Bless me Bloggers...

I have sinned. It's been almost 4 months since my last entry. I've gotten sucked into LiveJournal and Facebook. But, I'm here, still unemployed, but here.

January and February were pretty boring, but March was a month for being sick. I had surgery on 3/13 (of all days) and then a full week after that I came down with the flu. This week has seen the usual spring sinus headaches. Where is my stunt double?

Knitting has been slow, as I've currently got several types of yarn that are refusing to be made into anything. Maybe I need to do some charity knitting to get my karma back. I've got a little over a week before Easter.

I hate shopping

Let me preface this to say that I'm talking about apparel. Not yarn or other craft items.

A recent post over on Franklin's blog sent me into my semi-annual tirade about not being able to find clothing and shoes that fit. That, coupled with the fact that the one store in town that carried 'real' jeans (not these stretchy, over embroidered trendy pieces of drek you see now), decided to discontinue this line. As I was told by a sales clerk "Nobody wears that style anymore." EEEEEHHH, good answer thanks for playing. I do.

I am (unlike most of the natural world) very tall for a woman. Six feet to be exact. With a 34/36" inseam and a 46" outseam. I am also very overweight, so I need clothes that are large as well as long. This seems to classify me as a freak of nature. Tall = thin, fat = short. Making clothes to fit a tall fat woman makes designers heads go all assplody.

Shoes are another issue. I wear a size 12A/B. I have since my freshman year of college. When I first hit a 12, they were more narrow. Like AAAA narrow. With a AAAAAA heel. I was able to find dress shoes after much wailing and gnashing of teeth, but for the most part I wore men's sneakers and thick socks. I still do this. And I haven't worn actual heels for about 4 years.

So, it is time to clear off my cutting table (again) and start making clothes for myself (again). I usually entertain this option a couple of times a year, but now that I have time (oh, yeah, I lost another job, but that is a whole 'nother story) I can probably actually get something done.

He's so romantic....

Yesterday was our 10th anniversary.

Earlier in the week we had been talking about what to do, what the traditional gift was, etc. OK, so traditional is tin, and the modern is pewter. I showed him on the intarwebs that pewter was the new gift. So what does he do? Goes over to his supply shelf and hands me an ingot of pewter and says, "Happy Anniversary." We laughed ourselves silly.

Anyway, last night we were able to score a brat-sitter (yeah Leigh!) and got to go out for dinner at a new sushi place here in town. Yum. We tried several rolls and had some nigiri, including one with kobe beef. OMG, if you have never had it, try it. It's like butta...creamy texture, slightly smokey flavor. And yes, it was raw. We left feeling sated and with a much lighter wallet.

Vince also bought us a copy of "Elizabeth: The Golden Age." Squee! Costumes! Some very badly researched, but costumes nonetheless.

All in all we had a good time. His biggest comment: "I don't know how you have put up with me for so long." Right back atcha honey.

I have a new job!

And I get to work with yarn! I'm working for a wholesale company called Alpaca with a Twist. Gorgeous stuff. Only working part time, but if her business keeps up, it will probably increase, though she keeps really laid back hours. I worked 9 till 4:30 today and took time for lunch. Though, I did forget just how tiring it is to walk around an office all day and schlep boxes. My feet are killing me.

Squee!

Quiet Desperation

I have sunk to the depths of desperation. I have a WIP that I am no long happy with. I do not love it anymore. I want it to go away.

The long, sordid affair with the Eleanora of Toledo stockings is coming to an end.

I do not have enough yarn to finish.
I am working with yarn that is too big for the needles (or needles too small for the yarn, whichever).

So, at some point, I will begin the arduous process of frogging the stocking. I will be trying to re-chart it as I go, so that if the spirit ever moves me again, I can take another stab at it.

Pray for me.

Note to self:

Do not let me go shopping by myself. Especially when there are sales. And clearance items.

SSDD

Same shit, different day times 3 months.

Still no job (3 interviews), still knitting, still sewing, still trying to keep up with house, still yelling at S for not paying attention (though, if I would remember to give him his meds that would help), still trying to help V get ready for Pennsic.

New things: S now has an orthodontic appliance and head-gear for his underbite. Insurance has a lifetime benefit of $1500. Total for this is $4300. Ga.

I need some good vibes: job, family, you name it. I'm tired of feeling like I'm having the life sucked out of me.