Thursday, November 22, 2007

Giving Thanks

Okay, so there is much to talk about on this Turkey Day.
Things I give thanks for: Yarn from my mummy's boss. She used to knit alot and said she was never going to use this.Beyond yummy yarn.
I am also thankful for scarves made out of said yummy yarn:

Also thank you Lime N' Violet (most awesome podcasters) for keeping me sane (or insane) this past week. Hold my monkeyAlso thank you Mrs. Hairdresser for making my hair peeeerty for yearbook pictures (hair shown above)

Thank you brain for finally realizing that a make1 and a YO are DIFFERENT. Sure, it was a little late, but still, thanks for the knowledge

the bottom part is where I was doing make1's. The pattern is Branching Out from Knitty.
Thank you Ravelry for showing me theSeraphina Shawl pattern that I have fallen in love with. I see a future gift for my grandmother.
Thanks to my synaguage for making a Chanukah Boutique even though I sold practically nothing (okay like 6 things). But still, it was sorta fun.

Turns out that I had no reason to freak out. I now have surplus so I'm considering opening up an etsy shop.
Thank you Macy's for a wonderful Thanksgiving Day Parade. The crowd was so packed that I could barely breathe, but it was a lot of fun.
Thank you God for my family, my education, my stash, and for turkey. It was delicious (the turkey, I mean...well I guess also the stash).

Happy Turkey Day

Monday, November 12, 2007

counting down...

So... the Boutique is in 3 days...65 hours. Minus around 20 hours(roughly) of sleeping. Minus 7 hours of school times 3= 21 hours. Minus hours getting ready in the morning = 3 hours. Minus eating dinner= roughly 2 hours. Minus the amount of time I ride on the bus to a from school = about 3 hours total. Minus my gossip girl fix= 1 hour. That leaves me with... 15 hours!!! That's it! That's all the time I have left. that's like 2-3 scarves, or 3-4 hats. That's nothing.
As you can tell, I am soooo not ready. I'm also having mini freakouts because of the amount responsibilities I took on this year. I made a list of things to do... and I lost it. So now I don't know what to do.Therefore, I blog. I mean it's only close to 1AM. So what if I'm getting up at 6:45 AM. So what if I fail my test tommorow because I didn't write notes in that class. I'll just have more mini-freakouts. It's all good. Basically.. stress=woah. Senior year is not looking so fun from this angle. I just got to keep trudging to the second half (AKA= lazy) of senior year. And now I'm going to sleep.


Sunday, November 4, 2007

Hand Pains - 11 days left

So for the past 2 weeks my computer has been slowly dying. It started with a few innocent pop-ups. Then the internet got slower. Eventually the internet froze over like a lake in January. This leaves me with a lot of free time. So I was good girl and studied for my psychology test... okay, so I haven't cracked open the book. But the Chanukah Boutique is in less than 2 weeks! I honestly don't know how I'll be ready. I'm not going to say the running count of hats and scarves because the number is embarrasingly small. So today I worked on 3 seperate scarves and 2 hats. I also sewed in the ends on 4 projects. I was so proud of myself. And then on the last row of one particulary spectacular scarf my hand protested. Little winces of pain in my wrist. Grrrr. Since I have a large fear of carpal tunnel I put the scarf down. It's sitting on the chair next to me, tauntingly. I think this may be God's way ofsaying that I should get off my butt and study psychology... or the 300 vocab words I have to learn by Tuesday (I'm so not exagerating,I counted). Or He could be telling em that if I'm planning on studying in Israel next year, I should fill out some applications. So I'm taking a few hours break from crocheting, but of course instead of studying I'm writing (on the family's computer because, if you recall, mine is terminal). I'm am also itching to make myself some socks... and finish up my granny blanket, and make a hat or scarf for ME! but of course nothing is going to get done until I finish the things for the boutique. Oh woe, is the life of a crocheter.