My closet is a horrible mess. A huge mess. I mean, you can hardly walk in. It's a good thing He Who Wears Versace and I have separate closets, because if we didn't, my part of the closet would be nice and tidy and I wouldn't have been hit in the head by an errant Gucci just about a half-hour ago.
Call me crazy, but I had entirely forgotten about this shoe. It was way up there, on top, jammed between some red silk Escada pumps, a diaper bag and some other items. Don't know what dislodged it. All I know is that I was hit on the head by this shoe just now and I finally know how to use my black disco Crystal Palace Shimmer yarn. (Well, not actually right on top of the head, more like the junction between my shoulder and neck, heh, heh.)
Funny, I was thinking today that I needed a project that I could be realistic about, you know? After the Rowan hat debacle I had decided that I would look at a potential project with open eyes, look past all the padded bras, rosy cheeks, contrived poses and unnecessary frolicking. I would finally, for once, knit something I can use. Something that won't let me down.
And then I was knocked on the head with the shoe and I have come to my senses again. What do you think about this from Interweave Knits Spring 2003? I think I'll do the top part and couple it with a tank of some sort. Then, I'll throw on some capri jeans and a cool belt and these neat-o sandals. Yeah, that's what I'll do. And then I'll run off to do something sensational.
Now, I just have to go find the other shoe.