aaahhhh!!! Tetris Dress!
I really need to learn how to sew my own cool dresses. The woman who writes the "A Dress A Day" blog (Erin) is one of my heroes.
Also: Darth Vader Dress!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Why does it bother me so much?
Sometimes my FaceBook friends post "status updates" about how their kids are annoying them for whatever reason (won't shut up! won't sleep! drew all over the wall! etc!), and then their friends with kids will comment with similar stories, or "funny" comments such as "Too bad we can't just lock them in the closet for the weekend... lol!" And it's all I can do to resist the urge to write a comment like "Well at least you were able to have kids. Some people don't even get the chance to be annoyed by their children. Because they can't have any. Be thankful for what you have." Or something to that effect.
Of course I would never actually post a comment like that. I UNDERSTAND and APPRECIATE that fb is a place where friends can vent about stuff. And I do realize that children can be very annoying. (Take the Wee Gs for example! Take them, please!) (haha just kidding LOL ROTFL smiley face blahhhh) .... And I understand that some people who have kids didn't originally want them or plan for them (is that too harsh of a thing to say? It's true, though.), so of course on some level they may resent their kids even while loving them and caring for them. And I know that ALL my friends with kids DO love and appreciate their kids. It's their right to complain about them as much as they want. But the thing is, after all these many years of trying to have a baby and failing, I feel that if I did manage to have a child I would love her dearly and appreciate her existence and NEVER be annoyed by anything she does. I know, you are thinking: "HA!" The reality is that I would probably right there venting with everyone else about how I'm so irritated that she won't eat broccoli or that her screaming is making me want stab pencils into my ears.
And maybe that's just it. I want to be in "The Club", but I'm not. I feel left out and therefore bitter. Sometimes it is incredibly difficult to be an infertile-childless-loser in a sea of breeders. [Yes yes, I'm "lucky" to be a part-time-step-mom (VERY part-time during the school year). I do feel fortunate that at least I have that.] But it's different. I feel like I'm from a different planet. A lonely planet. Everyone else is "normal", I'm the weird one. And we can't quite relate to each other. So I will keep my comments to myself. (Well, except for writing my blog.)
Of course I would never actually post a comment like that. I UNDERSTAND and APPRECIATE that fb is a place where friends can vent about stuff. And I do realize that children can be very annoying. (Take the Wee Gs for example! Take them, please!) (haha just kidding LOL ROTFL smiley face blahhhh) .... And I understand that some people who have kids didn't originally want them or plan for them (is that too harsh of a thing to say? It's true, though.), so of course on some level they may resent their kids even while loving them and caring for them. And I know that ALL my friends with kids DO love and appreciate their kids. It's their right to complain about them as much as they want. But the thing is, after all these many years of trying to have a baby and failing, I feel that if I did manage to have a child I would love her dearly and appreciate her existence and NEVER be annoyed by anything she does. I know, you are thinking: "HA!" The reality is that I would probably right there venting with everyone else about how I'm so irritated that she won't eat broccoli or that her screaming is making me want stab pencils into my ears.
And maybe that's just it. I want to be in "The Club", but I'm not. I feel left out and therefore bitter. Sometimes it is incredibly difficult to be an infertile-childless-loser in a sea of breeders. [Yes yes, I'm "lucky" to be a part-time-step-mom (VERY part-time during the school year). I do feel fortunate that at least I have that.] But it's different. I feel like I'm from a different planet. A lonely planet. Everyone else is "normal", I'm the weird one. And we can't quite relate to each other. So I will keep my comments to myself. (Well, except for writing my blog.)
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Whole Gang
It's time for me to take a little break from crocheting pumpkins, I think.
The very first one I made is still my favorite. Isn't that always the way? (She's the second from the right.)
The very first one I made is still my favorite. Isn't that always the way? (She's the second from the right.)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
More pumpkins...
Mr. G's oldest son does NOT like the white one. My facebook friends suggested I call it an onion instead of a white pumpkin. But I think it's the face that Wee G doesn't like.
I can't seem to stop crocheting pumpkins! There are a few more completed already, and I have plans for some others. I will stop soon. I have to, the hermit crab I had started knitting is only an empty shell right now!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wee Pumpkin and other stuff
Apparently I'm currently concentrating on crocheting pumpkins. This is the first one (and my favorite so far)... I've done another orangey one, with a much less cute face, and now I'm doing a white one. I have visions of dozens of little pumpkins for Halloween, but after 3 I'm already starting to get a little burnt-out with them.
Also in the last couple weeks: started the shell for the hermit crab; made some headway ("footway"?) on the dreaded Second Sock; found a good pattern for LONG arm-warmers (since it's 90 degrees today I don't feel any pressure to get started on those); finished two baby hats for a friend; and I keep thinking and plotting all the millions of things I want to make! Hats! Toys! Scarves, yes, scarves! Gifts for people!
But I am also trying to record some MUSIC (sometimes I do remember that I am a musician!) -- I would REALLY like to get another album completed. I have at least 10 songs waiting to be recorded. Everything always takes such a long time. Plus there are only so many hours in the day. SIGH.
Also in the last couple weeks: started the shell for the hermit crab; made some headway ("footway"?) on the dreaded Second Sock; found a good pattern for LONG arm-warmers (since it's 90 degrees today I don't feel any pressure to get started on those); finished two baby hats for a friend; and I keep thinking and plotting all the millions of things I want to make! Hats! Toys! Scarves, yes, scarves! Gifts for people!
But I am also trying to record some MUSIC (sometimes I do remember that I am a musician!) -- I would REALLY like to get another album completed. I have at least 10 songs waiting to be recorded. Everything always takes such a long time. Plus there are only so many hours in the day. SIGH.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thoughts in the night
I woke up in the middle of the night a couple nights ago with the Beatles tune "Flying" going through my head for some reason. You know it, it's the short instrumental piece from Magical Mystery Tour. (Hmm, actually it might not technically be an instrumental because I think they sing "la la la".) Anyway, in my hypnagogic state I decided that it would be a good song to be played at my funeral when I die. Then I started to worry about what I would do with my enormous yarn stash when I die. Give it to a friend or family member? Donate it to a charity group? Leave it in a box to get moldy and discovered many years from now and tossed in the landfill?
These are the things that go through my mind in the middle of the night. I don't worry about losing my job or getting my car insured. I worry about what I should do with all my yarn when I die. I have no plans to die anytime soon, so I'm not sure where this came from. Well, that's not true. I know why it's kicking around in my subconscious. A friend of mine died from cancer last month, and she has been on my mind a lot. She planned her own memorial service, which was a very lovely memorial indeed, and it got me thinking about the idea of planning one's own memorial. I wonder if I would be able to do that, if it ever came to that? I'm not sure.
I suppose picking "Flying" is a start. Thanks, strange subconscious brain!
(PS the spellcheck suggested "spongecake" for hypnagogic. It's kind of the same thing.)
These are the things that go through my mind in the middle of the night. I don't worry about losing my job or getting my car insured. I worry about what I should do with all my yarn when I die. I have no plans to die anytime soon, so I'm not sure where this came from. Well, that's not true. I know why it's kicking around in my subconscious. A friend of mine died from cancer last month, and she has been on my mind a lot. She planned her own memorial service, which was a very lovely memorial indeed, and it got me thinking about the idea of planning one's own memorial. I wonder if I would be able to do that, if it ever came to that? I'm not sure.
I suppose picking "Flying" is a start. Thanks, strange subconscious brain!
(PS the spellcheck suggested "spongecake" for hypnagogic. It's kind of the same thing.)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Quick Quiz - or, ARGH!
Q: What size crochet hook do I keep having to buy because I keep losing or breaking them?
A: Size H.
Q: What size do I need for the project I'm dying to start RIGHT NOW?
A: Size H.
Q: What sizes of crochet hooks am I able to locate in my house right now?
A: Sizes: G (x2), I (x3), J (x2), K (x2), and N.
Q: What size is missing from the above list?
A: Size H!
Q: Where did I JUST GO a couple hours ago?
A: A yarn store where they were having a HUGE SALE ON EVERYTHING!
Q: What did I not think to purchase at the sale?
A: Another freakin' H size hook. Because I know I own about THREE OF THEM. Where. Are. They!?
I know there are people in this world with much bigger problems than missing the correct crochet hook. I know! I'm lucky to have a house and food and love and health and all that... but... AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH this is frustrating. And typical.
Hee-larious footnote: After writing the above I did find my H hook... in the bag with the sock I am knitting (don't know why I would have a crochet hook in with a knitted sock)... and then I decided to use a G hook anyway. Squirkworld! Squirkworld! Party on! Excellent!
A: Size H.
Q: What size do I need for the project I'm dying to start RIGHT NOW?
A: Size H.
Q: What sizes of crochet hooks am I able to locate in my house right now?
A: Sizes: G (x2), I (x3), J (x2), K (x2), and N.
Q: What size is missing from the above list?
A: Size H!
Q: Where did I JUST GO a couple hours ago?
A: A yarn store where they were having a HUGE SALE ON EVERYTHING!
Q: What did I not think to purchase at the sale?
A: Another freakin' H size hook. Because I know I own about THREE OF THEM. Where. Are. They!?
I know there are people in this world with much bigger problems than missing the correct crochet hook. I know! I'm lucky to have a house and food and love and health and all that... but... AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH this is frustrating. And typical.
Hee-larious footnote: After writing the above I did find my H hook... in the bag with the sock I am knitting (don't know why I would have a crochet hook in with a knitted sock)... and then I decided to use a G hook anyway. Squirkworld! Squirkworld! Party on! Excellent!
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