Is it that hard?
Do over half of the names of fiber companies REALLY have to feature a pun on the word "dye" or "ewe"? A short survey on ravelry.com says yes, indeed.
And no, mine doesn't have a name or exist yet, but just to show them all, watch me name it Concrete Mixer Fluffy Stuff. Or YARN. Or The Dead Potato.
Maybe I will accept constructive criticism on this, when the time comes nigh.
03 February 2008
01 February 2008
Someday soon, I shall display some knitted lovelies, and a pattern I made out of several patterns and also my brain.
I also hope to, someday soon, stop feeling like crap. Green tea with honey, naps, and a great Noah all help to that end.
My latest obsession: what to wear to upcoming weddings. I have no funds to fuel this, but lots of wardrobe, and stashed yarn to make into lovely accessories. Brown and red, it's all about brown and red. For sure. And Rowan Kidsilk Haze, a mohair/silk blend.
I also hope to, someday soon, stop feeling like crap. Green tea with honey, naps, and a great Noah all help to that end.
My latest obsession: what to wear to upcoming weddings. I have no funds to fuel this, but lots of wardrobe, and stashed yarn to make into lovely accessories. Brown and red, it's all about brown and red. For sure. And Rowan Kidsilk Haze, a mohair/silk blend.
30 January 2008
To clarify
While I often assume everyone knows what I mean, I am often proved wrong, and so let me clarify:
that last post's title is a link to the song I can't stop singing.
My family had cable, and hence MTV, for a very brief time in the late 80s. Man oh man I love a good drum machine, dance song, whatever. It's formative; that's my excuse.
How is it so possible, over and over, for the littlest things to get me so down, so very very down? Life right now is not nearly so bad as it has been before; it is sunny today; I am reading Pattern Recognition by Gibson for the first time, and it's great. But weeks are slipping by. Hours. Blank and numb, blank and numb. The emotion I get lately is scared. More and more alien, too.
Let's get rid of that, huh? let's do.
that last post's title is a link to the song I can't stop singing.
My family had cable, and hence MTV, for a very brief time in the late 80s. Man oh man I love a good drum machine, dance song, whatever. It's formative; that's my excuse.
How is it so possible, over and over, for the littlest things to get me so down, so very very down? Life right now is not nearly so bad as it has been before; it is sunny today; I am reading Pattern Recognition by Gibson for the first time, and it's great. But weeks are slipping by. Hours. Blank and numb, blank and numb. The emotion I get lately is scared. More and more alien, too.
Let's get rid of that, huh? let's do.
29 January 2008
28 January 2008
A few true things.
I am deathly afraid of scrapbooking. So many little pieces of paper. So many thick-with-glue pages. So much JUNK. AHHHHHH.
I am thankful for concerned friends, re: my big mistake at work. It's okay now, as okay as it can be in regards to me. That means no one is firing me. It also means we pay 4K to reprint a book that isn't going to sell much at all. Still lame, still me feeling lame, still my problem because no one is making me feel bad, but I do, I do.
I am far too easily annoyed by people. I am dehydrated. I am having a hard time with appetite, as in having one for food. The whites of my eyes have been red for two days, not itchy, and I'm not sure why. I think my tooth enamel is dying, I think I need to get some more sleep, I think I need to ... be better already.
Look at your pretty nails, little girl. Think about the mountains, think about the snow. Gonna be okay.
I am thankful for concerned friends, re: my big mistake at work. It's okay now, as okay as it can be in regards to me. That means no one is firing me. It also means we pay 4K to reprint a book that isn't going to sell much at all. Still lame, still me feeling lame, still my problem because no one is making me feel bad, but I do, I do.
I am far too easily annoyed by people. I am dehydrated. I am having a hard time with appetite, as in having one for food. The whites of my eyes have been red for two days, not itchy, and I'm not sure why. I think my tooth enamel is dying, I think I need to get some more sleep, I think I need to ... be better already.
Look at your pretty nails, little girl. Think about the mountains, think about the snow. Gonna be okay.
24 January 2008
working, working.
One of the books I worked on just got back from the printer ... with a typo in the subtitle on the front cover. Observe:
"Perfo mance"
It's kind of my fault, more like my department's fault. Lots of us do checks on these things. We all missed it, apparently.
My immediate responses:
1.) Really? Really? Wha?
2.) Am I going to be fired?
3.) (sick to stomach)
4.) I don't need to be upset about this. Hmm. Stopping the upset is harder work.
Five more hours? Yeah.
"Perfo mance"
It's kind of my fault, more like my department's fault. Lots of us do checks on these things. We all missed it, apparently.
My immediate responses:
1.) Really? Really? Wha?
2.) Am I going to be fired?
3.) (sick to stomach)
4.) I don't need to be upset about this. Hmm. Stopping the upset is harder work.
Five more hours? Yeah.
22 January 2008
And the Fed disappoints --
Okay, okay, I know the Fed dropping has no effect on loans I have already signed for. Sad news, but true news.
My two cats are sharing a piece of furniture again. Four months ago, I would not have believed this could be possible; they were wrestling and yowling every minute of every day. Now they snuggle, almost. V. cute.
Quilts, laptops, big LCD screens, and magic Microsoft ergonomic keyboards are calling me, along with freelance editing money, and so I go. Just wanted yall to know I know a thing about economics.
My two cats are sharing a piece of furniture again. Four months ago, I would not have believed this could be possible; they were wrestling and yowling every minute of every day. Now they snuggle, almost. V. cute.
Quilts, laptops, big LCD screens, and magic Microsoft ergonomic keyboards are calling me, along with freelance editing money, and so I go. Just wanted yall to know I know a thing about economics.
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