We're somebody! Who says nobody walks in LA! That's right, Michele and I WALKED to stitch and bitch at Farmer's Market last night. It's not so much that we were carrying a wine bar with us as it was to avoid the drama and stress of driving around and waiting behind cars that are waiting for parking spaces to be vacated by people who are still in the market eating! (Dumb asses) When you must exit the full parking area, you are directed to the gigantic Grove parking structure. This is one of those maneuvers that instantly reminds one of yet another reason to hate LA. In order to get to said parking lot, you must sit through a parade of plastic families of Barbies, Kens and their offspring, as we are not at liberty to mow them down in the state of California. Pity. My theory is that people en mass become cattle-like and stare blindly at headlights as they cross in a turtle-like fashion, hoping the crowd will shelter them from the big motorized chunk of metal heading straight for them. Another theory is that they really can't express their emotions as they are on some form of medication prescribed by their Beverly Hills shrinks and they couldn't register their surprise as they have had too much Botox, as prescribed by their Beverly Hills plastic surgeons. As you can see, parking at the Grove is to be avoided at all cost, even if you do see a woman carrying two chimpanzees or Frodo Baggins. Walk people, walk.

Pattern? What's a pattern.? Last night at stitch and bitch I took my first finished handbag to show Crystal, who taught me how to purl last week. I wasn't sure I was even making a bag but it took shape and I must say, not too shabby. I will have to make a few hundred by Christmas! Sure. Crystal said that she would like the pattern. I don't know how to break it to her, that just might not be possible! I've tried to decipher the mumbo jumbo in knitting books but alas, I seem to only be able to follow a few patterns in my life. Those being : 1) working at a job that goes nowhere 2) joining a health club and never going but having to pay hundreds of dollars anyway 3) starting 5 million projects and losing steam 4) using any extra funds to travel instead of , what is that word...saving? Right. 5) don't forget that hard to shake pattern of picking men that were just not right for me and then staying with them until they hated me, though I have finally broken the bad man pattern, yes! And I will never leave him because the is an amazing chef!haha 6) just not taking time to conquer and change said patterns. I do hope to gather momentum to finish at least 1 of the 5 million projects this year and then who knows, I just might have to take a trip to celebrate.

This is DC the Hollywood cat. (He really should've been an actor! ) He's a 12 year old rescue. He is hearing impaired (DC stands for deaf cat) but that has in no way affected his ability to meow like a banshee, (yes my neighbors have come by and asked if I had a baby in my apartment) especially if he thinks he is alone or wants to wake us up for food. DC is quite a character. He is very good natured and enjoys getting vacuumed, blow dried, spun around in circles on his side and held upside down, okay, I might enjoy it most. He always wins over dog people and that is no easy feat. He is on life #7 as he was bitten by a dog in the face, crushing his nose and puncturing the roof of his mouth, almost losing an eye. He was then cut in the Northridge earthquake the next year, thus earning the nickname Scarface. I know this will sound a bit crazy to some but I am researching a connection to have the 50lbs of fur (has to be) that he sheds each year, spun into the softest, fuzziest and whitest yarn known to man. I will then make a replica of him. Haha, now that is crazy. I'm thinking I would have to make a blankie for his little sister Dexi for when he is gone to kitty heaven. Hopefully not for years and years.

http://www.villahuinid.com.ar The gorgeous suites we stayed in were cheap cheap cheap

Gelato is heaven on earth to my tastebuds!! 

The natives in Bariloche were very friendly! 

Bariloche, Argentina. This time last year. A great time with spectacular views, nice natives, all the local chocolate, wine and beef you could possibly consume for next to nothing. A great meal was 10 bucks, including a glass of wine! I would definately go back to spend more time in the "Aspen of South America", as the locals call it.

Dexi insisted that she be the first posting with her best friend Pinky. She knows that her brother DC will be trying to get his handsome mug on too but at least she was first! Poor little dear, nothing to do but take naps and play with her toys and eat. Rough life.
Kitty and her Kitty