Knitting content? What knitting content?

OK, so I'm kind of bored with the whole "This is my face! Look at my face!" thing already, so there will be many instances of interesting hats and weird hair in the next year. This is only the tip of the iceberg, flist o' mine.

And I would like to tell you all that Curious George is much shorter in person, though his drinking has gotten worse.

So, I finished recovering my desk chair. It was icky and black and cheap-looking, but now it's teal brocade and cheap-looking. Ha! I got it four years ago at Wal-Mart, which should speak to you of its quality. The plastic and everything else has held up fine, but the padding on the seat was basically gone, and the fabric on it was all pilly. So I grabbed some fabric from le stash, the remainder of a bag of poly filling, and a staple gun.

( The result (2 pics) )

The fabric is this weird, sort of iridescent teal and gold brocade. It's vintage -- probably from the '50s or '60s, and is a heavy cotton. I bought it originally thinking I could use it for a set of Elizabethan bodies, but the brocade pattern is just too modern, and the fabric isn't right for that kind of stress. So now it's my desk chair.

I think it's an improvement. It's at least more comfortable to sit on. And it matches my bedspread! Now to get rid of the duck blind curtains . . .

Also, a quiz found on the internets. Whether or not I am actually realistic is still questionable, but apparently my liberalism is reasonable.

My Liberal Identity:

You are a Reality-Based Intellectualist, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme.

Take the quiz at www.FightConservatives.com

Hacking -- Not just for serial killers anymore

I am sick, folks. I went shopping with my mommy today, and by the end of the day I was warm and fretful. I wish I had a better way of putting that, maybe one that doesn't make it sound like I'm 18 months, but I was flushed and cranky as all get out by the end of the day. I needed to walk by a woman in the grocery store, so I said, "Excuse me," and she rolled her eyes at me and muttered under her breath. So sorry for taking up 18 square inches, ma'am, as opposed to the entire aisle you and your cart were occupying. I should have shanked her while I had the chance, but I am fresh out of spoons.

So, back to this sickness and away from my irrational anger at eye-rolling woman. It started out as a tickle at the back of my throat in the wee hours last night/this morning, and now has turned into a dry cough and convulsive sneezing. I sneeze like an old man with a schnoz the size of Texas usually, but these sneezes are ridiculous. Full body participation, people. Five or six of them in a row sometimes. I am a slave to them. The accompanying earache is just pudding on top of the pie. This is all in time for my doctor's appointment next Wednesday, which I have had to reschedule twice because of the snow. The only way I'm not making this one is if I'm dead. The plague will not stop me.

Shopping was totally worthwhile, though. I got conditioner and body wash, which probably should not excite me as much as it does, but it does, so I'll have to come to terms with that. By taking a shower, I think.

Apart from the various necessaries for fighting this throat plague (cough drops, popsicles, and soup), I also got crochet supplies. More exciting than the conditioner and body wash, I bought two crochet hooks and a ball of size 3 crochet cotton, in teal. (The teal part is what makes it more exciting than the conditioner.) And then we went to The Thrift Shop, where I got a trashy novel (it has time travel and true love!), a pair of bright pink corduroy pants, and a couple long-sleeved t-shirts. One of the shirts was even teal, which is so exciting. I also bought a crapload of assorted buttons, which means I will intersperse the hacking with button sorting.

And the attack cat got tuna and shrimp cat treats! He comes running whenever he hears a plastic bag rattle now, which is hilarious. I am not above tormenting via plastic bag rattle a creature who tries to trip me when I go down the stairs. Turnabout is fair play, fake-throwing up cat!

Can my Saturday night get better? The beginnings of a chest cold, button sorting, corduroy pants, cat torture? Yes, it can! Because Tina Fey is hosting SNL tonight and that is a beautiful thing.