Okay, I’m back for real now. I was feeling a little sad and lonely for a while, you know, post election blues. I’m feeling good now.
My sister (sister Christy, not sister Rachael), at this very moment, is winging her way to come see me! Yay! I love visitors, and I love sisters! Double yay!
On top of that, I finally have all the tile and supplies and plans ready to mosaic the bathroom floor! Yay again!
Okay, I may have cheerleadered myself into a good mood, but at least I’m there, damn it.
I am desperately craving a digital camera. I taught myself how to tat! It actually comes far more naturally to me than knitting, and I have made the cutest little trim that is destined for a pillowcase or something. And there’s no one to ooo and ah, damn it! I think I’ll take it with me when I go to Spokane to pick Christy up, search down some LYS, and shove it in someone’s face. "Look! Look what I did! Appreciate!"
Although Christy will definitely appreciate. Yay! Visitors! Sisters! Yay!
I have far too many things in the air right now. I know, given the rate I work at, that I need to get going on any Christmas present projects, but I really don’t want to put down my Montana sweater. I still only have the back and one sleeve almost done, but I need to finish it so I can wear it at least once during the winter here. Preferably more than once. I’ve started allocating time and spaces. The guy sweater present is the coffee shop job; perfect for sitting in a warm booth, smelling the brew, and watching Charmed. The tatting stays at the motel; small, easy to hide, takes a bit of attention still. And the Montana sweater must be done in my comfy big knitting chair, the one that faces the mountain out my back door, and where I can kick my feet up on my rocker.
If I start anything else, I’m going to have to leave one on my bedside table, one next to the toilet, and one on top of my computer. And one in my car, but that’s just not safe. Which means I have to finish something. Poop.
Weather here is cold, but we haven’t seen any more snow yet. It’s just around the corner, though. I feel like I’m on tiptoes, waiting for it. I’ve made two massive trips to the supermarket for canned stuff and water, and I took advantage of the one sunny day we had to paint the new front porch and the trim. Well, the front half of the trim, anyway. I may have been a little nostalgic for San Francisco, though, in my color choices. The cute blue house now has maroon trim and a porch with pink highlights. Maybe a wee bit Victorian, but it is the Blue Castle, right? It needed a spiff.
At the same time, I also finally took down the Christmas lights. I can’t believe that took me so long. I can’t believe that I am going to be putting them up again so soon. And yes, I am going to decorate. My parents never did more than a bit of luminaria, and I always agreed with them, thinking the subtle touches were better; the tree through the window, the glowing bags on Christmas Eve. Plus way cheaper. Yay cheapness. Still, in Minneapolis I saw what Christmas lights are supposed to look like, blanketed by snow, and I was hooked. I want that snowy glow.
Crap, I should NOT be thinkng Christmas. It’s way, way too early. It’s the project thing, and the fact that there is eggnog at the coffee shop now, and if there’s eggnog, you have to drink it. I even found myself eyeing the Soulfull Christmas CDs in my collection the other day. No! I will hold out untill after Thanksgiving. And there will be not another word about it. And I apologize for even bringing up the subject.
