No, I need to run out and get my haircut as soon as this post is up. How did it come to pass that the time has already arrived? The first car is dead (again) (I told that mechanic that if I had to come back with a dead battery that I would be very angry, and yet...). Fortunately, we kept the second car because SEPTA is out on strike and the poor dude was stranded about 30 blocks shy of his office this morning (where the suburban vehicles become city vehicles). And he only thought of getting a cab after someone else arrived at work in a hired car. So, all those other things I meant to get done today before I went out to the hair dresser? A little bit undone. But I did vote.
Phew. Thank you for all the kind words about the pooch and the "cleaner" craft room. I wonder what other treasures lie buried in there. (Because I'm a long way from done.) I doubt it will be hand addressed envelopes that I unearth next. (Coni, I use labels. And a xeroxed holiday letter.)
Here's what the innernets has for us:
- For people of a certain age.I like this, and you may recall that I recently bought some things from chez sucre chez. But how tired tired tired am I about the idea that cross-stitch is always twee? Yes, if you go to Michaels, Joanns, and Hobby Lobby, you’re going to see twee things. There’s more to the stitching life! Get your ass in a cross-stitch store.
- Celebrity face in cross-stitch, # 324 in a series. What is it that drives grown women to cross-stitch a strange man’s face? (By which I mean the face of a man she’s not related to. I mean, is the celebrity crush about to offer sex in exchange for hundreds if not thousands of hours of cross-stitching?) (Though I kind of mean—eek!—look at Engelbert Humperdink’s face.)
- More celebrity yadda yadda. Does it even look like Robert Pattinson?
- More evidence that boys get all the attention.