Update of various random...ness?
Feb. 18th, 2015 02:28 pmAugh. Supernatural (The Executioner's Song) T__T: I know I haven't had much to say about the show lately, but yes, still watching. I came to the conclusion a long time ago that I was on that ride until the wheels fell off. And episodes like this remind me why. Oh Deaaaan. Saaaam. If only consoling brother-hugs were enough to make everything okay. (And hilariously, as I'm typing this, my eyes are filling with tears. Whoo, Show, you still got it.)
Crocheting: I went back about five times and tried to figure out how I managed to make the sleeve-holes on that Swing Coat different sizes, and each time it turns out the same. I did not have this problem when I made one for the other niece. *throws up hands* Well, I have decided whatthehellever, I am just going to carry on. She's only a year old and has tiny little stick arms, and it's not meant to be worn all by itself anyway. It still looks fine and my mantra in this case is going to be "When in doubt and no one will notice, feel free to fudge it." I need to move on with my life so I can finally get busy altering my finished Juliet Dress, which I am salivating to wear.
Finally filed my taxes. Yay. I have a bad feeling my refund is not going to be enough to fix my car. If that happens...I don't know. Maybe I'll just go completely insane and say screw the bills and groceries and go buy some pretty shoes. Pretty shoes make me feel better. :-(
And in other, not particularly relevant news: Got a call all the way from California the other day, my Dad's female cousin who is doing some geneology of his maternal side of the family tree. Apparently that branch was full "Robbers and thieves and drunks, women of ill-repute! Cathouse madams!" (She sounded horrified.) Also some folks who were BFF with Jesse James. (Though as my sister pointed out, considering the man's bloodthirsty rep, if they had been less than chummy Mr. James would have no doubt filled that particular twig full of lead.) I don't know why this amuses me. But it does.
Crocheting: I went back about five times and tried to figure out how I managed to make the sleeve-holes on that Swing Coat different sizes, and each time it turns out the same. I did not have this problem when I made one for the other niece. *throws up hands* Well, I have decided whatthehellever, I am just going to carry on. She's only a year old and has tiny little stick arms, and it's not meant to be worn all by itself anyway. It still looks fine and my mantra in this case is going to be "When in doubt and no one will notice, feel free to fudge it." I need to move on with my life so I can finally get busy altering my finished Juliet Dress, which I am salivating to wear.
Finally filed my taxes. Yay. I have a bad feeling my refund is not going to be enough to fix my car. If that happens...I don't know. Maybe I'll just go completely insane and say screw the bills and groceries and go buy some pretty shoes. Pretty shoes make me feel better. :-(
And in other, not particularly relevant news: Got a call all the way from California the other day, my Dad's female cousin who is doing some geneology of his maternal side of the family tree. Apparently that branch was full "Robbers and thieves and drunks, women of ill-repute! Cathouse madams!" (She sounded horrified.) Also some folks who were BFF with Jesse James. (Though as my sister pointed out, considering the man's bloodthirsty rep, if they had been less than chummy Mr. James would have no doubt filled that particular twig full of lead.) I don't know why this amuses me. But it does.

