Wednesday, October 18, 2006
This morning I met with a Rabbi. We had a strange, rambling discussion. I'm still not quite sure what was said. I suppose that's Theology at it's best.
“We worship not the Graces, nor the Parcae, but Fashion. She spins and weaves and cuts with full authority. The head monkey at Paris puts on a traveler's cap, and all the monkeys in America do the same.”
~ Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
I then went home and slept for 3 hours. Upon waking, I realised I had to go to Homework Club tonight. Emmos and I volunteer with a group organized by St Vincent de Paul that tutors underpriviledged children every Wednesday night (did I get that all correct, Emmos?). Whilst there, I managed NOT to kill one particularly difficult teenage boy (soooo close, that was) and help a couple with their homework. Though, by the end of the session I was ready to start banging my head against the wall. I managed not to, as it might have scared the children.
Anyway. In a roundabout way, Emmos drove me home. I then nagged my Dad to make some for of dinner for me. Yes, I am lazy. But, in my defense I had a headache. I did help him make it, too. But, I figured it was better to involve him so that both he and my brother (who I just caught brushing his teeth while wearing the cap I made him... okaaay) would eat at a reasonable hour.
After dinner, I sat down with D's faux-gansey and started Project Runway. Hmm. I'm not surprised by who won. I was a bit disappointed with Michael's work. I was really impressed with Laura's collection, and I thought she did manage to offer a wider range of looks. Uli's work was great, but not my thing. Jeffrey, well, yes it was gorgeous and I think he definitely earned him win. Congrats to him.
Still, I wouldn't mind having one of Laura's gowns for an evening...
By half an hour ago, this is how far I'd gotten on the faux-gansey and preparing for the tutorial's photo-shoot (oohlala), to take place tomorrow:
Past the arm marks and onto the 'complex' knit & purl designs. Woohoo :D
I also wound a ball of my hand-dyed yarn for the Socktoberfest tute. I think I have enough for a child's pair of sox. So, guess that D will also be getting with his faux-gansey? Yep, you guessed it: socks. I hope he likes fire colours... If not, all I ask is that my sister and K wrestle him into them long enough for a picture. Really, that's all. One picture would make me happy. I promise.
Anyway. Yeah. Tired.
Email inbox too full...
And not getting any emptier. Bleh. Spammers suck. So do mailing lists. I need to get onto training those monkeys.