My Ambitious Project

I mentioned a few days ago that my friend Jules is having triplets. Well, as part of my shopping last Saturday, I went to the local woolen (yarn) shop and found some beautiful locally grown/spun baby yarn that I thought would be suitable for making 3 sets of baby gifts for my friend Jules. My hopes are that I will be able to make 3 sweaters, 3 hats, and 3 pairs of baby booties in the next couple of weeks – and have them done before the babies get here.

The colors I’ve chosen are violet, yellow, and a sort of grey petrol color to go along with another main color which is for the gender of the babies. None of these are what I would normally call “baby colors” despite the fact that they’re called baby yarn. They’re not pastels – by any chance of the imagination – which sort of amuses me. Mostly because in the US, for babies, we would always find the yarn in pastel baby pink/blue, pale (mint) green, pale (butter) yellow, light lavender, as well as white. Here the colors were the “trendier” ones, including fuscha pink, electric blue, black, petrol, bright violet, red, vivid sunshine yellow, turquoise, creme, taupe, and a few others that made it difficult to decide. In the end, I did choose colors that co-ordinated and we’ll see how the project goes.

At present, I’m thinking of modifying the following pattern – Baby Sleeper Set – for a baby “dress” that I’ve made several times – into a sort of genderless baby sweater to go over their clothes. I have made this baby pattern 3-4 times now (click here for a picture), and it crochets up relatively fast, and looks like it’ll be fairly easy to modify into a cardigan type top with ties. I think it’ll be cute with a little baby hat and booties – though I’m not sure I’ll do the booties that the pattern maker selected with the item – that’ll be based on now much yarn I have left.

Well, wish me luck, and we’ll see how it goes.

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I’m in Love with Jose.

Sorry folks, but I have to admit to something. I’ve been cheating. Yep. Last night, I went out to dinner and hooked up with Jose. We had a great time. The thing is, I’m not sure how to tell the Cap’n or the Club the news. I’m afraid they’d be jealous since they just don’t work for me anymore. I wasn’t quite as satisified with them as I was with Jose. Ahhh.. sometimes life sucks, especially when we have to hurt the ones we love.

*cracks up laughing* Ok Ok so no really, that’s as far as I can go to try and make it sound interesting. Really, it’s not that much.

I’ve had a migraine since Monday afternoon-ish, so I’ve been dosing up on the painkillers. After missing work Tuesday b/c I was so light sensitive, Tuesday night found me in a great Greek restaurant after dark enjoying shots of ouzo and the food of the gods. The Ouzo didn’t work, so I and then went home to try some Havana Club Rum – just to not feel the pain in my head. Only, it was still there. Wednesday had me taking more pain killers, and drinking 5 cups of coffee in hopes that the caffene would kill it. Nope, didn’t work.

Thursday (yesterday) had me with the painkillers and coffee combo. Nope, still didn’t work. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, I went out to a mexican dinner with a friend who’s just moved here from Norway, Scott. In the process of looking over the menu, and deciding upon chicken fajitas, I started thinking (ok salivating) for a decent margarita. Now, Scott, he says he doesn’t drink. Apparently I’m really good – because I ordered a large (two glasses) version of a strawberry margarita, made with my newest friend, Jose Cuervo. It was a bunch of slushy goodness – and yes, I got Scott to drink one too! After lining both glasses with salt and lime (the waitress thought I was strange), pouring out of the pitcher into my poor little 4 ounce glass and taking a few swallows, I was becoming a happy girl. My headache was dissipating like magic. By the end of the first glass, it was halfway gone. Near the end of the fajitas, I decided it was time for Mango. Yep, another small pitcher – and viola, headache is pretty well gone. No pressure, no pain, just a nice buzz from the alcohol, a shitload of giggles, and a really cool pyrotechnic display from the movie filming across the street.

Scott and I then proceeded to wander around for a bit laughing at the stinging freezing cold rain that pelted us as we tried to make it to the Reichstag (he’s never been inside) before it closed. In the end, we were too late to go inside and I headed home. However, there is good news.

Jose, I think I love you. My migraine is still gone this morning. I feel good, and I’m happy and ready to have productive day at work. Just don’t tell the Cap’n or the Club – they might be jealous of our little fling.

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