Solitary Saturday

I love Solitary Saturdays. I am sure they are a foreign concept to a lot of people, but i really love having a day all to my self where i only have to do what I want to do, and that includes limiting human interaction to check out people.

I hit the new Goodwill with yesterday's four dollars, and left with them too. Saw a few wooly things, but they either weren't sewn right, the yarn was painful thin, or they were just so awful i couldn't even over dye them to make them useful. On the upside, I may have to go back some day and actually....gasp....shop there. Everything was color coded (I just love organization) and the store didn't have that Used Things smell to it. You know the one. ANNNNND, i didn't even go back for the sewer stapler thingy.

I almost bought a sewing machine today at Wal-Mart. I didn't though, thank God. I almost bought it because i have wanted to learn to sew for a while but I didn't have a sewing machine. This one was $40 too. I even picked it up and carried it around for a bit because it was the last one and I HATE when other people take the last of something, thereby precluding me from the one thing that matters in life- Getting A Good Deal. So as I am debating, I got to the question: "Well, what will I sew?" When I realized I didn't have a fucking clue, I put the damn thing back and resolved not to think of it again till after I win the powerball.

In shit I knit news, I am still working on that blasted purse. It is easy, but jesus i must be the slowest knitter alive. I am glad that I started now on Christmas presents....for Christmas 2010. I sure do love me some wool though, and purses are small enough to not feel miserable while sitting underneath a pile of wool in June. That does seem silly doesn't it? Oh and naturally, I am still gazing at all the handspun, hand dyed, sometimes hand painted beautiful yarn on Etsy. It's like yarn porn. Bow chicka wow wow.

Okay, this internet interaction with the outside world is making me uncomfortable. I want my solitude back. I really enjoy my own company, and my this the third blog post it should be no secret why. I do believe that I will nap with either the dog or the cat, contemplate shaving my legs and then decide against it, and maybe go work out. Or watch a movie. Or all of them in an as of yet undetermined order.

One more thing! MAYA POOPED! Hooray! Good work, hound dog. Mom is very proud.