That's it. I absolutely cannot queue anymore items on Ravelry! My queue is 49 items longs, and that probably takes me through, like, the next ten years ( Read more... )

It's official: at the school assembly on friday, as part of the intern team, I will be eating...jell-o.
With no hands.
Time to get a haircut, stat!

So every weekend for the past little while, I go to the button and needlework store in Trounce alley in order to ogle the Blue Sky Alpaca yarn that is suggested for this sweater vest I am dying to make ( Read more... )

I have just returned from my first ever encounter with furniture polish. Perhaps this may seem incredible to you, but I have never even seen someone use any. My mom doesn't have any furniture that needs it, and she would never allow something so toxic into our house anyway ( Read more... )

I forgot to mention just now that I am planning to take pictures of my yarn stash so I can post them on Ravelry. I'd post them here too, but I figure that if you are the sort of person who actually cares about looking at pictures of other people's yarn and knitting projects, you are probably already on Ravelry, and if you aren't, you just don't ( Read more... )

I have begun my weekly de-stress period. These days, it takes all weekend! But it's going well. I kicked it off by going to knitting on friday, and then attended a birthday party for one of alice's friends (which was held at our house, so I didn't really go out ( Read more... )

I had a very long day today. Part of it is I did not eat anything all day long. It was my own fault. My own fault, for not waking up in time to eat breakfast, and then forgetting to eat my lunch (which i even had packed!) before actual lunchtime (because I needed to run part of the choir rehearsal at lunch ( Read more... )

So there's this eleven dollar cooking magazine at the grocery store, and every time I've been in there, I've talked myself out of buying it. Because, come on, eleven dollars??! Who do they think they're kidding ( Read more... )

I had the scariest dream last night -- for some reason, the bell on my oboe cracked all the way to the top, and split open! And then I woke up and thought, could that even happen? Maybe. But it's pretty darn unlikely.
It's like when you have a bad dream about zombies; you have to remind yourself, ok, now zombies aren't real.

I cleaned my room! wheeee!
Now to make tea.
Here's to people who love a clean room but can't seem to keep it that way for the life of them!