Muahahahahah! Pictures, at last! And I finally finished my wristwarmers for the Breast Cancer Knitalong. ‘Bout time, huh.
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I’ve got more pictures of rabbits on my crappy digital camera, and if I can ever find the cord for it, they’ll be posted.
That last is a meshed grocery bag I’m crocheting in Sugar & Cream, and while my “trigger finger” is getting stiffer by the day, I really like how it’s coming along and can’t stop working on it.
More pictures later, as I seem to have momentarily misplaced the finished bits of the “pussies and posies” project.
We had yesterday off, and my mom and Sarah ended up coming down around lunch. We had Indian food, which my mom liked, and then we went to Exploris. It was interesting, but I think I would have liked it better if it had been bigger. The Anne Frank exhibition made me tear up a little, though. It was very well done.
Before they came down I managed to finish the three rabbits I was working on – one for mom, one for Sarah, and one for Susan. I even found my craptastic old digital camera, and now if I could just find the usb cable for it I could post pictures. Oh well.
I’ve decided to make six more rabbits for various people, and then one for myself. I’m getting pretty quick at them.
I gave the cats catnip, and now they’re alternately rolling around on the floor and beating each other up. So, not much new. Hee. Although Skeeter’s been rubbing his face on the carpet like it’s his new best friend.
This makes me so unbelievably happy. Good on her, I say!
Lately, I’ve also taken to saying “I am a very fat grrl.” often, because it makes Greg laugh, because he’s thinks it’s awfully cute how happy I sound when I say it. Because I am. I think I’ve finally gotten comfortable with myself. My tummy may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I like it, and that’s all that matters. But now I feel somewhat conflicted about regular exercise, because what if my little tummy goes away, after I’ve finally decided I like it? But I should exercise because it’s a healthy thing to do. I guess I could always just eat more.
And speaking of tea, mine’s ready.
It’s lovely and rainy today.
So, Friday we drove to Greensboro to pick up Sarah and Nicole. That evening, we painted some of our D&D minis, and Maya came over to watch America’s Next Top Model.
Saturday, we drove to Myrtle Beach, stopping by my dad’s beach house to visit with them for a little bit. Then we went to Medieval Times and had a blast! We were the most raucous in our section, but our knight (the Red Knight) seemed to enjoy that. He “died,” and the Green Knight was the one who ended up triumphing over the bad guy. Oh well. Sarah and Nicole loved it. Then we drove home and pretty much all went straight to bed. We were knackered. We’ve decided there will be no more “daytrips” to Medieval Times since it’s eight hours of driving for about two to two and a half hours out of the car.
And Sunday we played D&D, and then Mom picked the grrls up and took them home.
Tuesday evening, we visited Lance and Angelique, and met Drake in person for the first time. He’s pretty damn cute. They even put the booties and hat I’d knit for him on, although he’s pretty much outgrown the booties already (and he was only 13 days old, but apparently they fit quite well earlier). Babies grow fast.
It rained all day yesterday – and not some pissant drizzle, either; a good rain. And Greg made me baked ziti, so yesterday ruled as far as I’m concerned. I also managed to finish the drawstring skirt for Nicole, except for the ribbon (which I’m getting tonight) and start Sarah’s. (Sarah’s was a little trickier, because we had folded the fabric to the length she wanted, and the folds were in odd places not conducive to just cutting along the fold lines. But I conquered it last night.) I also finished a crochet flower and started another one.
Medieval Times!!!! So excited!
In knitting news, I’ve done a bad thing: I’ve bought more yarn. (My stash is getting ridiculous, but I know better than to try and hold myself to a strict no-growth policy. I do try to keep it reasonable, though.) But it’s not really a bad thing, because I got the yarn from Danette Taylor. I’d come across mentions of her on various blogs, and have been lusting over her yarns for about half a year, and now, finally, it will be mine!!! Muhahahahahah! I’m so psyched. I’m almost more excited about getting some Danette Taylor yarn than I was about collecting Colinette. But, shhh!, don’t tell my Colinette stash that. I still love them.
I went through a phase about a year ago where I wanted to hoard up some Colinette yarns and make a vegan version of their Absolutely Fabulous throw. And then the phase sort of lost momentum. I still think about it, from time to time. Because I would love a Colinette throw. But now I’m thinking about a different color scheme, so the five odd hanks I have are kinda s.o.l.
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I just finished filing our federal tax returns. Yay! Why do I enjoy doing taxes so much? It’s not like I’m getting huge returns since I stopped being a student – but I love doing taxes nonetheless. Weird.
This morning, I was grumpy and didn’t really want to go to work. And on the way to the bus stop, I fell, and slid down the crappy teeny little slope behind our apartment. It totally hurt, and I got mud all over, and I felt like I was in second grade or something, and it was just the last straw. So I stayed home today to nurse my busted butt and my busted ego. Pretty ridiculous, huh. But my ass is still sore. (There’s no bruise, though.) Oh! AND – I had some knitting in my bag (of course I did, I always do), and I landed on the bag, and broke my size 4 bamboo needles. That, I was actually pretty sad about. But then Greg pointed out that at least I didn’t skewer myself on them, and I had to admit it could’ve been worse. Plus, they kept warping and curving, so I guess it’s not the end of the world. I can get some proper size 4s now, that won’t warp solely from the pressure of my fingertips. At least, that’s my hope.
While I was at home recuperating my butt, I also managed to contact a realty company about getting a buyers’ agent. So, it’s really real, now, this homebuying thing. I’m a little freaked, but in a good way.
What have I been knitting, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you, and I think the summary phrase is too cute: “pussies and posies.” That is, I’ve been working up some knitted cunts and some crocheted flowers – one of the cunts was commissioned; the rest I’m mailing out to certain inspiring people.
This weekend, my sister Sarah and a friend of hers (Nicole) are coming down to stay with us – and Saturday we’re going to MEDIEVAL TIMES! I’m so excited! And they’ve never been. Should be fun!
Also, Sarah has learned to crochet – I had a little to do with that. I showed her how to do single crochet, and she practiced on her own, and made a dice bag for Nicole. It was really neat looking – and I was totally impressed because she just winged it. All I did was show her how to do single crochet, and BOOM! she makes a bag. She’s making a glasses case for me, and I’m so psyched. She is one crafty chica. I’m also working on some drawstring skirts for her and Nicole.
But again, no camera to take pictures with. I did find my old cheapo digital camera, but I haven’t been able to find the USB cord for it yet.
Another thought: while I’m feeling all energized and stuff from Inga’s talk today, I also feel conflicted about watching America’s Next Top Model and reading silly magazines like Lucky.
Sigh.
Time to start getting more serious, and taking a good, long, hard look at what I consume that I shouldn’t.
Wow. Lots of stuff to catch up on.
The root canal went ridiculously well. Um, because the root/nerve is DEAD. So I did it without anaesthesia, even. Although it did take like three hours to find the entire canal, and then twenty minutes to do the actual root canal. And I have to go back Thursday to make sure the medicine “took.” But it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I was thinking it might be. It wasn’t bad at all.
Angelique had Drake on Thursday, and while we haven’t met Drake in the flesh yet, we’ve seen pictures, and everyone’s doing well. Which is excellent. And I was talking to Lance while they were still at the hospital, and I could hear Drake in the background, and he sounded like a little cat. Isn’t that cute?
Greg and I have decided to get serious about buying a house. As in, when our lease goes up in June, we’ll be moving into a house we own, instead of an apartment we rent. I’m so very, very excited, but also a little nervous. This is a big deal, home-owning. But! I’m going to build myself a treehouse, and call it Villa Villekula, and I’m so psyched! We’ll be able to paint things, or put pictures up without worrying about putting little holes in the walls. Yeehaw!
Crafting news…I cut out the pattern pieces for a new dress, but haven’t cut out the fabric yet. I’ve started crocheting a color-block afghan inspired by a post on Craftster. I’ve been crocheting red flowers and making them into pins to wear while I’m having my period, as like my own little in-joke, except it’s not really a joke, but you know what I mean. I’m working on some secret, gift-type projects. And I’m teaching my littlest sister to crochet. (She already knows how to knit, pretty much. She’s crafty, too.)
And today I got to see Inga Muscio, live, in person, talking, and reading from Cunt and from her journal and from her new book due out in July. And it was amazing!!! And then I got her to sign my copy of Cunt, and I was too shy to tell her how much I love her book, and how it’s changing my life. So I made a deal with myself that I would knit her a cunt pin, and mail it to her, with a letter, since I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to her today. I was floored, y’all. She’s AWESOME. So on the one hand, I don’t want to come off like some gushing wacko, but on the other hand, I don’t want to let myself hide behind the relative anonymity of a letter, when I know that’s why I couldn’t open my mouth today – because I was too afraid of coming off like a gushing wacko or a dork. And I am a dork, and I don’t normally care. I don’t know. I got shy. But I think it’s important to tell people when they do well, or when we connect to what they’re putting out there, or when they inspire us,or just to give feedback, so I can’t let myself pansy out. I guess this means I’ll have to knit up a round of cunt pins to mail out, or write a bunch of letters to the other people I’ve been meaning to tell have made an awesome mark on my perception. I’ll let you know how that goes.
And I SWEAR I will post pictures as soon as I can get my hands on a suitable camera.
ARG.
I don’t want to get dooced, so I’ll just leave it at that.
In good news, back in December I bought a painting from an artist in the Netherlands, and it showed up yesterday. Yay! It was well worth the wait. And I’d love to put a picture of it up, but the camera isn’t here at the moment because…
In exciting news, Lance and Angelique are at the hospital, having a baby! So the camera’s with them for the time being. They’d called yesterday evening to tell us they were on the way to the hospital, to induce labor. So the phone rings much later, and I’m half asleep, so I let the machine get it. But it’s Lance, and he sounds serious, so I hop up and call him back – no problems, he’d just run out of film already. Teehee. So when Greg got home from band practice, he ran over some reinforcements.
I loved the Hurley episode on Lost last night, and also enjoyed Alias, although I must say: what the fuck is up with Anna Espinosa’s stupid accent? I would swear she didn’t have it in Season One, and it’s starting to bug me. Although I love Gina Torres to pieces. I recorded America’s Next Top Model, so I’m about to go watch that while I get my craft on. Yay crafting! I just have to decide which project I’m going to work on, out of all the ones I’ve got “on the backburners.” Although I’m definitely starting with the breast cancer wristwarmers. It’s past time I had those finished. Although, really, I won’t be able to take pictures and send them to the knitalong page until after we get the camera back. Unless I somehow magically find my quasi-craptacular old digital camera. Seriously? It was like a $50 digital camera. It did absolutely nothing fancy. But it did take pictures, and it was the only digital camera we had before Greg got his, so I feel like I can’t trash-talk it too badly. Anyway. Off to craft.
