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there are still some design issues I want to address, but it’s good enough for now.

…surfing the internet, taking random quizzes:

To distract you from the lack of content, here is another picture of me from my childhood, this time from my 3rd birthday, I believe:

One of my earliest memories was dancing to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. I loved that cassette, but until my parents brought old photos when they came to visit this past weekend I didn’t remember how much I must’ve loved Michael Jackson.

That’s exactly what it looks like – the cake for my 6th birthday was decorated with (pre-surgeried) Michael Jackson’s face. You can see how excited I was by this, and my brother is practically swooning with jealousy, after all, for one of his birthdays all he got was Spiderman. How mundane.

Yeah, I grew up to be a Michael Jackson fan.  What’s it to you?

my friend jess took up knitting last month. soon we knitters will take over the world!!

sadly she is blogless. if i get my way, that will change soon.

mwa hahahahaaaa….

my bestie and her husband leave today, back to the cold wilds of boston. I am filled with much sadness that they are leaving, tho we had a great time this week. What did we do?

• we exchanged presents
• we napped
• we went to movies and chinese food
• we went wine tasting
• i got a second degree burn from the bathroom radiator
• we drove over bridges
• we napped
• we saw tall trees
• veronique brought 3 pairs of shoes but wore my clogs the entire time
• we went wine tasting
• we made cheesy poufs
• veronique and will napped
• veronique napped some more
• we got mud baths, mineral baths, and massages
• we napped
• we had chocolate

All in all, a good week. Now, back to work. *sigh*

i finished the mitts i was working on.

i..uh..chose to use two different colors. Yeah, chose. that’s right.

we basked in the glow of the led lights on the ficus tree and opened presents.  Here we are posing with our pressies:

stolen shamelessly from veronique’s blog

We made mince pies, and bagels, and challah french toast.  Then we napped. For a long time.  We went to a traditional christmas dinner of chinese food, and we are off to the movies.  Happy Chanumasalia!

“It is customary amongst the German ladies to have at hand some light piece of work, with which they can at any time be employed…they consider their knitting or netting needles an indispensable accompaniment. And there appears to be a charm in the occupation that promotes rather than impedes conversation.

Our American ladies will doubtless find the custom one worthy of imitation. Many an hour which would pass tediously if they were forced to find topics of conversation, may be whiled pleasantly and profitably away, by the assistance of some agreeable employment, which interests without engrossing the attention.”

A Winter Gift for Ladies, being Instructions in Knitting, Netting and Crotchet Work, Containing the Newest and Most Fashionable Patterns, revised and enlarged by an American lady. Philadelphia: G.B. Zeiber & Co., 1848

My friend Nina sent me a link to an Antique Pattern Library, a project to scan and post on the Internet needlework patterns that are in the public domain. It’s pretty cool, and always a treat to read about the problems of American ladies 160 years ago. Oh, the horror! Being forced to carry a conversation! Which must be why I knit, to avoid talking. Cause me, I hate the talk.

Speaking of the talk, I apologize for the last post. I thought I had posted about that hat previously, about how I was at my bestie’s house in October, how she had started a hat for her husband, but put it down once she got carpal tunnels, and I volunteered to finish it in exchange for the needles it was on, Addi Turbos (lust!). How I finished it, and I got the Addi Turbos in barter for Will’s hat.

hello, my nose is pink. to match my glasses.

Will then sent me pictures of the hat “in action.” I wanted to get all creative about finding the hat in the wild, which didn’t quite work. Can I blame the writing craziness and incoherency on MBA app stress? I believe I can.

While on a jaunt in the woods, something flashed before my eyes.  Not my life, but a rare vision, or so I thought.  “Could it be?” I thought to myself.  “Surely, no!” my interior monologue continued.  “*Gasp* What else could it be?” the little voice wondered.  The addibarterhat, in the wild! Gallivanting among the trees, dancing with the woodsprites, whispering to the wind.   And then, just like that, it stopped.  It found its mate, and it was tamed.

freewheelin’, until it was humanized

And now it snuggles cozily under the covers, accepting food and being petted, in its adopted home.

Due to all of the organization, logistics, and networking I do for the should-really-be-weekly Buffy superstah! club, I have officially been appointed the President. I am studiously ignoring the resounding cries of “duh!” and “dorkwad.”