Okay, so my iPod got stolen today, I’ve had a headache and a handache and I had to wrap my brain around painfully complex accounting problems. Today, not such a good day…
This evening, however, was completely different. I went to Owens, we ate cheap chinese food and I have a lavender head with a violet fauxhawk running down the middle. New hair will make anyone feel better, and I especially love going to Owen’s because I leave there feeling beautiful, not beautiful in a model kind of way but beautiful on my own terms. Beautiful with purple hair and a pound of confidence.
Also, I got to meet Chica, the coolest chow-chow on the planet. She was so sweet!
Okay, it’s late, I’m off to bed.
ps if you would like me to make a bunny, teddy bear or stuffed doll for a christmas gift for you to give to someone, please let me know ASAP. I have a lot of crochet projects between now and the end of the year and I need to plan ahead.
I love the earth
I love the earth and I loe all the people on the earth. Really. I do. No shit.
I specifically love whoever stole my iPod out of my car.
I take responsibility for it, I didn’t lock my car last night. I was carrying a bunch of stuff and didn’t lock it up. Usually, not such a big deal, this isn’t a high crime neighborhood. They took nothing else, they didn’t go through the glove box or anything, they just took my iPod and the FM transmitter.
I’m like an A-1 dipshit or something.
Fuck.
Massive Underpantal Failure
It was just one of those days. Construction between my house and the doctor’s office in St Paul. The ramp I park in was closed for upgrades. The new ramp was blocks away. The new ramp did not accept validation from the clinic. I had no cash on me. My car has no air conditioning. They took 47,000 pints of blood after 20 minutes of “blind phlebotomist looking for vein”.
I should have stayed in bed. Or better yet gone to work and whined.
On the other hand….
The yarn shop is buying my messenger bag pattern. I need to put the finishing touches on this one, post pics and get it to my coworker (who is paying me for it). Then, after I get back from new orleans I’ll make the messenger bag for the yarn shop and sell them the pattern. This time I am just licensing the pattern to them so I can sell it in other places as well.
They’re also doing a series of projects comparing knit to crochet results using the same pattern. I’ll be doing most of the crochet work of them. Nice.
Just about finished up Mary Alice’s scarf. Mary Alice is moving to Alaska this week and I am greatly saddened by this. She’s such a doll. I made her a chenille scarf in a basketweave pattern. Pictures posted of that soon as well.
I’e eaten nothing today. I think I deserve a burrito.
Meet Lopsided Bunny!
This is my latest project, Lopsided Bunny! He’s my first stuffed animal.
See how cute he is!
He even has a puff tail
and he’s very saucy!
A great big special thanks to Crochet Me for the pattern and instruction. Next up, I’ll be making teddy bears, little girls with purple hats and maybe hippos.
Soon I will post pics of the new bags I made as well. The messenger bag turned out better than I would have expected.
In my dreams I am successful
I just woke up from 2 seperate dreams in which I was a prodigious serial killer. I was like a super serial killer. Both dreams, however, mostly took place after I was caught, in the first dream I killed 2 people, later, when I was caught, I found out I had actually killed 127 people! WOW!!!
In the second dream I was living in a special house with 2 cops. They were supposed to keep me from killing again since I actually had no recollection of killing anyone. I found out in the dream that I had killed over 800 people! What the hell. This is why I love dream logic. In the real world it’s physically impossible to be a serial killer and kill over 800 people. There’s a threshold, a limit, once you hit a certain number you change from ‘serial killer’ to ‘fascist dictator with weird mustache’. Also, in real life, if you manage to kill over 800 people on 800 seperate occasions (we’re not talking about firebombing a night club here) and don’t remember any of them, they don’t just set you up in a happy little house with a maid and a puppy and 2 gruff but concerned cops! They kill your ass in some spectacular way.
In my dreams I am everything I cannot be in real life. In my dreams I am prodigious and successful and hardworking.