Hi internet!
I've done nothing but knit and watch Desperate Housewives since I got home. I warily checked out the first episode last Monday, and as of last night I've started season five. I've churned out three and a half golf club covers for Father's Day since I got home.
Basically I felt like posting because I wanted to say I had a dream last night where I was on a train with Bree Hodge, the Scavo boys, and my uncle Stuart. It was a normal-ish dream where nothing interesting was happening until I suddenly wondered if the train I was on was on its way to Paris. The thought terrified me completely and I woke up with my stomach churning in knots.
See, Emma pointed out to me that I'm leaving for Paris next Wednesday, and suddenly I'm freaking out. I can't stop thinking about the possibility of missing a plane or forgetting to pack something crucial... I know I'm pretty well prepared. I have a new battery and new cord (that isn't partially held together with duct tape) for my computer, one of those wall converters, and half of a packing list (and let me tell you, my packing style is usually throwing things together at the last minute while my parents sit out in the car and wait). But now I'm stressing out about the planes. The longest I've ever been on a plane is a few hours, and the first trip says it'll take a full day to arrive (but it's going through time zones and stuff, so I don't know how long it will actually take).
All that aside, Emma is a flipping genius. She studied in Ireland one semester and Scotland the other, and as I was ranting about power cords she gently suggested that I bring an American outlet strip/surge protector thingy, use my one plug converter for that, and plug my cell phone charger, computer, and et cetera into the outlet strip. See? She's a genius. And the surge protector-y-ness will save my technology from the European... electricity... thing...
Anyway, I went out and bought the sash fabric yesterday, so that's my project today. We still haven't gotten the ratty table my parents let me use as a sewing desk out of the attic, so I guess I'm just going to shove their desktop computer off to one side and make room on the only desk-like surface in the house.
Okay. I need to decided what to do about shoes (I simply don't understand why shoes can't be comfortable and cute at the same time) and I need to grab some last minute shopping-y stuff. Like shampoo and soap in smaller bottles and black leggings. And headphones. I'm gonna need headphones on the plane.
Basically I felt like posting because I wanted to say I had a dream last night where I was on a train with Bree Hodge, the Scavo boys, and my uncle Stuart. It was a normal-ish dream where nothing interesting was happening until I suddenly wondered if the train I was on was on its way to Paris. The thought terrified me completely and I woke up with my stomach churning in knots.
See, Emma pointed out to me that I'm leaving for Paris next Wednesday, and suddenly I'm freaking out. I can't stop thinking about the possibility of missing a plane or forgetting to pack something crucial... I know I'm pretty well prepared. I have a new battery and new cord (that isn't partially held together with duct tape) for my computer, one of those wall converters, and half of a packing list (and let me tell you, my packing style is usually throwing things together at the last minute while my parents sit out in the car and wait). But now I'm stressing out about the planes. The longest I've ever been on a plane is a few hours, and the first trip says it'll take a full day to arrive (but it's going through time zones and stuff, so I don't know how long it will actually take).
All that aside, Emma is a flipping genius. She studied in Ireland one semester and Scotland the other, and as I was ranting about power cords she gently suggested that I bring an American outlet strip/surge protector thingy, use my one plug converter for that, and plug my cell phone charger, computer, and et cetera into the outlet strip. See? She's a genius. And the surge protector-y-ness will save my technology from the European... electricity... thing...
Anyway, I went out and bought the sash fabric yesterday, so that's my project today. We still haven't gotten the ratty table my parents let me use as a sewing desk out of the attic, so I guess I'm just going to shove their desktop computer off to one side and make room on the only desk-like surface in the house.
Okay. I need to decided what to do about shoes (I simply don't understand why shoes can't be comfortable and cute at the same time) and I need to grab some last minute shopping-y stuff. Like shampoo and soap in smaller bottles and black leggings. And headphones. I'm gonna need headphones on the plane.