lady in person, you'd understand where i'm coming from with this. i'm sure you've all had dreams about someone who's normally benign and has COMPLETELY given you the creeps in your dreams. that's what this dream did for me. i still have that image in my head. it's worse than having the canadian national anthem stuck in your head for 3 straight days. not that i'm dogging the canadians for their anthem, just not a fan of having it stuck in my head for 3 straight days. only canadian i regularly dog is my best friend brent. and he deserves it because he's a twinky. right toad? eh? EH?
anyway...that was my dream. take it or leave it.