I put the latest yarn shipment in He Who Wears Versace's closet...Heh heh...When he wasn't looking. Let me tell you: I'll hear about this. He's got issues with his closet. Must not touch a thing. All shoes must have those wooden things in them. (I even found a pair of Hush Puppies with those wooden things in them! You'd think he'd give 'em up and pass them onto some lowly Gucci's or something.) Worse, there's so much room in the place, he could square dance in there. And in the morning, when I'm getting my beauty sleep, you'd think he'd close the door while he dresses. Oh no. Instead, he has to spread himself around a bit, move on out of the closet and into the bedroom. Hit the bed with his thigh, shake me out of my sound sleep. Spray some hair spray in my general direction. Squirt squirt squirt squuuuuirrrrrt.
But that's not the post today. What I want to say is that I meant to use the proceeds from my pattern sales to reupholster the couch.
The day I put the Swing Coat Sweater out there, I decided that I'd leave my PayPal account alone until I had enough money to re-cover the couch. I realized that could take years, but leaving it alone would be a good thing, and we haven't spent much time sitting on it since it was damaged and sent off to the room no one ever goes into.
You know, the Living Room.
Years ago, good ol' Chuck, in a moment of sheer puppy bliss, bit through the skirt fabric and ripped the whole side off. I couldn't blame him, though. His toy was stuck underneath it and he probably accidentally caught his tooth on the fabric while reaching for the toy with his paw. Talk about puppy heaven: piece of couch caught on the tooth and a totally sane excuse to search and destroy.
Anyway, a couple days ago, before I posted the Marilyn's Not-So-Shrunken Cardigan pattern:
HWWV: So darling, are you ready to buy the fabric for the couch with your PayPal account money; you know, the money from the Swing Coat Sweater?
HWWV: Oh. What's the account balance now?
Me: Um. About 23 bucks.
Serious but sideways look; silence, and then:
...Me: Oh, I sorta bought some yarn with the proceeds.
I'm such a dolt. I have rooms full of yarn. Yarn everywhere. I could almost describe it as yarn hell, but I haven't quite reached that special moment yet. But I'm going to say it: I can't buy any more yarn.
I promise you. I will NOT buy yarn until I buy fabric to cover that dang couch. I won't I won't I won't.
Just a few minutes ago I was fantasizing that I would do the whole: for each skein knitted, one-skein-can-be-purchased sort of thing. You know: "the bar's too full; one guy leaves, one gal comes in" thing.
We'll see how long that lasts.
Meantime, it's Girlfriend's third birthday on the 14th. We celebrated tonight on account she has no friends or younger relatives and her only neighbor/semi-friend could come by tonight and tonight only. Girlfriend doesn't know the difference, but I think next year we'll have to start working on some relationships. Don't want her to turn out like me: The gal who throws a party no one comes to.
Then again, the invitees to that particular soiree which shall not be mentioned too often probably smelled "Mary Kay." I think I could have hid it better. But I had free eye shadow in the makes and the saleslady was so peppy.
Anyhow. That shrunken cardigan pattern. Thanks for all the interest. I think it's great and I can't wait to start on something new. Thing is, I don't have any new yarn coming. Sure, I got a shipment today. I think I got one the day before yesterday, too. And I bought some on each of the last few days from the LYS. And of course lots about a week ago from KnitPixie. And some of those Addi's everyone talks about, too.
I guess I better go fabric shopping. Will keep you informed. I'm thinking I'll go for the same color and fabric as before. It's best to keep it simple and quick, if you know what I mean. (Got some potential yarn money burning a hole in my pocket.)