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dreamcatcher, originally uploaded by yeayeayeah.

So I see things all the time that I want to show someone - anyone - and I can’t, really, because no one in my reality understands the beauty of using yarn to create dreams. The things I see online and in stores and on people and that make me want to find several more (free) hours every day in which to producemakecreate beauty have just been accumulating everywhere: in my bookmarks, and in my pinned feeds on bloglines, pasted into my day book, cluttering my art room (that’s just a sarcastic name for it at this point).

And I figured it was fitting (if belated) for me to use my web space to post these things and hope that maybe some might inspire you, while also being readily available to me when I can get to them.

The first of these many clippings, then, is this gorgeous crocheted dreamcatcher by flick’r user yeayeayeah. There isn’t any conceivable way anyone could have nightmares if they were protected by this, is there?

Sky

I had like, one thing to think about today. One. Well, two if you count the umbrella but it was only raining a teeny bit and it stopped by the time I got downtown and I hid under the lilac trees while I waited for the bus. So aside from the daily Thursday morning routine, there was only one thing to add which was to bring my passport as a secondary ID piece for my medicare card renewal.

I even thought about it twice: once when I was writing my absence memo on my work Outlook yesterday evening, and once this morning while I was picking up bits & pieces in order to actually leave the house.

But did I take it? Nope. And I only remembered it 40 minutes later when the poster at the door of the renewal office reminded me to take out my ID prior to getting a number.

Sigh.

And my damn hair looked so good. Perfect for a photo I’ll be carrying with me for the next 4 years.

The thing is, too, that the renewal papers for this came about 3 months ago, but they came in the mail on the same day that I received the envelopes with my federal and provincial tax form access codes and I never actually opened those until I did my taxes (2 days after the delay which was when my grandma died). Much to my surprise I then found out that I had not accidentally been sent two access codes from the federal government, but that my medicare card was expiring (end of the month of May) and I needed to take care of it then (in March) in order to ensure I’d have it in time to not go without.

Sigh, again.

Which wouldn’t be such a big deal despite the fact that I am a confirmed loon, if I wasn’t having a skin reaction* to uhm… welll… something which my dermatologist suspects is my medication (because everything else plausible has been ruled out over the last 6 weeks, and Claritin, Benadryl & Aveeno haven’t been all that much help — not sniffling & supermega soft skin aside) and my next appointments with the dermatologist and my GP are in early June.

So, should you ever require any assistance in managing your life, I am readily available, and obviously not very busy at managing my own.

Sky

*Non-contagious rash on my wrists, ankles, soles and tummy. My belly button is completely discouraging. I am the opposite of sexy and not surprised that this would happen to me when summer hits, rather than when it ends.

Damn, aka CrochetCompulsive decided to feature this site on Lime & Violet - The Daily Chum’s ‘Hook-up o’ the week’.
Awesome!!

If you want to see a really cool site dedicated to everything to do with beautiful yarn, go over there and fall in love. Lime & Violet. That website is one major inspiration.

Sky

Before I had to get fiesty in the sales meeting this morning (2 things you just don’t do : make an unreasonable & unfounded complaint about my department in the meeting without ever having voiced it to me or my superior prior to, and telling the entire sales, production & installation team that there are issues because of my girls being new) I drew a lanky bowler guy taking a swing.

While I was controlling my anger but making sure that no one would doubt that we don’t amuse ourselves with unnecessary revisions out of sheer boredom, this guy winked at me knowingly…

Basically, someone who tends to be either reallysweet or really panicked, but never any sort of state in between, told the world that we revise contracts too much. Hmm…….. well. Hmm. I don’t know. I’m sure we don’t just pick random ones to mess with, so there must be a reason for all the revisions. Could it possibly be that we are working in the very very short term this year, and that this leads to many late-coming requests for revisions from the clients? I dunno.. maybe. And I just have to wonder, at what point am I supposed to say to the client that I’m sorry but that I cannot do revision 7 to their national ad campaign because someone in the install department says it’s just too many revisions on one campaign.

The funny thing is that some of the production people too, decided that this was a valid complaint. I know it’s annoying to revise and revise and revise again, but well… it’s reality, man. I don’t really know how else to say it. Reality is sometimes annoying & redundant & not conducive to an entire day of nose picking. I know we all have way too much on our work plates, but this type of complaining about things that will just remain as they are anyway is completely and absurdly unproductive.

And Jesus, people, think before you put me on the spot like that. I know my job in and out. I don’t know yours and wouldn’t presume to tell you how to work more effectively. At most I might ask a question or two. And I like being asked a question or two because sometimes those questions lead me into even better procedures than the well worn ones. But I despise being put on the spot when I’m right anyway. It’s not a good place to put me.

Ben & Jerry’s out front resolved the inner turmoil in quite a satisfying manner, though. Yumm!

And I couldn’t let the meeting end without showing what happened to my mother’s day flower from Munchkin, and the culprit caught in the act :

Fuckin’ cat. I really want a hedgehog.

Sky

I don’t know about the weather where you are, but here it was quite a wonderfully sunny day. I was woken up quite late by a 7 year old wonderchild bearing gifts, kisses and smiles. Mister Man was making espresso in the kitchen meanwhile, completely validating the love.

I had some trouble getting out of bed, but had to do so eventually. My mom called me and we wished each other a great mother’s day (kinda over da top considering I was 2 hours from driving over anyway :P). We all lounged for a while on the patio, drinking coffee, watching the 3 kids playing in the yard and just basically enjoying the quiet while looking at all the fools at the breakfast restaurant out front.

Don’t you just love cherry trees? I think magnolias are far prettier, but cherry trees are useful for those of us who make cherry syrup for our ice cream, whereas magnolias are pure eye candy.

About the first thing I did when I got to my parents’ house is jump in the spa. Munchkin refused to come which allowed mom and I to relax. Can you believe my parents actually had to go to yet another funeral tonight?? My mother’s cousin passed away this week. I wasn’t required to go because my mother doesn’t even remember me seeing him past my toddler years. He died after having an arm and both legs amputated because of out of control diabetes and other related and unrelated issues. I have a quiet worry about my genetics and my love of everything sweet eventually colliding.

My parents’ yard was in the shade, so after a while we all just went out front and watched my brother and father washing their cars and then filed inside to watch Across the Universe (mom loved, sil loved, dad fell asleep, brother sang the songs but remained unimpressed otherwise). I have one of the only 7 year olds you’ll ever meet who can sing all sorts of songs from way before her time, including Beatles’s songs, NKOTB and a lot of Metallica.

We had dinner early (pork roast, potatoes, veggies, and a lovely white wine, followed by key lime pie & coffee) and drove home to put the Munchkin to bed. And that was my mother’s day for the kids reading this. For the adults, I can only promise it ain’t over yet.

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Last time I showed you a swatch of a shawl thingy I’ll soon be making. Before I get to that though, I have to get through the Comfy Cardi from Crochet Me.

and the top I’m pattern testing for the book.

And maybe this too…. that I just saw on a new Caron blog..

And a few other things besides.

There is so little time and so much to crochet within it! What’s a girl to do? Besides wear cool boots while she’s at it.

Behold, my newest aquisition, making a few girls in the office rather jealous.

That’s right folks: Dr Martens FLOWERED 8-hole boots.
And I own them.

And on that note I say to you, goodnight.

Sky