Yes, I know it's been awhile. The boy has been sick, and now I am too! Here's what I've got done in the last couple weeks. The scarf I started at Easter but ran out of yarn, of which I was finally able to find at K-mart, of all places. It's Lion Brand Boucle in Snow Cone, done on US#15 needles, if anyone wants to know. Yay!
The needle case is based on the pattern in Stitch N' Bitch, and it's about as big as a placemat. While Tak & Owen were sleeping on Mother's day, I made this one for myself. This was the excuse I needed to buy a sewing machine (a Kenmore Mini Ultra on sale for $68 at Sears in light blue, the same one reviewed in the May/June issue of Bust.) I made a bigger needle case (the photo came out horrible) for the array of metal needles adopted from my aunt, and one for my mom (didn't take a photo). The fun funky fabrics are from redprodepot.com, the base is some olive random fabric I've had for ages, and the flap is 1/2 a black napkin from Target. Happy Mother's day. And hope my other mama friends had a great day, too.
By the way, my knowledge of code is crap, so my apologies if these photos look funny (strange, not ha-ha).
We were burgled today. Rushed home after the management company called. The house was messier than when we left--drawers and makeup/jewelry boxes turned out on the bed, cabinet doors open. Thank goodness we have great neighbors. It's one of the times you're grateful they're nosy and home during the day. Luckily, the only thing the robber took was all the loose change, maybe $15 tops. Left the jewelry, electronics, checkbook, cash, gift certificates, and the cat. Because I did not lock the bolts, our door wasn't damaged (unlike our other top-floor neighbor). Sure, we had a close call. Don't get me wrong; I am extremely thankful, and only mildly shaken up about the whole thing. But I'd also like to know the logic: why take just the change? And maybe use our bathroom?
Why do yarn stores have to close so early on Tuesday? Many stores close at 6 on Tuesday, and of course, this is the only day I work late and don't have to rush home to pick up Owen from day care. There are, thankfully, a couple of exceptions: Newbury Yarns (owner Aldritch is awesome, the yarns are gorgeous, and naturally more expensive for a newbie knitter like me) and
Circles (a wonderful knitting salon out at the Green St. stop on the Orange line).
Maybe it was the rain, but everyone at work had the chocolate bug today. I wasn't immune either: I ate a massive whoopie pie from Shaw's. What a guilty pleasure! I didn't want anyone to know I had them or let them see me eating it and licking my fingers afterwards. I must have blocked out how frostingly luscious they are, because then I ate a second one later in the day. There go my points for the week.
It's really too bad the Tank Girl movie was so horrible. The comic/graphic novel is awesome. Stan Winston worked on the special effects, Graeme Ravell did the music, and the band lineup for the soundtrack rocked. The only redeeming parts in the film are the animated intro credits, Ann Magnuson, and Naomi Watts.
Finally, the day I confided to some friends that I had a blog (considering this is still a work-in-progress to me), an article appeared in the globe about blog plagiarism. Not that I think I'll ever get to that level, but it's filed away in the "good to know" drawer.
The lovely ladies at 1154 Lill hosted a small bridal event. Peruse wonderful fabrics, eat cake and chocolate, hear nice music, and talk to a hairstylist and jewelry salesperson? Not too shabby. Not that I need these services, but it was fun to look! Afterwards, strolled through Copley, and talked the fun guys at b.good while scarfing down a delicious burger, fries and decadent shake. All followed by a fetching haircut at Aveda. THEN headed to the Galleria to browse and ogle the PowerBooks.
Don't bother alert: Three....Extremes. Stayed up way too late to watch it, and it was kind of boring, especially "Final Cut." Although, I'm still pondering "Dumplings" in a yucky way, and Miike's "Box" was gorgeous.
I drop off the zipcar at 8:15, after a lovely afternoon/BBQ out (thanks to Seth & Michela), and stop at the package store (or the "beer store," as my son calls it). U2's "New Year's Day" is on the radio, and I manage to catch the lyrics just perfectly after the guitar solo. I don't get carded; does this have something to do with the fact that, yes, I've known the words to this song since I was, what, 12 or 13? Or do I look my age when I forget to wear lipstick? Or does the guy behind the desk not care? Probably a combination of all 3, since my husband didn't get carded either. I come out and a guy yells to his friends across the street, "I'm going to poop at White's house. We're hanging out on the corner." Yeah. I love this place. Maybe if it were someplace else I'd be freaked out, but after living here for a few years, it's pretty comfortable.
