If you're here for just pictures. Sorry. I've just got some ramblings, sore fingers and very tired eyes. I'd be lucky if anything you read is semi-coherent.
If you missed the owlies, they're back! I just made three more! Plus, a new kind of pendant. I only have 4 more owls left after these...because I bought out all of the pendants while I still had a chance. Maybe I'll save them for later this year? Who knows.
I also present to you my awesome idea called "sock memory tabs." Take a look-see on Etsy. Unfortunately, I only have three out, and a whole stack of paper left to cut. (eugh!) It doesn't look like it, but I labored for several hours already one these babies. But...they are worth it. I wrote a whole shibang for you in the description of the item.
I just bought a cheap book on making (the normal way) jewelry at the Borders outlet in our mall. (Our mall is notorious for sailors and outlets...and disgusting bathrooms.) I'm quite excited though. I'm also thinking about making cards! God save me. I'll be broke, and begging for more hours in the day. Wait... don't I already do that?
The "Castle Corridors" socks are going slow, but...., well, actually....there's no "but." They're just going slow. That's partly because I'm too tired to work on them, and just want to read. I do have to finish them before I leave for school next weekend... so "ready or not, here I knit." I'm not about to bring my prom dress and other such props to Iowa. No thanks. I'll just bite the bullet this weekend and get a move-on.
Can anyone enlighten me why sometimes, the only motivation to finally exercise is not from watching in horror that you grow size by size each year in pants...but knowing that you're a "bride"...and that's what brides do. I can't be a fat bride. It's not like Joe cares (out loud) how big I am. I just don't want to walk in the shop one day, and have the lady do that "oh... are you planning on losing a 'few' pounds by that date of yours, or should we plan on getting you one of these in a size up. Just in case?" I'm not one to weight myself regularly(I probably should), or obsess over how many exact calories I just consumed (once again, I probably should)...but I might just have to do everything against my nature to loose the freshman 15, the high school 5, and the 10 hideous pounds I gained since I totally fell out of exercising. Dang.
But the good news is... I just bought new exercising clothes (important! non-flattering clothes that accentuate a bubble butt=no motivation), and I just got back in the groove today. I'm about to turn this sick-cycle around.
I have to.