Spinnin' Yarns

my kareoke bluezzzz wasn't bluey enough

So here ya go. Any variations in color are entirely the fault of the 6yo who helped paint the yarn and are considered design features. So there.


This is still wet, it dried bluer (and lighter) than that.

I'm depressed. I spent a year (not continuously, obviously) on a stupid *#*@#Y&@*& jacket. A boucle jacket. With a rose. And a tie. And fringed edges. And I fitted. And fitted. And fitted more. And tried not to overfit. And thought it was ok. But the sleeve caps were effed up and now I'm hosed because this stuff is hard to pull stitches out (not to mention that I freakin lined the whole freakin thing. And I hate it. And I wanted to love it. I don't even love to hate it. And it's all because of my stupid freakin twisted quasimodo shoulders. I'm a freak.

And it's not beautiful. If I can stop crying over it I'll post a pic.

And I still need to line the sleeves of my stupid so-called bolero bed jacket that I might not wear to bed.

And I didn't get dd's sweater sewn. I friggin hate mattress stitch.

Hating life. But at least I have tickets to Betzina's and Pletch's fitting seminars next week. Maybe I'll be happy then.