I have about ten things I want to write about, but I don’t have the mental energy to address any of them properly. Turns out that the growth in my kittenface’s mouth *is* cancer. So Othello is at the oncologist right now, undergoing a CT scan to find out if it’s operable. My day/week/year is about to get marginally better or much much worse, and right now I have no way of knowing which way it’s going to turn (though I do have a pessimistic suspicion).
So in lieu of prettyhappy self-contained daily posts about a variety of fun topics, you’re about to receive one mediocre and rather dull post about a variety of fun topics.
In a move that will surprise no one, I got a bee in my bonnet about all our myriad unprinted, unframed, unhanging photos. So I set out to print, frame, and hang them. In a series of unfortunate events (notice a theme for the year?), this ended up requiring *four* trips to the ass-end of West County, as well as a multitude of fun trips to JoAnn, Michael’s, Target, Marshall’s, and even Dollar Tree. But now I have many pictures printed and many frames and am in the process of combining the two into pleasing arrangements. Which I will then distribute among various walls and tabletops in our house. Tonight.
In a particularly morbid fashion, Jeff and I have undertaken to call this a “hanging party”, which fortuitously only requires a slight modification of some equally-morbid Replacements song lyrics. I’ll be singin’ the night away as I hang up assorted vacation, family, and pet photos tonight. It’ll be fun?
(this one really needs its own post, but look at me – I deny its wishes)
I made a sweater for Grandma. She picked out the pattern, and I chose a soft, durable, warm yarn that could also somehow pass for “very inexpensive” (I knew Grandma wouldn’t wear it if she thought I spent more than $2 on the yarn). I finished it last week:
That’s Peasy, of Rowan Felted Tweed. I added a significant amount of length because Grandma has become rather stooped (thus elongating her back), and changed the button spacing a bit so she could just do the top one or middle one if desired. Other than that, I left the pattern pretty much alone.
Sweet little buttons from JoAnn:
We went to Grandma’s house on Sunday, and the initial reception of the sweater was…mild, to say the least. Remember the dishcloth incident? Yesterday was exactly like that, only I got pissed because dammit I make things to wear, not just to look at. Mom sensed my disappointment (the exchange of pointed looks may have had something to do with it), and then fairly wrestled the sweater onto Grandma.
(no idea why I look pinker than my cardigan, or why Grandma looks drunk.)
So now we know that Grandma has worn the sweater at least once, and Mom at least appreciates the effort and quality that went into it. Grandma had better wear that thing every freaking day. I mean it. I fail to understand the “too good to use” mindset.
At 11:00pm on Thursday night, I finished piecing the quilt (needless to say, that 2010 effort fizzled).
Doesn’t look like that much work, does it?
How ’bout now?
I hand-pieced that during my junior-year study hall in high school, in my college dorm, in our first apartment and now here in St. Louis. I’ve dragged that thing through 5 different moves and worked on it in fits and starts.
I’m sure Grandma will get it quilted in record time, and then I’ll just have to bind the little fucker. Here’s hoping *that* doesn’t take a further ten years…
(Better pictures to follow when it’s well and truly done)
I’m thinking about making a new life motto. It will be: “I hand-pieced an entire queen-sized quilt at 11 stitches per inch. Any other challenge is trivial.”
Now I’m going to finish that wall-hanging I started two years ago.
Lastly, Jeff said this a few weeks ago:
and I liked it so well that I printed it out and hung it on the cabinet over my desk. Everyone who’s seen it has agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment.
That’s it for today, y’all. Keep your fingers crossed for kittenface, and goddamnit y’all better be appreciatin’ the awesome FO’s above. I WANT ACCOLADES FROM *SOMEONE*, Y’HEAR?