Ran out to the craft store today for a button and some needles and thread. Everything was on sale. I went insane. Good news is, I think I've got everything I need to make all the Christmas presents I want to make.
Bad news is, I bought more lace/crochet cotton. Because nine miles of it isn't enough. I swear it's an addiction. Then I came home and shopped at Lacis. Somehow that's Alwen's fault. Not quite sure how.
Among other things, for Christmas I am trying to put together a dress-up box for the Goober. And today they were running a 50% off sale on feather boas. So I got a couple. Every little girl needs some feather boas, right? One is screaming pink and the other is white with strings of glittery mylar.
So I'm drifting around the store buying stuff I don't need, and there are two men shopping for uphoulstery fabric who see the feather boas over my arm and start speculating over what I'm going to do with them. And one says "Well that magenta is the WRONG color for her." and I couldn't stop laughing. So I explained it was for my two year old daughter to play dress up with. And the men agreed that oh yes, it would be PERFECT for her, because "two year olds know how to work it".
Now there are feathers drifting around my office. Argh.
In the random category... There are some of you out there who are... entertained... by how my brain jumps around. The real problem, far as I can tell, is that I don't understand how to separate subjects. For me it's all one BIG subject (that I usually lump into 'history'). For instance, at the moment I'm reading "The Grammar of Architecture" (oh, that's the other problem - curious about everything). In this book supposedly on architecture, I have learned about Egyptian geology, hordes of engineering stuff, Babylonian mysticism, astrology, Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, Japanese and Chinese city planning, gardening... shall I go on? All is one. One is all.
Pass the bong.
And for the Goober addicts among you:
The husbeast's been letting her play with the camera again.
Oh, and the husbeast has just informed me that tropical storm Fay should be at my house by Thursday. With the storm tracking accuracy lately, I'm not holding my breath.