Is it the yarn? purple and green? (Lorna's Laces Jungle Stripes) or is it the intended recipient?
*sigh*
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First a stop off at Mom's house to take a picture of the new fur-baby, a Yorky puppy named Maggie. For some reason I can't get Rod Stewart out of my head now:

Then a drive over to my sister's house where the fun really begins.
First we have the real work...

Weaving in all the ends of my felted nesting box from Mason Dixon Knitting. I was really, really stoked about this project. The second I finished weaving in the ends from the first of my grandma's socks I cast on for this project and I knit like I was a woman possessed. I was crrrrraaaaazy.

I got my order from kpixie.com I just about died. 7 skeins of Artyarns Regal Silk, 2 skeins of Alpaca Silk, and 1 skein of sock yarn. Yum

I'm spitting mad. Why? Because the whole plot behind 'An American Haunting' was effing retarded and asinine. It was craptastic. I wanted to be scared and instead I came out annoyed. Uggggh.
Cuteness...

The chicks line up in a row on the curb.
Left to right you have: my chick, my sister's chick who is in memorial of our old dog gretchen (long story) Megan's chick, Kellar's chick (yes the one with x's for eyes), and my sister's other chick. She felted the fifth chick while I made flat felt.

Chicks in the grass.
We finally felted the chick kit from Peace Fleece via kpixie.com yesterday, it was WAY more fun that I thought. We put way too much soap in them but eventually they felted, it was an good experience and I think the kids had a blast. My nephew was adorable, chanting duck feet at the top of his lungs when it was time to put the feet on. :) I got to wet felt a flat piece of felt which was very interesting, the kit came with a little write up on felting. All I have to say is thank heavens I don't live in a yurt or I'd have a MIGHTY drafty home!!! :)
Have a happy day.
For some reason my title makes me think of the song, "Little Lotte" from The Phantom of the Opera. I've been busy avoiding getting any actual sleep, ha ha ha. Sleep, what's that? Last night I was dead tired at 1 but decided to stay up and wacth Numb3rs, Doctor Who, two episodes of ER, and Alias. I have something to say about all of them but first: PODCASTING!
So SP8 begins! Yay! I have my match finally. Woo hoo! I'm all excited. I love this part. I haven't heard from my SP7 as to whether or not she recieved my final package and I haven't heard from my SP6(knittyboard) as to whether or not she recieved hers either, so I am a little glum about that. But anyhow.
Like I said earlier, the Artyarns regal silk came today. OMG. OMG. OMG. I will never knit anything else again. That's an overstatement but it's like knitting an orgasm. It's so soft and dreamy and ooooooh it's beautiful. The cool thing (to me) is how it seems to bloom as you knit it. It showed up in this tiny little hank that seemed impossibly thin. I felt cheated. By the time I had wound it into a ball it had fluffed up a little better but I didn't believe I would ever get gauge with size 7 or 8 needles on this yarn (and have a reasonable fabric) but you do!! As you knit the yarn plumps up, I can't explain it; it's wierd and cool and amazing. It's also gorgeous. Tomorrow or Saturday I will post some samples of the brocades that I bought for the lining of my purse and you all can help me choose. I am no good at sewing but the pervert is! Hooray for the pervert!
Deb. But she needs to contact me ASAP because I can't view her profile to let her know!!! Eeek!
i want to move. i hate living here. don't get me wrong, I love that it's MY house. It's just that it's tiny, the garden is nonexistent, the park management sucks ass, the morgtgage company is really just a bunch of shysters, and when I visit my sister's house *sigh* it's a REAL house. It doesn't shake when the wind blows.

So I only got one epsiode of Numbers (am I the only one who thinks David Krumholtz is simultaneously hot and annoying and Charley Eppes?) and 3 triangles done on the market squares bag. But in all fairness I was called away four different times by phone calls so I can't say it was a wasted evening.
So I am completely ignoring my grandma's socks for the lure of the market squares bag. I just never realized how much I missed using big needles (when you've been using 1s and 3s size 8s feel huge!!) so that is cool. I am about to take a shower and settle down for an hour or two of tv and try to get the first tier of the bag done, since I finished doing the hem part today @ Dr. Berman's office.

You know, it's hard to deal with accepting a diagnosis when you have your mother telling you that the only thing wrong with you is that you are "and always have been" a hypochondriac. In essence, you have been wasting your time going back and forth to the doctor's office every week just for attention.
Have you recieved a Christmas card from me? Don't blame the postal system--- blame me!
Today I went to Wildfiber (again) and got 2 books and a needlefelting kit. The chicks from kpixie turned out to be wet felting, :( oh well.


Me, my sister, and my nephew. I am the darkhaired one on the left.
We had a blast--- it was a lot of fun.
Yeah. In about five hours I will be in agony, but right now I am feeling nice and... well greased. LOL. A bunch of use from Human Sexuality (my late Monday night class) went to the Tipsy Bull to celebrate the semester's end with alcohol, thinly veiled sexual innuendo, and karaoke. I had a "melonball" which was a fruity mixed drink and then 2 of a milk and more drink called a "muddy snow" or something. I am, officially, the most wasted I have been in four years. It feels bizarre. Mostly because of the way my body is processing it, but there you go.