No lambs were harmed in the making of this post.

Today's lunch special: bright shiny wool with a side of falafel. Today is such a pretty day, so I decided to treat myself to a lunchtime excursion to the nearest yarn shop and use my Etsy earnings to pad my stash. I ended up with three skeins of felting wool and a single ball of Merino in some pretty yummy color combinations, the better to create more inventory for my shop. So that I can earn money to buy more yarn. And so it goes.

I love going to the knitting shop. It makes me feel like a kid in a candy store. Of course, it's also about as good for me as candy, or at least for my budget, so I don't let myself go very often. Which is why I hadn't been to that shop in so long that I had no idea that they had both moved AND changed names. So when I pulled up to their old location and saw the empty storefront, I almost panicked, until I remembered passing something that might be a knitting shop down the block. Sure enough, it was essentially the same shop in new clothes. Phew!

After I paid for my purchase and tore myself away from all the pretty, I pointed my car down the street toward Sinbad's, a Lebanese deli I've been meaning to try forever, or at least for the two years that I've worked just around the corner from it. About fifteen minutes later, I was enjoying--and I DO mean enjoying--my very first ever falafel. That thing was so very yum. I might have a new addiction on my hands. It was really hard to choose between that and the excellent-looking gyros, but I've been trying to work more vegetarian meals into my diet, plus I felt a little adventurous. If I had time to start it, this would make an excellent first review for my planned Strip Mall Eateries blog, but, yeah. No time. Anyway: falafels=yum.

Speaking of which, after this post I'm going on hiatus from the blogs for a day or two, at the least. Hopefully, that's all it will take to get caught up on everything else. Admittedly, it could take longer, so it might be quiet around here for a while. Just know that while I'm working, I'm missing you guys. Probably a heckuva lot more than you're missing me.

I think my next lunchtime excursion will involve the lunch buffet at the Indian restaurant down the street and its neighboring consignment shop. I think I'd better limit these little outings to once a week, though, at most, to keep myself from getting too spendy.