Monday, August 21, 2006

Not sure where I've been but I think I'm back

Setting up the new laptop reminds me of the stories of early automobiles and the supplies one kept in case of breakdown on the road. Weekend of much misunderstanding, frustration, and a high suspicion that Himself's wireless network ain't working at top efficiency.

In any case, I think I'm up and working now.

Waiting for Audible's website to load and download gave me time to sew in ends on daffodils. I sewed buttons on 4 Baby Surprizes last night between 8 and 10 p.m., working out to approximately 6 minutes per button taking elapsed time and dividing by total buttons. The 6th iteration of the Baby Surprize Jacket Commuter project is about to reach the do something at 158 stitches part.

A friend's long-ongoing saga is speeding up and keeping track of the grusome details is getting interesting. Today we learned (from a college friend of mine in the business), in general, comic books from 1980's and more recent are most likely worth about 50 cents a pound, no matter what the present value of the amount spent over a decade is.

The new moon is in two days (the 23rd) and I'm not sure if I'm starting anything or not. I may fiddle the custom and claim if the project has sat untouched for however long, it's like starting a new project, and therefore can be worked on during the new moon. Especially if it takes a while to figure out where one left off. Himself deserves to get his sweater finished, given that the yarn was ordered sometime between last Thanksgiving and Christmas and took until late March to arrive. (Watch out when you tell the shop owner and the world in general that, "I don't need this anytime soon." The factory might hear you.)

The Knit-Out has reached the point of organizational meetings every Monday (excepting Labor Day) between now and the event. Which reminds me, I need to buy my T-shirt and bag, don't I?

Comments:
That reminds me of the time I saw a gorgeous dress in a shop window five months before I would need to have a dress for several weddings. I bought it, naturally, mentioning that I didn't need the dress for five months.

The universe proceeded to rip the zipper, lose the dress when it was sent back to the designer for repair, explain to me that there weren't any more dresses sitting around in a warehouse because this was a small company, suggest that I buy the store's larger size and cut it down, and finally hunt down my size in a boutique in Ann Arbor, MI, and send it to me on the slow train.

Good thing I didn't need the dress anytime soon, huh?

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p.s. Lucy doesn't think I'm @#$%ed on the sweater, but I think I am... esp. since the lace may block out four inches wider than the ribbing. Your thoughts?
 
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