ok, as promised, this post is very picture heavy...
I flew into Portland Thursday morning - it was gorgeous out. A light breeze blowing, nice and cool. I found the
MAX and called
Melissa to tell her I was on my way. I sat in the very front seat next to the window so that I could knit on my sock and look at all the green. I swear, someday, I WILL move to Portland and live in the green again.

Melissa has two cats, I could only get a photo of this one. Isn't she pretty?

We went to dinner on Thursday night.
Duffy picked us up at Lint where Melissa introduced me to the seductiveness of
Koigu. I resisted that night, but see Koigu in my future. We rode in Duffy's little VW across the bridge to Roux for amazing Cajun food.

Friday morning, after lazing about in our jammies and knitting, I took off for a few hours to wander about Portland. I ended up in
Powell's, checking out the set up for that evening and escaping with only 4 books. I walked over to the park with the elephant to sit and read for a while before heading back to Melissa's place. Melissa and I lay down for a short nap and were woken up by Rodger letting us know that even at 5:30 it was filling up fast. We pulled ourselves together as best we could and walked down instead of waiting for a bus or MAX. Rodger saved us seats right up front. Can you pick me out of the crowd?

Here's little cutie pie
Rodger holding my sock. He was so helpful, took lots of my photos for me as he was in the front row and had a much better view

Here's photo Rodger took of my sock admiring the crowd.

And here's the
Yarn Harlot herself, taking pics of her sock with the crowd.

The very worried look on her face as she describes a potential future after the world wide wool blight hits and we all must guard our stash from those foolish cold muggles who mocked our forethought.

The Harlot held my sock and pronounced it good - she even asked where I got the yarn - of course I was knitting with
Ray's yarn again - go ahead and browse his shop - you know you want to. My next sock will be knit out of
this, I took it to Portland with me just in case I finished the sock I was working on.
I'm tired, but it's a good tired. I'm sure glad that I have today to rest before heading to work tomorrow.