Yarn porn!
As promised, I have a couple of photos.
I planned on having more, but it seems that I've lost my camera-fu, and with it the ability to take a photo that isn't juuuuust a fraction blurry and only fit to be discarded.
Knitty city tempted me like a harlot. It was only 3 blocks from my hotel, and the lovely people working there were so lovely that I made more than one trip. I staged this photo, which I think many knitters will appreciate the sentiment in.
That "come to bed with me" look that only sexy yarn can give
That bag was from visit one. By the time I got home and unpacked, I was left with this lovely pile of goodies:
Even though OH had been there and witnessed the large amounts of S.E.X. I had been having, there was still a bit of an effort expended in getting my inner knitter not to shout out "Oh, this old yarn? I've had that for ages!"
I like my stash. I really do. It's not the largest stash in the world by any stretch of the imagination. It's not even the largest stash in Belfast. The main problem with yarn is not the weight, it's the mass. Even the lightest, fluffiest alpaca ends up demanding an en-suite bathroom and a bigger tv after a while. Every time I even fondle yarn - even my own stash yarn - the sheer volume that even a few kilos creates both surprises and scares me. "A few" being the technical term for any amount of yarn that isn't actually enough to open a store with.
In one of those bizarre turns, as I wrote the paragraph above, the light in the house completely faded, and it was only when I turned on the lights, that I realised
IT'S SNOWING!!!
Not enough for anything resembling snowballs, but still! I feel suddenly that all my shivering and sticking to the electric fire is justified.
I'll attempt to take photos, but I can barely feel my fingers right now, so even if I manage to hold the camera, it may look like I was trying to break the world jumping jack record.
Seeing as I've been naughty today - nothing new there really - I should get some actual work done. The morning was mostly spend moaning about the weather and wrestling with MS Word. On the plus side, the wedding invitations are now ready to print, as template, font and exact wording and placement of words has been decided. They are not printing, however, as the printer doesn't like the lovely paper that I bought. Typical. I should really give the printer a name that reflects its personality - fickle, whining, and adament that it needs more paper and/or ink when there is clearly plenty left.
Best suggestion for a name in the comments gets a prize!
Funny stories attached to suggested names are encouraged :)
Back to spreadsheets so. Urgh...
11 comments:
Oh demon of doom and running out of ink just when I cannot get to the store and have a paper due. I name thee... Scrapula the impotent and inkless
Her name is Sue. In our office, Sue is infuriating enough to make an entire office full of people want to quit. She yammers on about unimportant things, throws people under the bus, and blames everyone for anything going poorly.
Ah, memories of lying on my living room floor, laughing so I don't cry, at my botched 5th attempt to print on the paper that no printer likes (even the swizy big one at work) for my mass booklets... 3 days before the wedding. The joy. The pain. Good luck. Oh yeah, the booklets got done on plain paper.
The printer sounds an awful lot like someone I worked with whom we called "Hypo." She was a whiny, self-depreciating, hypersensitive hypochondriac. and she sat in the cubicle behind me. *sigh*
And on the subject of printing wedding paraphenilia....the day of mine I was up at 6am with my mom trying to fix the place cards because the printer had decided to eliminate certain guests' names.
Even though Miss V suggested Ponyboy, I think you should name it Hairy Moley Man ;)
I got a name - not sure if you REALLY want to curse all the time but there is a guy I love to call SomeDumbF**k. It seems that everytime I’m with people who know him and I say something like “Do you know what SomeDumbF**k” said yesterday?” they all know who I’m speaking of…
BTW - nice ploy to get me to look - kudos to ya!
A Guy
Call it the General. I have a co-worker at work that is hard to work with sometimes and he is an army man. We call him the General. He's always barking orders and then while we're working he's on the internet checking his mail. General can be degrading, stubborn, deaf ( a lot!), and when he gets called on for something he did wrong he plays innocent! I hate him sometimes!
Joan, for Joan Crawford of "No wire hangers!" fame. Hollywood diva of notoriously uncertain and demanding temper.
I had two ex-co-workers that were dumb as bricks. Didn't pay attention, didn't listen, annoying as hell and really didn't care as far as I could tell. I had just watched Alice in Wonderfland when I saw Twiddledee and Twiddledumb. The names matched these 2 so well it was all I could do to not call it to their faces. Oh, and I got everyone else in the office to start referring to them that way before I left. That's how good a fit the names were for them.
Hmmmm.... I think you should name it....the "No-Printinator" No reason, I just thought it sounded funny :-)
Princess Teacup.
Princess Teacup can't possibly eat an entire muffin. She must cut it into four equal slices and save the other 3 quarters for breakfasts for the rest of the week.
Princess Teacup can't drink caffeine. She can't drink milk either. So, she orders her decaf chai tea with just a teaspoon of real cinnamon and warm water. Not too hot, please.
Princess Teacup gained two whole pounds over the holidays. Now her weight is in the triple digits. She must cut back on those quarter muffins and eat a tablespoon of oatmeal instead.
Oh, no, oatmeal is so filling, she says. May I have the rest to-go?
Princess Teacup will also not lift her feet when she walks (shuffle shuffle) and will only use miniature sized staples, pens, paperclips and other office supplies.
Maybe Princess Printer? Because your printer is just too sweet to actually work for you when you need it. :)
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