Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
General Update
I admit that the thought was to do the egg dying yesterday right after I got off the computer. That certificate was calling and it just wouldn't leave me alone. I was forced to go and get my yarn. When I get there I notice right off that the store has added another aisle of yarn. Its mostly eyelash but I did see many empty bins and a few had EL silky wool, which neither LYS carries. Focus. Focus. We came for cotton. Cotton for summer tanks. Cotton, no silky wool. Cotton. I picked out some Bernat Cotton tots. Its a nice cotton that will make a lovely simple tank top. 
Then I notice this acrylic stuff that was shining at me. Its yarn so I had to touch. Its got a silky feel to it. Bernat Satin. Ever hear of it? I like the choices of colors and acrylic is good for summer clothing. If its horrible then we will just make a kitty blanket out of it. This is what I plan to do with it.
Have you seen Rachel's version of it. Downright sexy!
I head to the registers at the front of the store. I need to control myself and not sing and skip "I have new yaaaarnnnnn". The lady at the register was curt and less than helpful. She didn't want to honor my certificate. Grrrrr. Happy yarn dance was immediately squashed. We get the manager, who has always been nice to me. Duh, I didn't get enough yarn. I was $2.00 short and you have to use the whole certificate at once (which I did not know). She couldn't have told me that? This isn't the first time I've gotten less than helpful, crappy attitudes from these people so I shouldn't have been surprised. I plod away to get more yarn and finish this transction, when I got back to the register she was glaring at me and giving me impatient sighs. Nice customer service. *not* Sometime on the way home I got my happy new yarn dance back. Upon landing home, I threw my jacket on the table, kicked off my shoes in true kid fashion and took out my yarn to play. Then I check the receipt. She overcharged me $3.00. Grrrr. So I packed up the yarn and I'm not looking at it. My desire to have a summer tank will win out eventually and I'll open up the bag. I'm sure I will go back to the store just because they have yarns that my LYS's do not, yarns that I truely like to work with and are just too expensive to order online when I can go get them locally.
I'm up to the arm holes on the Urban Aran. I've finally update my WIP and FO pages. I'm actually happy with them for a change.
I decided to start my spring yard work yesterday. M was all ready to help. Yes, those are Christmas lights behind her. I took them down and packed them away. I want you to remind me in November, when I'm bitching about the idiot that packed away the lights so haphazardly. I want you to remind me that I'm the idiot.
I'm amazed at how much junk I still had in my yard. Although, maybe I shouldn't be surprised. The neighbor across the street never does his yard work, I should take a picture so you may all gasp. All his trash floats into my yard. I'm sure I'll complain about him again in the fall when I need to rake leaves several times.
Then I destroyed a bird's nest. I felt bad in a way but good in another. I have a retarded robin that has made a nest in my front shrubs. It was neat to watch her build a nest and hatch her 3 babes. The nest is only 3 feet off the ground and not really safe. I walk out my front door one morning to dead baby birds on the driveway. So so sad. Last year, she did the same thing with the same result. While I felt bad about destroying her well made nest of 2 years, and not being able to watch her raise babes again, I'm hoping she won't try to rebuild and give her next hatchlings a fighting chance by building her nest a little higher up. 
Then we colored eggs. Painted them and ourselves. Our hands are just as pretty as the eggs, but that's half the fun, right? I want to make note that the pink egg dye that refused to dye the eggs did, however, dye my wooden farmers table. M is all set today in her Easter dress. No, she couldn't wait a day. Not that we are relgious in any sense of the word but its a day for chasing eggs, chocolate bunnies, and family visiting.