I seem to have stirred up a bit of a tempest by making the apparently shocking suggestion that we should have a procedures manual to document our local cataloging practices.
I've had my hair cut reallyreally short for about 2 1/2 years now, but in my mind I still have long hair, and I still find it odd to look in the mirror and see myself with short hair. I think the short hair looks good, it's just not the way I look inside my head.
One of the things I actually accomplished over the weekend was assessing my pile of languishing knitting projects and deciding which ones to finish and which ones to give up on.
- I unraveled the Tina shawl, because I'd messed up a corner and been unable to fix it after multiple attempts at dropping stitches and repairing, and it had just been languishing for months and months. Now I have to decide whether I want to start over on it, or repurpose the yarn, maybe for the Spider's Web shawl in Victorian Lace Today.
- I decided to try to recover my Bella cardigan, except that I couldn't find my copy of the pattern. I don't know if it got thrown out in a particularly vigorous cleaning binge while I was getting the house ready for showing, or if I've packed it away somewhere. I may just buy a new copy of the pattern.
- I also frogged two pairs of socks that have been languishing for a while, and rewound the yarn so I can use it later.
- And I inventoried my needles and crochet hooks.
The roofer finished recoating the roof on my house yesterday. I figured I'd go ahead and do that work, since it's likely whoever buys it in the spring will want that done anyway.
No word from Crazy Buyer about getting financing through her credit union. I'm assuming it's not happening, though.
Tonight there will be trick-or-treating in my neighborhood. I have candy, though probably not enough. I'm not looking forward to sitting on the porch socializing with my neighbors, which is about the only practical way to do it. And I don't get home in time to have dinner before it starts, so I'm always *starving* while all these kids are coming up and taking my chocolate, dammit. They're lucky I don't kill and eat them.