Well, that was unpleasant

As those who made it to Bagels are already aware, I was down for the count yesterday. ( Details behind the cut )

So I've recovered enough that I'm going to plan on going to the meeting tomorrow, even though I still don't really know where/when it is; I'm going to the school to pick up my keys first, and hopefully get a chance to find the old e-mail on my computer. While I'm there, assuming that I don't discover that I'm way late for the meeting (I think we weren't scheduled until after lunch), I'll shake down the counselors for the AP scores.

I've finished the hat; once I'm more presentable, I'll try and get a shot of me wearing it off the digital camera. I have 6-8 pattern reps (24-32 rows) left on the shawl, not counting two rows of crocheted edging; hopefully I'll manage to finish it today or tomorrow on the bus home. Is there an actual yarn store in Houston anywhere? It's a large enough city, there's got to be at least one; the yarn selections at Mickey's, Avocation Atrium, and the chain fabric stores are all embarrassingly small. Of course, with my luck, it's in Clear Lake or someplace equally difficult to get to.

UPS's tracking system claims I should be getting the box of beads today, so there's another project to work on. In addition, I also need to finish writing Saturday's ritual (and e-mail copies to my other reader/s), pick up my share of the items for the ritual, get a little further in writing plot for the GURPS game (which meets this Wednesday), and figure out when the heck I'm going to manage to do this week's grocery shopping.

Maybe I should just go take a warm bath instead . . .

Well, that was unpleasant

As those who made it to Bagels are already aware, I was down for the count yesterday. ( Details behind the cut )

So I've recovered enough that I'm going to plan on going to the meeting tomorrow, even though I still don't really know where/when it is; I'm going to the school to pick up my keys first, and hopefully get a chance to find the old e-mail on my computer. While I'm there, assuming that I don't discover that I'm way late for the meeting (I think we weren't scheduled until after lunch), I'll shake down the counselors for the AP scores.

I've finished the hat; once I'm more presentable, I'll try and get a shot of me wearing it off the digital camera. I have 6-8 pattern reps (24-32 rows) left on the shawl, not counting two rows of crocheted edging; hopefully I'll manage to finish it today or tomorrow on the bus home. Is there an actual yarn store in Houston anywhere? It's a large enough city, there's got to be at least one; the yarn selections at Mickey's, Avocation Atrium, and the chain fabric stores are all embarrassingly small. Of course, with my luck, it's in Clear Lake or someplace equally difficult to get to.

UPS's tracking system claims I should be getting the box of beads today, so there's another project to work on. In addition, I also need to finish writing Saturday's ritual (and e-mail copies to my other reader/s), pick up my share of the items for the ritual, get a little further in writing plot for the GURPS game (which meets this Wednesday), and figure out when the heck I'm going to manage to do this week's grocery shopping.

Maybe I should just go take a warm bath instead . . .

Pardon me while I fibergeek-out for a moment . . .

Oh, my gods.

I so have to make me one of these!

Preferably in purple . . . or maybe a varigated blue and white . . .

Yowza!

Pardon me while I fibergeek-out for a moment . . .

Oh, my gods.

I so have to make me one of these!

Preferably in purple . . . or maybe a varigated blue and white . . .

Yowza!

W00t! Beads!

The UPS guy didn't knock when he delivered the beads. I checked that door at 2 pm; Spouse came home at 4:30 and found the box at the door. I don't mind them leaving the box at the door (or, better, in the Harry closet), but I do wish they'd knock.

Ah, but here they are! I am having somewhat less of my usual draconic urge to dump them in a pile on the floor and curl up on them, probably because about half of these are glass rather than gemstone strands, and a non-trivial proportion of the gem strands are freshwater pearls, which are very pretty but not so good for nesting on. This is much more a run-fingers-through-and-cackle-wildly set, here.

Speaking of the freshwater pearls, I bought a set of 10 randomly-picked strands of cheap dyed pearls because they were on sale and I had a mad idea about trying to recreate a necklace I saw in a magazine once. I don't quite have the right color/size combinations to do that necklace, but I can try something close. I may also do something close to a traditional strand of pearls with one set of sort of champagne-colored ones. That leaves about five strands, though, that I'm going to have to figure out what I want to do with . . . not that I need to figure that out immediately, of course.

I have a set of five rainbow fluorite short points, which are going to become part of something else, and a set of five bear-claws in what were supposed to be random semi-precious stones but which turned out to be four red jaspers and one snowflake obsidian. (At least it'll be symmetrical.) And, of course, 16 inches of quartz points; just add spacers. That one I can probably do during the day on Wednesday.

I bought a number of glass beads in leaf and flower shapes with gold and/or aurora finishes in order to do an autumn necklace. The colors are darker in person than they were in the catalog; I may have to go back and order some gold or yellow seed beads to brighten the piece up. Think, think . . . on the other hand, that raises the cost of the piece over the ready-made catalog piece that inspired it. :(

Hmm, hmmm . . . off to add to my Hoard now . . .

No pity, no shame, no silence

This is incredibly powerful. I've had it pop up on my friends list twice today, from two different circles. I'm passing it on, in case anyone else hasn't seen it.

I'm Jennifer. I'm a survivor of domestic violence, and a friend, a cousin, a niece, and a teacher to survivors of sexual violence.

No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

So Mote It Be!

W00t! Beads!

The UPS guy didn't knock when he delivered the beads. I checked that door at 2 pm; Spouse came home at 4:30 and found the box at the door. I don't mind them leaving the box at the door (or, better, in the Harry closet), but I do wish they'd knock.

Ah, but here they are! I am having somewhat less of my usual draconic urge to dump them in a pile on the floor and curl up on them, probably because about half of these are glass rather than gemstone strands, and a non-trivial proportion of the gem strands are freshwater pearls, which are very pretty but not so good for nesting on. This is much more a run-fingers-through-and-cackle-wildly set, here.

Speaking of the freshwater pearls, I bought a set of 10 randomly-picked strands of cheap dyed pearls because they were on sale and I had a mad idea about trying to recreate a necklace I saw in a magazine once. I don't quite have the right color/size combinations to do that necklace, but I can try something close. I may also do something close to a traditional strand of pearls with one set of sort of champagne-colored ones. That leaves about five strands, though, that I'm going to have to figure out what I want to do with . . . not that I need to figure that out immediately, of course.

I have a set of five rainbow fluorite short points, which are going to become part of something else, and a set of five bear-claws in what were supposed to be random semi-precious stones but which turned out to be four red jaspers and one snowflake obsidian. (At least it'll be symmetrical.) And, of course, 16 inches of quartz points; just add spacers. That one I can probably do during the day on Wednesday.

I bought a number of glass beads in leaf and flower shapes with gold and/or aurora finishes in order to do an autumn necklace. The colors are darker in person than they were in the catalog; I may have to go back and order some gold or yellow seed beads to brighten the piece up. Think, think . . . on the other hand, that raises the cost of the piece over the ready-made catalog piece that inspired it. :(

Hmm, hmmm . . . off to add to my Hoard now . . .

No pity, no shame, no silence

This is incredibly powerful. I've had it pop up on my friends list twice today, from two different circles. I'm passing it on, in case anyone else hasn't seen it.

I'm Jennifer. I'm a survivor of domestic violence, and a friend, a cousin, a niece, and a teacher to survivors of sexual violence.

No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

So Mote It Be!