Singles Awareness Day? Are you people kidding me?

Whoever came up with the idea of "Singles Awareness Day" should be taken out behind the barn and shot. I mean, c'mon people, yes, its Valentines Day and you're all single and miserable but grow a pair and find a way to deal with it without hiding behind some witty catchphrase! I mean, I'm single (which is shocking I know, but if I've proved anything in the last few months it's that you can't meet someone that looks like Adrian Paul sitting on your couch) but I'm not sitting around today feeling sorry for myself! I'm watching one of my favorite shows and eating chocolate covered strawberries, one of my favorite things, and I refuse to have my day ruined simply because I don't have a date. It's a waste of a perfectly good Saturday.

And now I'll get off my soapbox and back to the point.

I finished that damn coral branch. And to answer your next question, no, it doesn't look like a heart valve - it's perfect, blissfully perfect.

My fingers are all swollen, I have a piercing headache behind my left eye from staring at the tiny stitches for so long (even with my glasses), and my back feels like I'm developing a hump but it's all completely worth it. I'm such a proud mama. The man I'm making them for loves this first one and hopefully it will be the start of something great

Th Dark Ages

I haven't crocheted a scarf in almost 2 years. They were the first thing I learned to crochet and naturally that meant that I had to make 15 of them in any yarn I could get my hands on just to prove I could. The second I learned to crochet in the round though, I abandoned the scarf like one would an old childhood toy and haven't made one since.

I was commissioned recently to make red coral branches for a boutique in Asbury Park by a very nice man who I completely adore. Unfortunately, after spending much of yesterday trying to make a prototype it suddenly hit me that the object I was working on looked more like a heart valve than anything else. I was heart broken.. hell, I still am. And instantly I found myself looking to make something easy and comforting - something I knew I could do. I started a scarf today with a chained base of 15 sts. I'm double crocheting it using a J hook. It's a beautiful yarn I picked up in Pennsylvania over the weekend; my Grandmother fell in love with it and asked me to make her a scarf out of it. I agreed to do it thinking it nothing more than a bothersome chore to be done when I had a spare minute. I find it funny and completely ironic that it was the first thing I reached for when the coral went to hell.

Tomorrow I work on fixing the valve, or coral as it were. I may have to completely scrap what I have which I am not looking forward to. As of now, I've started a new romance novel which I expect I will be up tonight to finish if only to try and prolong the time between now and when I have to look at that wretched thing in the morning. Here's to burning the midnight oil.

Back from the dead...

Pennsylvania is a beautiful state but I can never seem to escape it without heartache. Going back to the place where my family used to have that beautiful house and having to listen to everyone say my Grandfather made a mistake by selling it absolutely destroys him.

I'm glad to be home. I'm glad the church ski trip my Grandparents insist on organizing every year is finished. I'm glad we're not doing it next year.

And it's funny. I don't realize how much I miss being home until I end up some place whickity-whack for a couple of days. I come back to my mess of a room and don't even mind the distressed pile of socks in the corner or the yarn spilling all over the place - and that's really saying something.

In other news: I have an AC Moore stop to make. Etsy is almost up and running and I recieved a call last night about a commission someone wants me to do which kept me up until the wee hours of the morning brainstorming.

Oh. and the interview went really well. Cheers!