I had to go to work today for an Open House. This was the first time I had to organize an 'event' that involved inviting people from off campus. Unless you've done this kind of thing at an institution as bureaucratic as this one... you have no idea what it entails. I had to get approval to use the space, I had to get approval to use the parking lot. And of course another event had already reserved the parking lot closest to our building, so I had to reserve the lot much farther away, and personally put out a bread-crumb-esque trail of signs for our event. I had to create the invitations (which, surprise, also needed to be approved by the university) and distribute it to several universities, follow up with them, solicit RSVPs, respond to the RSVPs etc. etc.
You know, sometimes I feel bad that I'm so.... forgive me... pussy-whipped. I get up at 4 or 5 every morning to feed her, and she's even got me spending the big bucks on a special raw food diet. And try as I might, I can't stick to keeping her on a diet. But then, I started comparing our lives.
My major responsibilities:
go to work
pay bills
volunteer
file tax returns,
vote, generally participate in democracy
attempt to stay apprised of world news and current events
buy groceries ( including the special cat food I can only get at the pet supply store)
wash dishes (including Sally's dishes)
vacuum (the inch deep layer of Sally's fur all over the apartment)
Take out the trash / recycling / compost
generally clean house (& Sally's litter pan)
stay up on my car's service & maintenance
make sure Sally gets her vaccinations & regular check ups
try to fight the good fight against global warming, poverty, aids, racial or religious intolerance (Starving Kitties in Iraq etc.)
And of course do all those fun things that make life worth living, hang out with friends, keep in contact with family, spend time on my hobbies etc.
Sally's major responsibilities:
Eat
Sleep
Lick self inappropriately when guests come over.
As she sleeps upwards of 18 hours a day, she's always well rested enough to engage in her favorite activity of all - insisting I feed her. And, cold blooded murder that she is, she has no moral qualms with biting me, scratching me, or waking me up at the crack of dawn to achieve her goals. I'm just no match for that kind of single purposed focus of mind and body. So she wins, and I feed her. Whatcha gonna do?

I just pray to whatever god is in charge of reincarnation, that I get to be a cat next time around.
Those aren't sleeves, btw. That's the back and the two front halves in serious need of blocking.
With the help of Maya Angelou and the Yarn Harlot herself you can see the general shape of the neckline. The pattern calls for a roll top neckline, but last time I just did 2x2 ribbing all along the collar, and I think I'll do that again - it matches the button band.






I was powerless to resist. I bought enough for a skirt... but who knows what I'll end up doing with it. And somehow as I walked to the counter to have pay for the fabric & thread, a little Valorie Wells fat quarter jumped into my hand!
I just should not be allowed to enter fabric stores.




Lastly, fabric for skirts. Skirts are perhaps the easiest article of clothing to make. Making them well, however, is not so easy. I have specific skirt patterns in mind for all of these fabrics. I've even bought the appropriate notions & trim. My goal is to someday sew in a zipper that can't be seen, and a waistband that I don't have to hide. Someday... someday...






Not even fancy ones, or trendy ones, or even particularly pretty ones. Just plain ol' dishcloths. The generic corner-to-corner garter stitch washcloth is just about what I can handle right now. Knit two, yarn over, knit to the end - every row until it's wide enough. Then knit one, k2tog, yarn over, k2tog, knit to the end. Plus I have an obscene amount of kitchen cotton from when amazon.com had them on sale for like $0.50 each. Easy, cheap, functional, and pink. What more could I want?