I mean with a crochet hook. So far I’ve been making myself dishcloths which although I was skeptical about-I now adore. They’re much…more firm? than the knitted type and are sturdy in your hand as you wash. I make them from 100% cotton and they’re SO much more green than sponges. You just toss them into the laundry and I actually like the feel of them in my hand better, too. So, Bonus.
*drool* You know, knitters get books like this all the time. But not crocheters. Crocheters are the pop fiction to knitters literary fiction. We don’t get no respect. But every once in a while someone comes up with a brilliant breakout book. I hope this one starts a wave of luscious crochet design books.
We have a house. For real. It’s been a rough ride lemme tell ya. WE had one, didn’t, had , didn’t, had, didn’t. HAD. It’s sticking this time. Unconventional to say the least, too. Our lawyers pretty much hated each other and I ended up saving the deal. ME. Little ole MOI. I was in mamma bear mode, my kids needed a house to live in, Dadgumit. So I called the owner and ironed out the creases. In NJ that stuff ain’t right and pissed my attny off, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Especially when she’s had ENOUGH of testosterone. You know how that is.
For the record, this is the third house we put an offer on since January. And this third deal’s been dead so many times the only thing keeping it alive was the sheer force of my will and the hand of God.
24 days till we move.
And now, the most magical part? I feel like writing again. The story I had been working on when my life hit the fan is nipping at the back of my brain again. Under the circumstances of the past three months I couldn’t write at all. I wish I was that type of person who could, but I just flipped out and the stress swallowed everything. Now that things are more settled it’s coming back. I should post the flipped out e-mails I sent Selah about how I thought I was never going to write again.
So, the moral of this story is that it comes back. It does. Once the whirlpool sucking you down to Davey Jones’ Locker eases up, and the ocean waters begin to smooth, the creative well fills and can’t help but spill over.
I am a bit crazy right now, about to move, no house to move into. I wish I could look as good as the chick in the pict. She does have it all together, and some serious Glam, too. Not me. I’m flailing about, screeching a bit and getting my ponytails caught in the ropes. If I had ponytails. Hanging by one hooked foot and bellowing.
I don’t do graceful when I’m panicked.
But HEY! Would you check out these new digs? My cousin did them for me! She has an awesome web design business, and I drove her batshit crazy for a few weeks making this, but innit beootiful? *preens* I haz love for it. Drop me a line and I’ll hook you up.
OK, that’s enough sanity, back to wailing and flailing.
I have just discovered the best little corner of youtube.
Daughter hatchling and I are going over The Iliad.
Fun, no? Well yeah I like it, but her not so much.
Until we check out youtube for people’s performances and some lessons in Dactylic Hexameter.
