but I swept this floor last week-- why isn't it still clean?

[thanate]

This week has been an accumulation of minor domestic fail. Rather like (and definitely including) dust bunnies.

Monday began with an attempt to take out the evil plants before they make more evil plants, but only got about 3/4 of the way through the worst patch. In the process, I got help from the well-meaning older man who lives in the house behind ours, who later came back and cut down the small (I think mulberry) tree I'd just pulled all the vines off of. I also managed to get poison ivy on my gardening gloves and transfer it to my cheek.

Being still somewhat sore from Monday, about all I did Tuesday was post a tutorial to Craftster. (astormorray-- I can make you one if you like, but I'm not sure what I'd ask for in exchange. Or maybe I'll send you a base and make you cut up your own dowels? Is that mean?) Oh, and I did manage to wash all the poison ivy oils off effectively enough that the rash on my face is almost gone now, which is an improvement over last time. And then I discovered that I couldn't place holds on books, since I'd forgotten the PIN for my library card.

Yesterday I swapped grauwulf over to my car insurance, which lowered our combined rates by a rather crazy amount. Then I went to the library and wrote (also good) and learned that the reason I couldn't remember my PIN was that I'd given them the wrong last digit when I signed up for it. Then we went out for dinner and new telephones (since grauwulf's has decided never to turn on again, after spending several days randomizing languages, and my poor Razr was falling apart) and I did not remember until nearly an hour after we'd returned that there was still laundry on the clothes line that we'd passed in the dark. It's still sitting in the basket in the dining room...

The energizer bunny ants are still out in force, happily eating my increasingly-poisoned sugar and the commercial poison and REFUSING TO DIE. At least the other colony has died or left, so I have the counter back, and it's just the splashplate behind the sink that's infested.

But after starting the morning by getting lost on the way to get blood drawn (fasting, of course) and then and hour in the (mercifully TV-less) waiting room, and a rather long and frustrating time failing to get a decent (ie folksong midi) ringtone on my new phone, I discovered that a) the floor needed sweeping again (always) and when I went to lay out the fabric to make a jupon for grauwulf I had lost the paper with the measurements I needed to draw out the pattern. This, of course, was the cat's signal to start trying to catch and eat the fabric. So I gave up on that and sprayed a bottle and a half of herbicide on the vines that are attacking the storage building, and started flipping through my 1947 Better Homes & Gardens cookbook in search of dinner inspiration. Instead, I found the "table settings" section, and spent a while reading about what sort of china, table cloth, and napkins one ought to use for what meals. I'm actually a little confused about what the target demographic for the cookbook *was* but maybe it's just that I don't really have as good an understanding of the social norms of my grandmother's generation as I might think I do. Hard to say.

So... dinner happened, I've found my measurements again, the phone is currently turned to vibrate only and grauwulf is working on converting audio files to accepted formats for me, I've ordered far too many books (both from the library and to keep) and a few other nice things have happened, so the world is only very vaguely disappointing, but I think tomorrow is going to have to involve more sleep, and more plant death. And saturday we're going to Coronation, so that shouldn't have to involve domesticity at all.

Comments

[astormorray.livejournal.com]

If you would do the base for me, that would be awesome. I can handle dowel rods. I mean, I could do it all myself. It's just the drilling things at an angle thing that bothers me. I'm not that comfortable with the drill.

I'm formulating the idea for a lacy woven scarf. If the prototype looks nice, I could send that in exchange. :D I don't need more scarves, but I want to see what it looks like outside my head. It's probably going to be tealish-green.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

And here I thought the drilling holes part was the fun bit, and the cutting the dowels tedious and wrist intensive. Would you like a flat base, or a hook to hang it up from?

(and come to think of it, I'll bet you'd be able to come up with some felting-sized bits of roving in different colors and things... which might, if nothing else, keep me from buying vast quantities at sheep & wool next year.)

[astormorray.livejournal.com]

oh, totally. How much is enough for felting?

[thanate.livejournal.com]

According to the kits I've seen, anywhere from 1/4 to 3/4 oz per color seems to be a standard starter size. I'll e-mail you about your desired thread rack specs... um, probably Sunday? (would do tonight, but my brain is starting to shut off already)