Operation Yoga Bag

Sweater Grrrl

Day 4 in the Land of Sanity

Where did the weekend go? Although (epiphany follows) I actually managed to finish the "to-do's" that I set for myself over the weekend.

Listen closely, my sweet things, I am all beside myself with glee because I FINISHED the yoga bag!!!!! OK, just the bag part. I still have to do the strap. But I sincerely don’t mind that.

I totally screwed up the lace pattern somehow. I want to know how, actually, because I like it better this way than how it looked in the picture. And I want to reproduce it for myself. The lines are all wavy instead of diagonal, and looks like something a drunken but methodical spider might have produced. For the billionth time, I will have to post a picture. (Hint, hint Santa- digital camera!) I made sure that it would work by sticking my yoga mat in there, and all is well. I’m as shocked as the rest of the world.

And I got the Berocco Furz to finish up the scarf for sis. So on Christmas Eve, instead of scrambling to finish knitting, I will be scrambling to clean my house for my brother & sister in-law and their significant others to come over. The actual In-Law’s have been invited, (courtesy of my husband) but something tells me they’re not going to show. (Are the gods that kind? ;)

But at least I did my wifely duty by inviting her over to my house. To quote Bridget Jones, “Am perfect, saint-style person.”

Sooooo…that means I need to start on the poncho for the lady at the Dr.’s office, and a scarf for my sister in law. I cleaned out my knitting bag, which was in an advanced stage of yarn snarls and wads of paper, and stuck all my projects that I am working on into little Zip-Loc bags. I give it a week before I’m back to cramming everything in there again.

There was a domestic dispute last night about the knitting. My husband is evidently sick of seeing needles and yarn everywhere. So I now have a little tub that I stick everything into that I can shuttle back and forth from the living room into my craft room. So he can quit b*tching about it! (And if not, I will skewer him with my aluminum 19’s that he’s so afraid of. I love those things, they make me feel like Buffy the Vampire slayer.)

Ahem.

Finally managed to get down Christmas Tree Lane last night, along with everyone and their entire freaking family. It was nice. One house had cute little illuminated penguins that were kind of different, although they sort of looked like they were waiting for a polar bear with a bowling ball to come along.

Other than that, about the same as last year. Alan was so insane with driving 1 mph for like, an hour, that he promised to put lights in our big tree next year if I promise not to make him do Christmas Tree Lane again. I think I am going to take him up on that, even though he’ll have to use a cherry picker to do it….muuahahaha! It’s a redwood that’s probably 60 feet high. But the house will look fantastic- we skimped on the décor this year, so we can make up for it next year. And if I need a CTL fix, I will just go walk it with one of my buddies and a dog or two. Easy sneezy.

Also, work is good. All the people that usually call my boss for stuff that she ends up asking me to do are just calling me directly, hence cutting out the middleman. It's actually kind of nice, if a little nerve-wracking. Hmmmm.