I woke up today really excited. I blocked out this Saturday for the last 2 weeks since I knew the exact date of the fair, and mentally segmented October to go since last year. I didn't go to the museum exhibit about Dead Sea Scrolls; I didn't go to my alma mater's Homecoming; heck, I didn't even plan to do anything else for the entire day. So waking up without a car was a little devastating.
Dad took Imp and Mei-Mei to Dead Sea Scroll exhibit.
Alpha was at work.
Momar went here and was stuck on I-495 for 45 minutes because of a really bad traffic accident.
I waited for several hours, questioning whether I should take the bus, wait for Momar to return, whether Momar was hurt or had forgotten how much I wanted to go. As stupid as I knew it was, I began to feel sorry for myself. Once I succumbed to the temptation to wallow in bed eating cold, leftover pizza Momar came home and turned straight around to come with me.
The Fall Fairfax Fair was fun. Luckily, my progress in various crafty things and my assiduous window catalog shopping left me mostly immune to the lures of many handcrafted goodies. I know my tastes now and I rarely succumb to even thrift store prices.
I helped pick out a few Christmas gifts for family and thought I completely scored an awesome gift for Alpha. It was an antler back-scratcher. (His favorite Christmas gift ever was a bamboo back-scratcher from the Dollar Store.) There is no problem with sharing it because I am a bad hinter and he guessed within 5 minutes what it was. Sadly... Alpha is kind of creeped out by bones.
Sad, followed by fun, followed by disappointment in my gift-giving abilities.
Saturday, October 13
Tuesday, October 2
I have found it!
My LYS (Local Yarn Store) is now Aylin's Woolgatherer. It's close and the staff are SUPER helpful.
They had my Baby Alpaca Lace... I nearly cried in relief as I swiped the card and made that sucker mine. I will work back to the shawl as soon as I am emotionally ready to. Given the fact that most of my other yarns are nasty acrylic, I will be emotionally ready a lot sooner than otherwise.
Also, I have realized two things. 1) I love Alpaca. It's a wonderful, soft fibre that doesn't irritate my sensitive skin. 2) I am addicted to lace-weight yarns. I almost walked out with a couple skeins of lace-weight, but prudence and the guilt of knowing that I bought a set of needles prevented me.
They had my Baby Alpaca Lace... I nearly cried in relief as I swiped the card and made that sucker mine. I will work back to the shawl as soon as I am emotionally ready to. Given the fact that most of my other yarns are nasty acrylic, I will be emotionally ready a lot sooner than otherwise.
Also, I have realized two things. 1) I love Alpaca. It's a wonderful, soft fibre that doesn't irritate my sensitive skin. 2) I am addicted to lace-weight yarns. I almost walked out with a couple skeins of lace-weight, but prudence and the guilt of knowing that I bought a set of needles prevented me.
Monday, October 1
I don't really get it...
buntings. I don't really understand they have snuck up on me as a decoration.
At first they are like this. I've seen these before. I don't know if they have a purpose, but I am use to them. They are colorful and flap in the breeze. And everything is better when it flaps in the breeze.
Then, they transform and have happy little sayings, like "Happy Thanksgiving," "Happy Birthday," "Happy Halloween." (This example can be found over here. Not necessarily an endorsement, mind you.) Surprisingly, I can understand these. They have writing on them. The bunting makes a little bit of sense... I suppose. A temporary, seasonal message. Although, you know, it loses major points in that it's mostly inside at this point. No happy flapping in the breeze for these guys since they will probably be used again next year.
But then we reach this stage where it becomes weird. I can understand decoration for decoration's sake... but 'buntings?' What happened to quilts and tapestries and I don't know.... paintings. (Big fan of the paintings over here... way big fan.) Sadly, I don't want to incriminate any of the people that I respect, though I question their taste in this regard so I am not posting images of this decorating trend.
Then the weird becomes ridiculous. Bunting on cake, bunting on cupcakes... bunting necklaces!!!
At that point, I shake my head because I realize the world is crazy and it doesn't care that there is no purpose for these things. It's a fad, a fashion statement. It's like mason jar glassware, reclaimed wood, and window shutters on the inside. It's 'thrifty', pinterest and all that that entails.
P.S.- in the interest of full disclosure, I have and use a jam jar mug. Bought the jam, cleaned the jar and kept the lid. It's pretty useful for hot chocolate, but I am not posting pictures of my brilliance and aesthetic savoir faire because I don't think it's super cool to advertise that I am a hoarder.
At first they are like this. I've seen these before. I don't know if they have a purpose, but I am use to them. They are colorful and flap in the breeze. And everything is better when it flaps in the breeze.
Then, they transform and have happy little sayings, like "Happy Thanksgiving," "Happy Birthday," "Happy Halloween." (This example can be found over here. Not necessarily an endorsement, mind you.) Surprisingly, I can understand these. They have writing on them. The bunting makes a little bit of sense... I suppose. A temporary, seasonal message. Although, you know, it loses major points in that it's mostly inside at this point. No happy flapping in the breeze for these guys since they will probably be used again next year.
But then we reach this stage where it becomes weird. I can understand decoration for decoration's sake... but 'buntings?' What happened to quilts and tapestries and I don't know.... paintings. (Big fan of the paintings over here... way big fan.) Sadly, I don't want to incriminate any of the people that I respect, though I question their taste in this regard so I am not posting images of this decorating trend.
Then the weird becomes ridiculous. Bunting on cake, bunting on cupcakes... bunting necklaces!!!
At that point, I shake my head because I realize the world is crazy and it doesn't care that there is no purpose for these things. It's a fad, a fashion statement. It's like mason jar glassware, reclaimed wood, and window shutters on the inside. It's 'thrifty', pinterest and all that that entails.
P.S.- in the interest of full disclosure, I have and use a jam jar mug. Bought the jam, cleaned the jar and kept the lid. It's pretty useful for hot chocolate, but I am not posting pictures of my brilliance and aesthetic savoir faire because I don't think it's super cool to advertise that I am a hoarder.
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