Friday Mishmash

Without going into too much detail, let's just say that I became aware that it was time to replace my sports bras - beyond time, in fact.  I really need to employ the date system like my dad used to do (and for all I know, he might still do this) with his work pants...he'd write the date he bought them on the waistband.  We would crack up because they would "expire" and he'd pass them onto Jeff, who'd wear them for another few years.  Anyway, I ordered several sports bras and the first one came in time for me to wear it on Saturday's run.  I liked it (and especially liked the instant weight loss that comes with a new bra - I always forget about that until it happens, and then I'm all happy), and I ran with it again on Tuesday, and then I washed it with all of my other running gear - I like to wash everything together because none of that goes in the dryer, so it's an easy load to remove and hang dry.  Well, I was doing just that, hanging everything to dry, when I pulled out my new bra and saw this:

It looks like it was run over by a car! 

It was shredded on both sides, but way worse on one.

I have a front loader, so there's no agitator, and as you can see in the picture, I even hooked the band together before I washed it (full disclosure, I don't always do that, but I made sure to since this was a new bra).  I called Nordstrom right away and their customer service was wonderful (which is why I ordered from them in the first place) and a new one is on the way before I've even sent it back.  I'm stumped as to why this happened and I sure hope it was just a fluke.  I don't need to have this kind of heart attack while doing laundry!

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Last Saturday morning, we were at the park, waiting for everyone to arrive for our usual run.  We heard the most awesome car engine approaching, and it instantly brought me back to my childhood.  An older car came around the bend, and as we all stared in awe, it pulled into the driveway of the park - turns out, it was Karen and her husband Jimmy, in their 1963 Buick Riviera!  They were going to the car show after we ran, so they drove into town in that beauty.  It was fun to check out the car, but what impressed me most was the sweet sounding engine - you don't hear that kind of rumble anymore.  

 

After we ran, ate breakfast, and showered, Jeff and I headed over to the car show.  We found my friend Rosalie and she let me sit inside of her car:

 I would have loved to cruise the El Camino Real in this baby back in my high school days!

Rosalie with "Miss Molly" - a 1969 Camaro SS.

Jeff found his birth year car - a restored 1957 Chevy 210.

I had to pose with my birth year car, the 1963 Riviera!

It was really warm, and I only lasted about an hour before having to leave because I was just frying in the sun.  I might think about entering the Duchess next year - this show accepts all year vehicles, not just classics...and the Duchess is so pretty, she might even win a prize (not that I'm biased or anything, haha).

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I finally forced myself to set aside knitting on my sweater to finish a pair of socks - I think it only took me about 30 minutes, but I've been on such a roll with the sweater that it was hard to make time for anything else.  I cast on this pair just after midnight on January 1st of this year - in that time, I knitted a whole other pair of socks, plus two separate socks, a hat, and of course a good portion of a cardigan.  

Yarn is Knit Picks Felici, colorway is Surf's Up, pattern is my own.  I made these a little longer than I usually do, just to see if I could use up all of the yarn.  Nope - still had quite a bit leftover!

We are just about finished with sock-wearing weather for oh, six months at least, but hey, at least I'll be prepared when the weather turns cool again:

All of the socks I've knitted, minus the two pair I gave to my mom.

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Tomorrow, my fellow renegades and I are going on an epic running adventure.  I'll have a recap on Wednesday; for now, here's a hint:

Have a great weekend!