That a lot of my posts contain big strings of seemingly unrelated stuff? Well welcome to my brain, mutha.
I'm working on the hood for my Central Park Hoodie. Yay! I was so worried about getting the stitches picked up and looking perfect, but they really look great. Oh yeah, so that means I had to block the front, back and sleeves, and sew the shoulder seams. Here are the pieces after blocking. The color in the photo is shit, 1,000 apologies, truly.
Ok so also, on Saturday we drove to Lansing (oh just a bit over an hour) and had lunch with Aaron (no. 2) and his boyfriend, Tyler. It was fun. I got to laugh a lot, but let's face it, I laugh a lot all by myself. Stupid people do that.
Saturday night we went to a showcase for number 4's dance competition pieces. Her lyrical piece was very good, and there were two little girls at her school that went to no. 5's first daycare when he was just a wee shaver. So I see these big, pretty girls, (ages 10, 11, 12) dancing and looking so grown up and it hit me. My time with no. 5 (my only biological kidlet) is more than half over. So, right there in the dance thingy, I just cried. I don't want my time to be over.
Why the shit did I put on eyeliner anyway? I ended up looking like I got punched in the damn eye.
I started my mom's last (oh yeah, bitches, the last) pair of payment socks. Recall she painted two kids bedrooms in exchange for 8 pairs of socks. She's getting Shur'Tagal's knit from some Blue Hawaiian. I'll get a pic before too long. You know I suck at the photos. It doesn't seem to matter how hard I work at it. I'm crap. Get used to it!
Ok so last of all, The Chief and I really enjoy The Flight of The Conchords. Have you seen this show? I'd like to show one of our favorite songs from this season with you, but hey do me a favor and don't watch this at work without headphones and not in front of your kids unless you are more pogressive than me (which isn't hard since I'm practically amish, right?)