Or crocheting while tired, or any variety of the form [craft] + [mental impairment].
I often think of crafting as having certain milestones, immutable laws that every crafter is going to slam into at some point regardless of whether or not they've been warned the wall -- I mean law -- is there. (Case in point: I taught a friend to knit and she recently messaged me to ask, rhetorically and with much frustration, why everyone seems to think she's crocheting.) So it stands to reason that even though I know that crocheting late at night is always agreed to be a bad idea, and definitely because I assured myself that being a Night Owl excused me from the inevitable... I slammed into a wall.
As far as I can tell, this is what happened last night.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
A Gentle Jab
Tomorrow is Ian's graduation party, the next day marks four and a half years of us "being together" or "dating" or whatever you'd like to call it. This is kind of a big weekend for me.
Because my mom sells kitchen supplies for The Pampered Chef, pretty much every viable occasion is met with some sort of kitchen gift. There's already a stash in the garage of boxes for me. This means that Ian is moving out with a small dorm kitchen package from my family (mostly Mom), which is somewhat colorful. Off the top of my head I only remember that the color-coated knife is green and the mini cutting board has pink edges (I insisted; Mom consented on the condition that it clearly be my fault), but I'm pretty sure there are a few other colors too.
And now there's going to be one more. Why? That requires a few stories:
Because my mom sells kitchen supplies for The Pampered Chef, pretty much every viable occasion is met with some sort of kitchen gift. There's already a stash in the garage of boxes for me. This means that Ian is moving out with a small dorm kitchen package from my family (mostly Mom), which is somewhat colorful. Off the top of my head I only remember that the color-coated knife is green and the mini cutting board has pink edges (I insisted; Mom consented on the condition that it clearly be my fault), but I'm pretty sure there are a few other colors too.
And now there's going to be one more. Why? That requires a few stories:
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Summer Fun Bingo, Or, Resolutions For June
Sometime before the end of last semester, Ian asked me if I'd like to go to France with him in July. He has family there and occasionally flies out to see them (and practice his French) for a few weeks. I said yes, of course, even though I don't speak a word of French and I'd had half-formed summer plans already. Pretty much nothing takes precedence over Europe.
I'm still not sure if we're going -- planning this has turned into an adventure for him -- but I operate under the assumption that I'll be out of the country for three weeks in July because if I don't I probably won't be able to go. That means I can't go job-hunting (no one will give me three weeks off when I started working like two weeks ago), and I can't take a summer class (the last week or so overlaps when we're potentially leaving). Essentially, it means I have to cram my entire summer into June, and hope I won't be here in July. Enter the Summer Fun Bingo, Year Two.
This is something we did last year. I honestly don't remember if I did all 24 things or not, but I at least gave it a shot. Last year there were categories, and really hard things as well as really easy things. This year I just threw together a list of 24 things I want to get done, and think I can possibly accomplish in June.
So for this month I have either 1 resolution or 24, depending on how you look at it. If you think of it as one, my resolution is Complete Summer Fun Bingo Card. If you think of it as twenty-four, here's the rundown:
I'm still not sure if we're going -- planning this has turned into an adventure for him -- but I operate under the assumption that I'll be out of the country for three weeks in July because if I don't I probably won't be able to go. That means I can't go job-hunting (no one will give me three weeks off when I started working like two weeks ago), and I can't take a summer class (the last week or so overlaps when we're potentially leaving). Essentially, it means I have to cram my entire summer into June, and hope I won't be here in July. Enter the Summer Fun Bingo, Year Two.
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So for this month I have either 1 resolution or 24, depending on how you look at it. If you think of it as one, my resolution is Complete Summer Fun Bingo Card. If you think of it as twenty-four, here's the rundown:
Rising From The Ashes
As you may have noticed, I failed at juggling. In fact, I catastrophically crashed and pretty much everything but school fell to pieces. I still made straight As. I have no idea how.
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My grandfather died in April, a few days after his 70th birthday. I hadn't seen him in some time because I didn't want to remember him like that, so I'd already said my goodbyes. Twelve hours later I listened to the announcement in church and just felt numb. One week later I went to his funeral in a black-and-white dress (mostly white) and bright teal shawl because I couldn't bear to just wear black. My aunt looked at me and said "I think all Grandpa would have said is 'nice hat'. Non-issue." Apparently he didn't look too good dead, so the casket was never opened. I'm okay with this. (The funeral arrangements included those tiny Hershey's candy bars wrapped in little blue papers that had a picture of Grandpa and had his birth/death dates on it. We were very disturbed by what we dubbed the face chocolates.)
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A couple weeks before this, on the 8th, I finished this blanket for a baby cousin so new he wasn't even born yet. He was born exactly one month later, on May 8th.
It's a very happy blanket. I have a picture of him lying next to it, but I'm not going to put it up here out of respect for the kid's privacy. Suffice to say, he's an adorable little bugger and I can't wait to meet him.
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I got my wisdom teeth out about a week and a half ago, and my jaw is still sore. Plus food keeps getting caught in the empty sockets and bothering me. I'm not really sure what the point of that was, but it's over now. Although I did lose some weight while on a soft-foods-only diet, which could be problematic. Essentially all I did for three days was watch episodes of Arrow on Netflix and work on this:
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My grandfather died in April, a few days after his 70th birthday. I hadn't seen him in some time because I didn't want to remember him like that, so I'd already said my goodbyes. Twelve hours later I listened to the announcement in church and just felt numb. One week later I went to his funeral in a black-and-white dress (mostly white) and bright teal shawl because I couldn't bear to just wear black. My aunt looked at me and said "I think all Grandpa would have said is 'nice hat'. Non-issue." Apparently he didn't look too good dead, so the casket was never opened. I'm okay with this. (The funeral arrangements included those tiny Hershey's candy bars wrapped in little blue papers that had a picture of Grandpa and had his birth/death dates on it. We were very disturbed by what we dubbed the face chocolates.)
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A couple weeks before this, on the 8th, I finished this blanket for a baby cousin so new he wasn't even born yet. He was born exactly one month later, on May 8th.
It's a very happy blanket. I have a picture of him lying next to it, but I'm not going to put it up here out of respect for the kid's privacy. Suffice to say, he's an adorable little bugger and I can't wait to meet him.
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I got my wisdom teeth out about a week and a half ago, and my jaw is still sore. Plus food keeps getting caught in the empty sockets and bothering me. I'm not really sure what the point of that was, but it's over now. Although I did lose some weight while on a soft-foods-only diet, which could be problematic. Essentially all I did for three days was watch episodes of Arrow on Netflix and work on this:
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