Friday, March 30, 2007

On the Devil, Hell, and also, My Birthday.

So, it has come to my attention, in the three weeks I have been an Evil Minion, that I am not being payed enough to pretend I don't work in Hell, and Wal-Mart isn't the Devil. Aside from that little detail, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. My co-Minions are generally likeable, nice people. My superior-minions are accomodating with my needs for days off, and not being able to work evenings for the next two months, and are also generally nice people. And so far, I haven't gotten in trouble for spending customer-free time gossiping with other cashiers, probably because my superior-minions are also gossiping. Could be worse.

On to the subject of my Birthday. Today I had to show a co-worker my driver's license to to prove I would be the age I am about to be. I'm deciding it's a good thing. And serendipitously, The local Ballroom Dance night will be a week early in April, thereby falling exactly on the Saturday (april 7th) that is my Birthday, and not on the next Saturday, which is another dancer's birthday dancing bash. I'm planning to take some workshops on cha-cha and foxtrot in the afternoon, and then dance all night.

Now, because it is my birthday, and I get to dance all day, I thought I would treat myself to a nice dress, as a birthday present. It's been many years since I was actually given something I wanted for my birthday and, well, I'm still living with that hairbag. This year is proving to be slightly different, with the Lovely package my SP sent me. Unfortunately it seems damn near impossible to get a $*%@ing dress in this town. I've checked almost every store in this town, except for the salvation army (which is horrible in Nelson). I found two that Might do. One is $100 over my budget, and I don't really know If I like the other one. Might have to be a shirt and skirt again.

Also, I think Virgin mobile should change it's name, because their system is Royally screwed.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Fresh new SP

got my first package from my Sp today, and let me tell you, I am up in a tizzy about it. Got the new IK, some really yummy espresso truffles, awesomely hand-dyed opal sock yarn, AND, get this, Hunza apricots. I'm just ass-over-teakettle for them too. Really, Really yummy. Obviously my Pal lives in england (hard to get these in north america from what I hear) and she has (per my suggestion) Taken great pains to conceal her address and name, so I still know not who she is. it's a mystery! Behold, photographic proof :

Oh, and how could I forget.... Aren't they just Fetching?

(yes those are my feet, you try taking a photograph of both your hands by yourself and tell me how it turns out. I think Reese witherspoon can, but sadly my chin is nowhere near as pointy as hers, and wouldn't push the button.)

Friday, March 23, 2007


So here is the culmination (minus edible things) from the interweave spin swap that was held jan-feb-marchish. My pal was Lilith in Scotland (how cool is that?). We have some really nice cashmere/silk, which is oh so soft and pretty. Then a handspun-hat kit of two yarns, moorit sheep's wool, and the white 50/50 angora/lamb. She also sent two bundles of shetland roving for me to spin up, in my desire for something scottish. And I already started spinning the moorit one.

Dime for scale :

Swallowtail Shawl - FO

Here is my version of the Swallowtail Shawl from Ik, It's knit from handspun alpaca (Saints Alpacas). Forgot to write down the yardage of the skeins before I wound them into balls, oh well. Put it in the mail yesterday, as it was payment for all the lovely fleeces Leanne sent me. I'm getting a little tired of putting such labour-intensive things in the mail though. Somehow the difference in price between standard shipping (1 week) and express (2 days) is 53 cents. Don't ask me why, this just seems odd. Here is the shawl, completed and unblocked :

Here it is blocking. I had to fold it in half because there was no free surface large enough to block it spread-eagle.

And finally, I enlisted the rather dubious photographic skills of my mother, in a desperate bid to actually record something before I sent it out.

And, so garbed, I set out for my final waltz class.