One Crazy Fiber Lady

I thought I’d take a break from the dating fun (and there is more to post on that and I haven’t even gone on a date yet!) for this little quiz.  Been a while since I did the quiz thing and this one just tickled my fancy.  I’m not entirely surprised how it came out.   At least I’m finally cool!

I’m guessing my resistance is a tad low at the moment, at least on the health side. The allergy attack I thought I was having yesterday, seems to be uncomfortably cold-like today. I woke up feeling as if I’d been hit by a bus. I tried to go to sleep early last night, but my noisy upstairs neighbor/landlords felt otherwise. They were having a birthday party for someone where the cake song didn’t get sung until 10:45. What? They finally quit making noise at 12:30am. I hate living under people, especially since they lack carpeting in most of their rooms and have a penchant for wearing wooden shoes, rearranging the furniture regularly and dropping bowling balls from shoulder height. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but honestly, it sure sounds like that. I dozed fitfully until they shut up and then got some good sleep. My voice is disappearing now and I could really use a nap.

I slept in a bit late, but then again, so did the twins. At least it was a day where my mom takes them and I can get them off without dressing them or even feeding them. Yeah, I’m a cruel-hearted mom. I did pack clothes for them and made sure my folks knew they hadn’t eaten. Heck, I had to wake them to get them out to the car anyway. On the up side, some wonderful fellow standing near the train tracks asked me whether I’d like a free cup of coffee this morning. Oh boy would I! I think I love him. Maybe not. I might change my mind if he greats me with coffee tomorrow.

I did the math required to figure out the requirements for Alexander’s Opal Rainforest Fish sock this morning. Probably not the best time to do it, but hey, I like to live dangerously. I found that with the Flamingo Opal and the metal needles, I was getting 8st/11.5 rows to the inch. With the rosewood needles and the Fish, 9 st/12 rows. I can’t remember what size the metal needles where, but I vaguely suspect that they are a 2 while the rosewoods are a 1. I finished the ribbing and halfway done with the cuff already on the first monkey sock. Love that knitting for toddlers thing. I was too busy chatting with my commuting buddy to knit last night on the way home. As predicted, between the Power Squadron pizza dinner and not feeling well, I didn’t swatch the Wool of the Andes for Samus yet. I’ll get around to it eventually.

I’ve been doing more reading before bed recently. I finally finished the Harry Potter book. I enjoyed it. I’m not going to spoil this for anyone who still hasn’t finished it, but a friend of mine has some a very interesting theory. I will say this, I do like Snape. Whether it is because he’s played by one of my absolute favorite actors in the movies, I’m not entirely sure, but anything is possible. I am looking forward to the next book and since the kids will be a bit older, I might actually get to read it quicker than this one! Those who read on typepad as opposed to within bloglines, might have noticed another book disappear from my current reads list. I’ve put the Robert Jordan book back into the inactive pile. While I’ve enjoyed that series, it has dragged on and on and on. There is far too much detail that I just can’t care about and find distracts from the story. The minutia of the details has become tedious and the story’s pacing has slowed down considerably. There’s so much good reading material out there that I refused to be taken prisoner by a bad book. There’s a new one in the series due out next month and honestly, I’m just not excited about it. I have started reading the Deb Macomber book, A Good Yarn. Any novel that comes complete with a sock knitting pattern can’t be all bad! Right now it is my bedtime read with the Gabaldon in my palm pilot as my “commuting-don’t feel like knitting” read.

And now, for today’s installment of the trials and tribulations of a dating woman….

I’d like to thank everyone for their feedback on yesterday’s post regarding the pesty and pushy fellows. It is definitely nice to be validated in ones feelings. I’ve done some thinking about the whole thing and I do believe that I was the “fresh meat” on the service and the boys pounced. I’m taking Sara’s advice and not giving out the phone number so early anymore. I’ve set up an email account at gmail just for dating correspondence. The pests are getting emails to either back off and progress at a more traditional pace or get lost. New guys are getting the email address in response to requests for the phone number along with a brief explanation that I’ve had some bad experiences and would like to wait before sharing it. If they bite, yay. If not, they wouldn’t be overly understanding of the whole kid issue either. If we can then have good conversations via email, without spamming and actually waiting for replies before sending more, we can readdress the telephone usage. I may have made some mistakes early on, but at least I can learn from them. The email to (B) was particularly required as he called my office, my cell and sent me an email this morning, on top of three calls last night. Enough already. Have I given anyone the blog address? Nope. If someone was a good enough googler, they might find it, but you know what, I haven’t said anything here that I wouldn’t say to their “face”. I’m not in a rush to find someone and get married. I want to do it right this time and that means taking it slowly with all due deliberation. If a man cannot understand that then he just isn’t the right one. So there.

As Judy has requested a photo of the new cut, I figured I should oblige.  Not one of the greatest pictures of me, but I think it shows the nicely ceramic iron straightened hair pretty well.  I’m going to quit trying to take photos in the bathroom mirror, boy was that a scary experience.  Thank goodness digital photos are cheap as I wasted a lot of them!  I went with the natural wave this morning and oh boy can I tell you that the two textures are so different.  The iron really seals in the shine and makes it very silky.  It doesn’t take much longer to do right than fighting with the big round hairbrush and the hair dryer.  I was just running that late this morning.

On the knitting front, I’ve finally finished the Opal Rainforest Fish socks.  As a testament to how fast I can knit them, once I get going, the second was not touched since I cast it on during the commute on 9/1.  This weekend, my folks and I took the twins out to visit my sister and see her brand new house.  OH MY G-D, it is absolutely gorgeous!  More on that later though.  As my folks have a car that seats 7, they did the driving, while I sat in the back and knitted.  I took that sock from the cuff to halfway through the heel on the way and to the toe decrease coming back.  I finished it this morning on the bus.  Yup, running late and took the bus.  I happily got the stripes to match almost exactly and am very pleased with myself there.  I’ll cast on for a pair for Alex tonight.  The beaded amulet has been tossed aside.  Since my attention span for these projects is shorter than the twins for toys, I’m going to give up hopes of anything larger as a Rhinebeck project and stick with the family socks.  Make it a yearly tradition, at least until they have any say about it.

The new Knitty is up and I’ve put together my wishlist.  Samus, Falling Leaves and Bubby are all very high on the list of likes from this issue.  I’m a heartbeat away from casting aside Eris and working on Samus instead.  While Eris is a lovely sweater and the pattern exceedingly well done, I like the line of Samus better.  While I’ll have to swatch (shudder at the thought), I’m pretty sure I can get gauge with some of the KnitPicks yarn that I’ve laid in over the last year, or if not that, the Araucania that I bought for Rogue.  I have a Power Squadron dinner tonight so I doubt I’ll be able to swatch much before tomorrow.

Back to my sister’s house.  Oh my goodness, it is absolutely lovely.  She moved from a small 2 bedroom ranch in northern NJ out to Lancaster County and a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath 3000 sq-foot dream house.  Her kitchen/family room/breakfast nook is larger than my whole apartment and gorgeously decked out with cherry floors and fabulous cabinets and moldings.  It really is a beautiful house, if only it were a bit closer.  Not too terribly far, but a good deal of the route is not highway driving and as a result can be unpredictable to time.  It takes anywhere between 2 and 3 hours to do the drive, one way.  Saturday morning was one of those 2 hour 40 minute rides, though the countryside is pretty, and hey, I got some sock knitting done while watching Finding Nemo on the dvd player.  Oh boy did the short people have a good time running around in those huge open spaces.

Speaking of the short people, we hit another milestone.  They can no longer be contained in a Pack ‘n Play (unless I can get a cage lid for it).  We put them down late yesterday morning for a nap.  Naturally, while tired, they weren’t keen on the idea.  After the crying stopped and all got quiet, I was lulled into a fall sense of security by the quiet and relaxed in the family room with my family.  The twins were in a closed room in the Pack ‘n Plays.  Not so fast you say?  You’re right.  It wasn’t long after that I heard giggling as two little people were coming downstairs.  They’d escaped the playards and Alex had already proven his dexterity in getting the door open.  Twingenuity.  Have to love it.  Only a matter of time now before they are escaping their crib and my good times have ended.

Dating

Bleh.  I’m tired of it already.  I now remember that I never really liked it the last time I tried it.  Hell, I can explain my less than successful marriage on settling to get off the dating ride.  Thank you everyone for all your comments on the whacko who wouldn’t take no.  Nice to see that my instincts are trustworthy.  You’ll be relieved to know that I haven’t heard from him since I told him to get lost last Tuesday.  I’ve spent a considerable amount of time on the phone with (B).  So much so that I sent him an email on Friday, pleading that he not call me that night.  We’ve talked every night for several hours and I’m already sleep deficient.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the conversations with him, but he calls me every night, at least once during the day and now add in several emails a day.  I haven’t even met him face to face yet.  It just seems like too much too soon.  I’m not used to that much attention and I’m not entirely sure about how to rectify this.  Because of all the contact with this one guy, I haven’t been able to communicate with a couple of others that had contacted me. Hell, I’m not even sure I want to date anymore.  Dating just sucks. 

While I find the attention flattering, something is just rubbing me the wrong way.  I called (J) this morning (well returned his call) to cancel our lunch date for today as I had a deadline to meet and wouldn’t be able to get out of the office.  I’m too ambivalent on the whole dating thing and feeling pretty crappy as my allergies seem to have kicked in again, that I didn’t want to wreck that relationship before it had a chance to get off the ground and well, got to work a bit late.  I told him I’d call him back as the week progressed to see when we could reschedule.  Sounds good, right?  I’m screening calls at the office and only answering the ones I have to.  Heck, 99% of all calls to my phone here are personal in nature so my boss wouldn’t mind my not answering it.  I’ve ignored probably a dozen calls so far that the caller-id displays as Tie-Line.  One was subsequently followed by a call from the reception desk.  I answered that one.  It was (J) calling back to see if he could call me at home tonight.  What’s with that?  I don’t make a call to ask if I can call you?  Is it me or these guys acting a bit desperate?  I don’t return a message for a couple of hours and they try again and again and again.  If I don’t answer my cell phone, they call my office line and if I don’t answer they, they send an email.  Enough already.  Should I be thankful instead of annoyed that I’ve "met" attentive men?  Am I crazy? 

Oh, one observation so far in this one week old dating game.  Dating as a late thirty something is far different than when I was younger.  Oh boy are the conversations far more frank and open.  I’ve had conversations with three different men on the phone and all of them have questioned me on sex.  What?  Call me a prude, but you don’t talk about that before you even meet face to face.  Holy shit.  I want to take everything slowly and get it right this time and they are asking me about sexual preferences and the like.  Ugh.  I want to crawl back into my yarn and fleece lined hole and hide there thanks.

Bonus points to those who made it this far!

Craft on.

Oy am I tired.  I stayed up late again last night jabbering on the telephone with another feller.  I’ll save the perils of dating discussion for later in the post so those who tune in for monkeys and yarn can tune out before there.  But first the really good news, Uncle Richie was able to get back into the house yesterday and rescued his animals.  The dogs are at Bid-a-wee and can stay there for up to 15 days.  Aunt Jackie will be driving back to pick them up and return them to Atlanta with her.  The birds are in Metairie with friends.  Not entirely sure where the cats are, but I suspect they are in Metairie as well.  Dad doesn’t always think to ask the question.  Heck we hadn’t a clue where and how my cousin’s husband was for days as dad never asked.  I had wrongly assumed he’d stayed behind to watch the homestead, but found out that he’d gone with my aunt and cousin to Atlanta.  Uncle R is going to be staying at a friend’s house in Metairie for the next bit as he works for the city in the building department and will probably be called back to work after the water is gone.  His friends have a second house in Metairie and will be moving into one and letting him have the other.  Nice to have friends like that!  Anyway, its a relief that the two-legged and four-legged members of my family are now safe.

OFC (obligatory fiber content)

I knitted yesterday!  I actually picked up Birchington again and managed to get two rounds done.  At this rate, I’m going to be a grandma before that shawl is done.  Scattering my attention every which way to Sunday isn’t helping in getting that thing done.  In the interest of coming closer this decade, I’ve had a daily knitting realignment.  Birchington is back in my bag, the socks are out.  The amulet bag is hiding in the bag as well, especially since I wanted to take a picture of it.  Plus them 0000 dpns could make a nice defensive weapon should I need one!  We won’t talk about poor Eris hiding in the knitting bag, untouched and unloved for oh so very long now.

Here’s the beaded amulet bag that I’ve been working on.  Sorry for the lousy photo.  I have yet to have a chance to try out the new light tent.  This was taken a few minutes ago on my lovely desktop at work.  I did happen to use beads that come in a hank, rather than loose.  My problem was as I was transfering them to the 10/2 tencel, the thread snapped, or disconnected, or once the tencel snapped and let go of the thread.  Finally with the fourth strand, I got them all on without hearing little beads scatter.  I love the color.  Its fairly reminiscent of my pi shawl.  Maybe mom would like this little bag to go with it.  Fun to knit, still don’t know what I’m going to do with it.  Looking at this picture, I think I need to pull the thread a little tighter after I slip the beads over. 

Monkey Fun

Is it just me or can toddlers wreck havoc like a plague of locusts?  I was on the phone with the office on Saturday (I was the lucky sucker on call this weekend) when the toddlers wrecked havoc on my bathroom, after visiting the pantry.  They hit the toilet paper container for extra rolls, stuffing it with tissues from the box on the back of the toilet.  The toilet paper roll was shredded by the aptly named Kat.  Here you can see her on the floor with the pilferred container of almonds from the pantry.  Luckily they didn’t recognize these things as food and contented themselves with scattering them all over the bathroom.  There were nuts EVERYWHERE!  Alex here has a handful that he was about to toss on the counter and into the sink.  I did install safety latches on the pantry doors so there will be no repeat performance of canned goods touring the house.  I do get to play the canned mystery game though as they did strip the labels off a few of them

This weekend was also pretty momentous in that the boy figured out that if he pushed his little wooden Ikea chair to the storm door, he could now reach the handle and let himself out.  I’d gone to the car to get something, only to hear squealing and giggling as these two monkeys came around the side of the house heading for me.  They’d escaped!  He then spent a good deal of time pushing or carrying that chair everywhere and climbing on it for a new perspective of things.  Lovely.  Never ever a dull moment around. 

Dating

Only on the dating scene for a couple of days and I already had to dispatch a nutcase.  Here’s the quick timeline with this dude:

• Friday 9pm – Quick IM conversation where we exchange phone numbers (yup my 1st mistake)
• Sat 10:45pm – he calls, I ain’t answering as call intercept grabbed it and I was on my way to bed anyway.  Short people get up early and all that.
• Sun 10:00am – he calls.  This time I talked to him as I tried to simultaneously finish packing and feed the twins/cats/rabbit/myself breakfast.  Convo got very strange and triggered some warning flags that had me deciding not to pursue a relationship.  Told him I’d try and call him Monday night as we were going to be away.  He told me I could call him from the boat (gosh thanks).  Again, I repeat, I’ll try and call you Monday night.  Dude wouldn’t shut up, finally got him off the phone so I could then wrangle the short people who once again had gotten into the bathroom, this time playing with a bar of soggy soap.  Oy.  Anyway, I ran through the conversation with my folks and again later with my sister and they all agree, no dating this guy.  I decided to tell him thanks but no thanks.
• Mon 8:15pm – he calls.  I was just finishing up with the twins’ bath/bedtime ritual and didn’t answer the phone.  After I got done with them, I was on the phone with my mother, talking about the weekend, my uncle’s evacuation, visiting my sister this coming weekend, etc.  After that, I popped on to check my email and wound up on the phone with a new fellow.  We didn’t hang up until after midnight so I didn’t get back to the weirdo.
• Tues 8:05pm – he calls.  Again, I’m getting the twins down to sleep and leave the phone to voice mail.  Hell that’s what its there for isn’t it?  He starts berating me for not getting back to him and blowing him off.  How he would be a perfect match for me and how come I didn’t call him back, why didn’t I answer his IM last night, blah blah blah blah.  Other than the finances thing (oh yeah, he’d told me I’d have to be the breadwinner – not bad in and of itself – but that also he needed a new job and maybe my dad could hook him up.. or maybe he could come to work at the same company I did – yeah, not a good picture) he would treat me like a queen.
• Tues 8:11pm – I call him back seething and got his voicemail.  I told him off.  I was away, he knew that.  I have little kids.  He knew that as well.  It is in the first sentence of my profile on the service that I’m a single mom to almost 2 year old twins.  I also told him to quit stalking me.  I was only on the service briefly the previous night and never saw his IM.  I said that while I was planning on calling and telling him nicely that I’d like to take a pass on pursuing any further relationship, he hadn’t given me the chance.  I told him to lose my number and get lost.
• Tues 8:15pm – he calls back.  First he apologized then disclaimed stalking me.  Whatever.  I told him again that while I wished him luck, I’m going to take a pass on pursuing a further relationship with him. He then went nuts telling me that while he thought we’d be a good match (because other than the kids, we had a similar situation with our divorces.. not even close doofus but I’ll spare you those ugly details), and that he was honest and a good guy unlike all the other losers on the service and was trying to spare me having to deal with all them.  He was putting the burden on me to come to that decision and meet him saving myself the trouble of dating the phoneys.  He kept going on and on and on and on.  Couldn’t buy himself a clue that I was getting farther and farther from interested.  "We can consider this our first fight" was a suggestion he made.  "Sure and our last fight as well" was my reply.  I finally got rid of him with a "Dude, buy a clue.  I’m not interested."  He finally hung up.

Geez, it almost makes me want to return to my self declared 6 month dating sabbatical that lasted from July 99 until now   On the good side, I had a very lovely long conversation with a very nice guy after that.   I had a really good time talking to him and he’s pencilled in for dinner either next Friday or the following week.  Depends on both of our abilities to arrange for child care.  I’m sure there will be more about him (B) or the fellow from the night before (J) who I’m going to have lunch with next week.

Bravo to anyone who reached this far, I do very much appreciate it.  You all get good buddy merit points.  I promise to continue shoving the dating fun into the end of a post and highlighting it so you can ignore at your leisure.

Knitting is indeed easier than dating!

Craft on.

Long weekends just confuse me.  I was just so convinced it was Monday that I had to change the title.

Okay first and foremost, my Uncle Richard is out of New Orleans.  We finally heard from him on Friday morning when for giggles he picked up his land line telephone and called my cousin in Atlanta.  What a relief.  At that point he had two inches of water in the first floor of his home (there’s an 18" crawlspace below his first floor).  He had filled up jugs of water before the storm, along with stocking up on canned food and beer.  He had a sterno powered stove and the batteries from his sailboat.  He also had a battery powered television so he was getting some news.  Through most of the weekend, the plans would be for his sons-in-law (Chris and Jonathan) to drive back from Atlanta, taking enough gas to make a round trip, picking up a satellite phone so they could call him as they got there, parking as close as they could and then making as many trips in the waist deep water to get the animals out.  Unfortunately this didn’t come to pass.  He was evacuated yesterday, though I’m unsure as to all the details, but from mom’s estimation, he didn’t put up much of a fight.  Sadly though, he had to leave the birds, dogs and cats (two of which were added to the household during the storm as he grabbed them and tossed em in the house).  He’s in Metterie now and hoping to get back to the house soon to rescue what he can.  What a relief to hear from him and that he’s out finally.

I took the twins up to the boat Sunday morning and we spent the remainder of the holiday weekend there.  We finally started up the engine, put PFD’s on the monkeys and took them out on the boat.  Previous trips to the boat involve hanging on the thing parked at the dock, bungalow style.  Its nice and relaxing and doesn’t involve PFD’s on toddlers.  They monkeys, while bitching pretty seriously about the PFD’s, seemed to enjoy the boating thing and fell asleep shortly after leaving the dock.  Yay!  Motors and my kids, happy together   Saturday night I had left the pair in the forward cabin on the v-berth to go to sleep.  Guess they weren’t sleepy and made a great escape.  I was sitting in the salon knitting when the door from that cabin to the forward head opened and two little bodies came marching through giggling all the way.  Oy.  Finally at 10 that night, I got them to go to sleep.  How?  I laid down with them and went to sleep myself.  Alex conked out with his head on my left hip and Kat with her feet on my right.  We spent the better part of the next 10 hours in a puppy pile.

This should come as no surprise, but the marriage of beads and knitting has happened.  The package from The Mannings arrived with Saturday’s mail and included two 2oz skeins of 10/2 tencel and 0000 DPNs.  Elaine suggested the tencel instead of the perle cotton the patterns called for and since she’s my beading guru, I went with it.  I bought this beautiful cobalt blue and a lighter grey.  While the seed beads that I ordered from the crack bead dealer hadn’t arrived, my order from Fire Mountain did and contained two hanks of beautiful 11/0′s, one in a copper color the other a white pearl.  I put together the pearl and cobalt blue and started in on the beaded amulet bag.  Sorry no pictures yet, but oo-la-la.  Love the knitting with beads.  Could live without the stringing fun, but it wasn’t too terribly bad.  I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be doing with an amulet bag, but then again, I’ve not usually sure what I’ll do with the yarn I spin.  I’m sure someone will come up with a suggestion.  Oh 0000 dpns?  Pointy buggers.  Nancy pointed out that the new Rowan pattern River has that Kidsilk Haze and beads!  Ooooooh another project on the list.

One last thing, for some odd reason that I’m not entirely clear on myself at the moment, I signed up with a dating service (jdate.com) and have been completely surprised by the number of responses I’ve had since Friday night.  Do I have time to date?  Yeah sure,  if I give up sleeping.  I haven’t dated since I broke up with the last guy right before July 4th weekend in 1999.  I’m soooo out of practice.  I had one phone call with a fellow who raised every red flag in my defense mechanism.  Needless to say I won’t be going out with him.  There are a couple of other decent prospects, including one that I was on the phone with until far too late last night.  We’re tentatively scheduled for a lunch date next week.  Should be an interesting ride.

Craft on!

One of those days.  I was just finishing one list bit in a rather lengthy, brilliantly written, emotionally deep and otherwise fabulous post when I got a little confused closing a browser window that I had open for a link.  You know where this is going right?  I’m using the maxthon IE with its beloved tabs and well, closed down the whole works 98% complete posting and all.  Since I’m only brilliant once a day and that time has passed, we’re going to do this Cate style with bullets and overall randomness.

• I’m still waiting to hear word from my uncle Richard in New Orleans.  Last my cousins (or other family members) heard from him was Tuesday morning when he reported that the water had risen to the middle of his driveway and then had started to receed.  Cousins and aunt are pretty sure he’s okay and just unable to communicate.  They also advise that the house is in the 20% of NOLA that isn’t flooded.  Naturally, I’m still concerned.  My cousin Paige, who’s due in some 5 weeks, was directed to her sister’s OB in Atlanta where she’ll more than likely have my little nephew.  Doesn’t look like anyone is going home to NOLA anytime soon.

• I spent last night watching the news coverage of the continuing tragedy, keeping my hands busy, much in the same way I used my spinning wheel thru 9/11.  I made myself a bracelet last night from a pattern I found on the Interweave Beadwork site in their subscriber area (the last issue I picked up on the stand had the subscriber-only password on it!).  You can see the whole bracelet here.  It is made from 4mm hematite beads with gunmetal delicas and a pewter toggle clasp.  My first bead order arrived and my second is scheduled to arrive today. I also finally got a picture of the necklace up in the album as well.  Note to self:  set up a light tent for proper pictures of beaded and yarny goodness.

• The knitting and beading collision is not far away on the horizon.  I have this pattern ready and waiting.  When?  When the orders from Elaine’s favorite crack bead seller and The Mannings arrive with the needed supplies.  What can I say, I’m weak.

• I finally did manage to cast on that second fish sock.  Took me until this morning on the train in to do it.  Boy am I a slacker.  It does look like I’ve managed to get the color repeats almost exactly the same as on the first sock.  That was a good mental note I made.  I held this sock to the first and the stitches are dead on.  Yay me.  Sorry for the crappy picture, I took it this morning on the train.  That’s my pink mohair "Kerry Blue" shawl in the background.  That’s been my train shawl for the last couple of weeks.  I made it during my last last phase some years back.

• I had yesterday off so I took advantage of the hairdresser appointment that my mom was going to cancel and finally get my hair trimmed.  I missed/cancelled the last three so I vaguely remember my last cut being somewhere around February. Nothing special, just a trim with some fringey bangs cut in for excitement.  The fun was how she styled it.  Kassie used one of them nifty wet-to-dry ceramic flat irons.  I love the results!  It got my wavy hair pin straight.  She did give it a smidge of a curl under and I’m just digging it.  I did some googling when the twins went down for a nap.  Now I ordered this (same model she used), but also see this one and this one.  All the same model number, all on Amazon and three different prices.  You betcha I ordered the cheaper one.  The one I ordered appears with a Ships in 3 to 5 weeks delivery note on the product page.  I can wait, right?  Lived this long with wavy hairs, what’s another couple of weeks.  I just got the shipping notice.  It went out today, actually a day ahead of the estimated ship date that I got in the confirmation email of tomorrow.  Go figure.

• After I blew away my witty post, I had to get away from the evil that is a computer.  I headed uptown to  ever crowded midtown and hit a bead store.  Yup, weak I am.  I had seen another pattern I wanted to try and I had to get more beads for it.  Hope the kids nap well this long weekend, wouldja?  I’m into beads in a big way.  I see a side business starting up before long.  Must support the habits somehow

Prayers and thoughts are with those affected by Katrina.

Craft on.