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Today my friend and I (my friend and me?) drove three hours and across two states to Trader Joe’s. Where I bought a boatload of stuff. Because I was stocking up. And when I checked out, my credit card was declined. Now, obviously, my card was not maxed out because while I buy too much yarn, I don’t buy *that* much yarn.

So the helpful TJ’s girl says, you can use our phone and call the cc company–maybe it’s because it’s such a huge amount–so I call them, and the automatic thing tells me there’s a suspicious charge at Trader Joe’s. So I speak to a person. Thanks to their GAYTARDED fraud protection bullshit, because I was in a different state–oooh! three hours away from my home!!!–and it was several hundred dollars, they flagged it as fraud and declined my card!

So then I had to answer eleventy-billion security questions, and explain where I was,  and when I was returning home (um, this afternoon, assholes?), and then they authorized the sale.

Beyond ridiculous. Tied up the cashier’s lane, tied up the phone–was really somewhat embarrassing to have the card declined. And cc company says, well, next time you go out of state, you should let us know if you’re going to use the card. What the fuck? It’s a fucking credit card!!! The purpose of which is to BUY shit. Asshats.


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May 2009: Road Trip to Woodstock, CT.

In which I discovered that my Grandmother, the only grandparent I knew, had a little of the crafty going. Apparently I inherited my crazy-ass color sense from her. Or lack of.

I know! It hurts the eyes.

Promptly upon returning from said incident free road trip, in which there was lots of driving, which is why it was a road trip, my poor little car was creamed by a City of Buffalo garbage truck. While it was parked. Motherfuckers. God that was annoying.

And then there were …


And that just about killed June.

There seems to have been some intent to weave and knit:

Chubs relaxing on the Feather n’ Fan Comfort Shawl, of handspun wool/mohair, navajo plied. It’s in a bag somewhere. Languishing. Unfinished. It’s going to be a large and lovely shawl, but I hates me the feather and fan. And on the loom is some extremely crappy yet strangely attractive acrylic crap. Still awaiting a fringe.

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Huh. The Year in Review.

You know, it seems like I’m always working on something–knitting or cross stitch or something. But I cannot recall more than one or two items from the past year. Let’s review.

January/February 2009:
I guess I cast on for a modified Kimono Shawl from Folk Shawls. Ah. Yes. Here it is. It remains about half-way finished. I’d like to get back to it.

And then there was ohs homework, dying and knitting a cowl, “in the woolen fashion.” Yeah. That took a chunk of time.

It looks like there was a basket making workshop, where we made a fabulous backpack basket. This I actually finished. Because it was in a class. So I finished it.

Looks like there’s a little sock on the needles hiding in the corner there.

Oh, and we went to see the Daily Show in New York for my birthday.

March/April 2009:

For my birthday I bought Kauni yarn and cast on for the Kauni Cardigan. As is my usual MO, I got to the point of splitting for the sleeves and became frozen with indecision–how long? How long should a cardigan be? It remains a sad, but colorful, sleeveless tube.

Really should get back to that one as well.

There was a Silk Fusion class at the Weavers’ Guild of Buffalo–this was supposed to be a journal cover. Or something. It could be chopped up into bookmarks. Not even sure where it is at this point …

There were more workshops: Kathryn Alexander and Robyn Spady. And some weaving:

There was a trip out West in March:

There was a trip to New York in April:

Uppper West Side. Where we found Ethiopian on Easter Sunday.

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Almost typical exchange I have to endure from time to time:

Well Meaning Person: Oh, Are you on chemo?

Me, Always Shocked by the Amount of Tact Lacking in Ms. Joe Public: Um, No.

This is the part where I should just stop. Just stop and wait for whatever the fuck this person can say now, after opening up this almost literally* deadly can of worms. But I always continue, with either an explanation of The Truth, or as for today, just, no, I just keep my hair real short. No muss; No fuss!

Now, let’s discuss. I know you are a Well Meaning Person, but is this really any of your business? Let’s say I am on chemo. Do you think I really might want to discuss my private medical situation with a complete stranger? Maybe I’m having a bad day, and facing death right in the face, because you know, I might be on chemo, do you think I want to discuss it? Maybe I should just burst into tears right on you. And tell you my prognosis is two weeks, if I’m lucky.

Why, why, why, oh Well Meaning Person, would you address what must be such a Sensitive Topic with a Complete Stranger, in a Public Place?

The best part of these impromptu little conversations, is that the Well Meaning Person always feels if not bad, at least awkward, and as for me? Thank you so very much for reminding me of the personal demons I have wrestled since I was a child of  eight, or even further back,  if you want to go all technical and bring up the teddy bear whose fur I pulled out as a child of two. And thanks for reminding me that I have no hair, and that I wear a bandanna and stand out if not as a freak, than at least as a person who has no hair. Because you know what? I have to face myself each and every day in the mirror.

And you know what else? No freak there.  Because I am not my hair. Say it with me now. I. Am. Not. My Hair. I am happy. I am healthy. I am smart and funny and talented and clever.  I have a butt-load of friends who respect me, and adore me, and want to be with me, and who miss me when I’m gone, and who are not ashamed of me, and oh, something else? I’m not ashamed of me either.

I grew up believing I was ugly and unlovable. Freak-like, if you will. And I met the best man ever, a true Renaissance Man, who is smart and funny and talented and clever as well, and he  loves me for me, because I am not my hair.


* Almost Literally:

Because they brought up Cancer, and because I just might kill them.


Well, that was a rant.

But my favorite typical exchange is this:

Well Meaning Person: Are you on chemo/in recovery?

Me, Always Shocked by the Amount of Tact Lacking in Ms. Joe Public:

Why yes. Yes I am. From Heroin.



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My Dear Sweet Toadie Kitty Pup.

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A Summary?

It just takes too much effort.

In sum:

Knitting: Finished ‘Wing o’ the Moth’. It came out real good. Pics on flickr. Photo shoot on Dad’s boat. Which resulted in a bent camera.  At least I didn’t drop it in the Bay. It only fell out of my pocket. I should learn how to get pics from flickr to the blog.

Now knitting on many different things, trying to find a groove.

Cross Stitch: Jamming along (as fast as one can jam) on the monster counted cross stitch. The thing is going to be so much a piece of art that I’ve already reserved Over the Mantle Status for it.

Weaving: There is a project on the Monster Loom, utilizing (I hate when people say utilizing when using works just as well) all eight shafts. At five inches wide, but thirty picks per inch, it’s not been touched in a week.

Today I blorped around, trying to find something to do. I ended up reading, and loading really old pics onto Ravelry. And divied up some fiber for a natural dye get together on Sunday. Oh, and I blogged. Happy?

Goals for Tomorrow:

o Work at Knot by Knot. Have you noticed how many oriental rugs are in BSG?

o Review my stash of Interweave Knits for anything relevant to a research paper on the Lendrum.

o Clean the kitchen.

o Be accountable. Funny, I know.

Exciting, mais non?

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Inspired by Heidi and her one object in 30 days project, I was entrusted with the care of Becky’s Chick. We were off for some fun in the Big City!

Here we go!


At first we thought The Chick would have to fly steerage as we were too cheap (get it?) to pony up for a seat assignment.


However, we managed to get all strapped in before takeoff.


Reviewing the Safety Information Card because really, you never know when you might end up ditching in the Hudson.


What is Captain Sulley’s favorite drink?

Two shots of Grey Goose and a splash of water.

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