I have been board knitting blanket squares for charity for the past few weeks. The day after I posted about this charity project, I hurt my back and had to spend my at-home time flat on my back. I've got a ten done and in the process of being wrapped for mailing, but I'm still knitting. I have some yarn from about ten years ago that I really want to get rid of because I'm tired of looking at it.
Lately, I've been thinking that I need to get back to sewing. It has been ages. I was never very good at customizing clothing to fit me so I long ago stopped that and stuck to quilting and other crafty stuff. My attemps to find new clothing for the summer have left me so utterly frustrated that I am going to have to bite the bullet, haul out the sewing machine that I haven't used in six years, and figure out how to customize patterns to fit my bizarre pear shape. This may or may not actually happen, as I tend to put things off forever. However, my current work wardrobe is so limited that I've worn the same thing twice in the same week. I am such a fashion don't.
Just because they are beautiful and people should have the opportunity to see them, I am including photos of my cats.
What's the weirdest baby name you've ever heard?
Déjà vu. And I have encountered more than one. Unless I just think I met more than one.
Where do you go to get away from it all?
Submitted by Hops.
Inside my head. I can make it anywhere I want it to be.
Have you ever tracked down any of your old high school friends and fellow students?
Submitted by campsite2007.
Oh, good lord no! Why the hell would I do that? I worked so hard at getting rid of them and making certain no one from any of my schools could find me.
If money were no object, which five luxury items would you rush right out and buy?
Submitted by lorilyn.
- Full-time homecare for my mom (she has Parkinsons Disease).
- A sailboat for my dad (he is currently mom's caregiver), including yacht club membership fees.
- Residence in the penthouse or presidental suite in some luxery hotel, where there is always room service, maid service, and car service.
- Entry into the "I'm Too Rich to Work" club.
- Either the world's best lawyer to get my best friend's ex-husband off her back or a really awesome hitman to get him out of the way (she's too nice to be involved in killing someone but I'd feel no guilt).
I would like to point out that I greatly appreciate use of the proper verb tense in the QoTD question. The subjunctive is your friend.
I just drove home in my car. My car. I am almost $700 in the hole (because my insurance company are assholes and NJ has the most dumbass insurance laws) but I have my car. My lease is up June 6th and, as a result of this crash which was no fault of my own, I now cannot afford to return it ($450 "disposition fee") and lease a new car, so I might be releasing it. I must first consult with my financial consultant and my automobile consultant (also known at my sister and her husband, respectively). I adore the features in this car (radio and CD controls on the steering wheel should be a requirement) and I was actually looking at leasing the same car in a sedan model (current car - so pretty).
I am still in pain. I still dream of sending a box of cat poo to the claims adjuster. I still plan to change can insurance as soon as I decide on a new car or renew my lease. I drove home like a nervous old woman. But I have my car back.
In the meantime, I am attempting to knit, but it takes forever because I can't knit while I am flat on my back due to pain.
Do you believe there is intelligent life on other planets?
Of course. You see, cats are actually a superior life form from another planet.
I took time off work last Mon-Tues-Wed. The state inspector was supposed to be coming one of those days and I wanted to be there because (a) I don't want someone wandering around while I am not there poking into who knows what and (b) the cats are escape artists. I decided to use the time spring cleaning. The inspector came on Tuesday. On Wed, not having to be concerned about anyone showing up, I decided to take a drive over to the mall and looked at/try on/purchase some spring clothing for work.
Bad idea. Very bad idea. Innocently driving along am I, going about 35 miles per hour in a 40 mile zone through an intersection, and my perfect car gets beamed by a left-turning-fast-going guy who did not yield right of way. There was much freaking out and crying and shaking and hyperventilating on my part. My main concern was that my car lease is up in two months and I had managed to keep my car is near-perfect condition for three years.
I felt mostly ok psycially at the time. Mostly. Didn't want to go to the hospital. Would have just meant waiting around for ten hours before someone acknowleged my existence. I work at that hospital; I know how it works. I started hurting on Friday and made an appt with my doctor (it's April 10th). Spent most of the weekend flat on my back. (That's not as dirty as it sounds.) After sitting at my desk at work all day today, it's really killing me. Needless to say, I haven't been doing much that cannot be done while lying on the sofa. No knitting. Spring cleaning on hold. The cats are enjoying it, though. They have me in one place all the time for constant snuggling.
And because she is so beautiful, here is bossy!kitty:
In your ultimate dream house, what does your favorite room look like?
There is an industrial sized, front loading washing machine and a superior drier. There is a clothes line for hanging things to dry. There is a TV so I can be entertained while ironing. There is a large folding table for folding sheets. Ahhh... to have a laundry room. Silly thing for a favorite room, but I am a silly person.
on foray into polymer clay