Something is off a little with Typepad. That is my first impression as I begin to compose. It must really have been a while since I logged in. To have forgotten that, I mean.
Anyway, I had totally intended to at least join Susan in the "Five Things on Friday" posting, and in my mind I really did. You mean you can't read my mind? Hmmm....
Alright, now Typepad is just bugging the sh*t out of me. Why do I have to double enter to get to a new paragraph? I didn't used to have to. (Yes.....I am in the Rich Text compose screen, because I know one of you will assume that I haven't figured that out.)
Yawn. I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Aren't you? The thoughts in my head bore me, the internet bores me, my knitting bores me (okay, not my knitting), Facebook: yawn, blog: yawn. Ravelry: Yawn. I'm in a bit of a lull with the internets these days, it has happened before and as it has before, a spark of interest will return to my cold heart and I'll be all back into it. Of course, I have still managed to waste a.lot.of.time on the boring internets. There was the day last week when I could have gone to work, but instead I spent hours (really HOURS! people) looking for sea glass earrings and beads on Etsy. Etsy doesn't seem to bore me as much as the rest of it all. All I got for that day, in the end, was a feeling of a wasted life and no sea glass earrings. I liked too many and couldn't decide so I shut the computer down and wasted time on something else I am quite sure. I can't remember what, but I'm darned sure it didn't involve planning a meal for my family. Yawn.
All this boredom also doesn't mean that I haven't been reading your blog. Yours, too! And yours, yours, sometimes yours.....nope, not yours, probably yours, over there in the corner. If not yours, it is only because I probably don't know about it yet. I might have even left a comment on.......no, not you, or you. Maybe you. Definitely yours! All of this maybe reading and rarely commenting means that on the rare occasion that I post I am pretty sure the rest of you are either a)probably not reading anymore. Can't blame you, I bore myself, b)not commenting because even though you find me almost read-worthy you can't find a single thing worth saying about what I have written or c)treating me as I treat others. Mind you, this is not a whine or a tactic to weedle out a comment, I am right with you on all of those things and they are all legitimate. I haven't a feeling about them one way or the other. It is what it is. Nobody knows that better than me. I.am.so.bored.
Thankfully my boredom comes when there are plenty of reasons to be doing other things. Sometimes (when I am not spending too much time on the internet-which I really have been-and I can only blame the weather some of the time) I am doing other things. Knitting, spinning, sewing or sunning being chief among them. I have a shawl (!) to show, but I haven't photographed it yet. I'd show you my tan, but I wouldn't want to make y'all jealous, although it isn't much of one considering the weather. (Yes, I know, I promise that my face never sees the sun, and while I use sunscreen on the rest of me at the start of the day.......) How about some interior, hmmm, design seems to supercilious a word to describe what I have been doing, but there has been a teeny bit of sprucing up to the game fiber room.
We have a large room at the back of our house that leads out to a three season porch and the backyard. It's main attraction is a pool cutting table, there is a cat-hair covered couch, some book shelves filled with knitting, quilting, sewing, needlepoint and spinning books, containers with fiber and yarn and my sewing cabinet. One corner houses a computer table which for a lot of years held the desktop computer that the girls and I shared for a long time. For one reason or another (leaving for college, the continual crashing of the desktop computer) we have all ended up with laptops. Now, that corner of the room never seemed to feel organized, no matter what I did. When it was being used on a regular basis as the computer spot there was always a mess there. Computer paraphanelia, printers, multiple towers, manuals, software discs, hundreds of miscellaneous disks, cartridges, paper for the printer, wires and cables (in use and not) homework messes, spills, plates left, fast food debris, you name it, it could get really disgusting there. As soon as I had my own laptop I pretty much ignored it until we might be hosting company and then would flip out in an attempt to organize it all and, organization not being one of my natural talents, it just never would be neat. Even after we all had laptops, the printer was there so homework would still be done there with all of above messes piling atop another atop another.
The room had been pretty much closed up for the winter unless I went in there to sew or retrieve something, so this spring when we started leaving the door open and using it again that corner sent me over the edge. I threw almost everything away because I was pretty sure that software for a computer that we hadn't owned in years and manuals for ancient programs had decided their new mission in life was to send me over the brink of sanity. I cleared and dusted and scrubbed and vaccuumed and transformed that corner to a corner of nothingness. All that was left was the internet box, a router and a printer along with that computer table. While it was clean it still was icky and Pete was set to destroy the computer table and I was set on destroying the printer etc. when it struck me that I could make it look nice! I do that! It is easy for me.
Of course, what started out as two quick little table cloths...... I found a crappy little end table in the basement, made a tablecloth for that to hide the internet cables and router and put the printer there. While Pete really thought dumping the computer table was the best idea, I had in short order crammed sewing junk under there, interfacings, patterns, cotton batting and fabric scraps. Not prepared to lose the new storage space OR purchase furniture to replace it at this time, I went on a fabric dive at work and found these. The original plan? The check for a tablecloth on the small table, the stripe would be skirts with velcroed bands to stick to the computer table. I can never do anything that easy.
First I thought a contrast welt would be so.cute. on the tablecloth which, by the way, has only three sides to make it simple work to run all the cables and crap behind it. Then I thought, "wouldn't it be just adorable to have a bias band on the bottom of the skirt for the computer table?"
If there is a way to turn a quick and dirty project into a full scale production I will find it. But man, it tickles me to no end, every time I go in there, to see the transition in that corner.
Formerly a scene of chaos and disaster, it is now neat and organized and a little sewing/quilting center. Well, there may be a little bit of chaos left underneath. At least it is hidden, right? In case you are wondering: sticky velcro . It is sort of doing the job it claims it should (super sticky, holds all of your decorating jobs!), but I think we may be stapling the velcro to the table for security. There are a couple of other cute spots in that room, I'll have to get photos of them as well. All the better to bore YOU with, right?
THIS IS YOUR WARNING TO AVERT YOUR EYES OR MOVE ALONG TO ANOTHER BLOG IF YOU ARE BURN SQUEAMISH!
In the category of Lessons I Cannot Learn The First Several Times They Are Taught let this serve as a lesson to STAY AWAY FROM THE PIPES ON A MOTORCYCLE!!!!!!!
In happier news, I went with pink polish and white polka dots. Of course the lesson unlearned and showcased in this photo is TAKE BOTH SANDALS OFF WHEN SITTING IN THE SUN SO YOUR FOOT LOOKS TAN INSTEAD OF JUST DIRTY.
Seventy-eight. The unlearned lessons. I'm rich with them. I wonder how many I've brought from past lives, never learned yet. And then, just how many will follow me on into future lives. It is a scary thought.
This post is filled with sarcasm and maybe to some, whit. I am not in a bad mood or cranky or anything, so don't be taking me the wrong way. Just, ho-hum, yawn........