Because I can't seem to finish a damn thing. Except maybe a margarita, as I did when I spent Cinco de
Mayo with los Arañas
I'm creeping along on the split-neck tee, making a ton of progress while watching last week's odd two-hour Grey's Anatomy.
I don't appreciate their attempt to sneak a spin-off
by us. It's just so 80s to have a spinoff
, and so gauche. Like "Who's the Boss
"'s short-lived spin-off "Living Dolls"
. Or "After MASH
". (Of course, I give a pass to "Facts of Life
" and "Frasier
Here's the tee so far, in particular its ingenious little picot edging. I think I might rip back and make it shorter, since this seems to add a little bulk to the sweater. (Oh, and I'm running out of yarn.)
At Brooklyn General
, I picked up this darling vintage fabric for my ambitious re-do of my craft area. I'm thinking green and orange and swatch portraits
! This shall be the tablecloth, since I couldn't bear to cut it up.
I've decided to resurrect my long-lost feature, "The dumbest thing I did this week." It was close, but I think we have a winner. Last night, I wasted far too much time at the H&M in Herald Square trying on cheap clothes. I then decided to stop by the K-Mart to look for embroidery hoops because, for some reason, I thought they carried craft items. Um, no. But I did find the three pound weights that I need for Self magazine's amazing arm
workout. (My triceps are more pitiable than amazing.) The weights looked so measly though, and I was petrified someone would see me or make fun of my measly weights, especially since I wasn't buying anything else. It's like I purposefully went to K-Mart to buy measly weights. Even the woman in line behind me -- the woman buying enough cat food for an army of felines -- gave me a strange look. I thought I'd made it out of the store without ridicule when the security guard stopped me. "I used to be a personal trainer," he said, "and those weights aren't heavy enough." I'm such a loser.
Incidentally, I have an extra invite for Ravelry
, if someone is interested. I have to weigh in on everyone saying that the site's exclusivity is making them feel insecure, like in junior high. You need to know that Frecklegirl
is the most friendly and welcoming and darling person in the blogosphere
-- she and her hubby just can't grow the site any faster. If the knitting world ever becomes like junior high, I'll start building ships in bottles instead because I had a horrific junior high experience. I was such a kooky dresser that I once walked around all day with my skirt stuck in the back of my tights -- and no one told me because they thought it was a fashion statement.