I went to the job fair yesterday, and it went pretty well. I am going back for a second interview tomorrow, so wish me well? It is at a big box store, and even though this is not the greatest thing on the planet, it is better than cleaning men’s bathrooms, yes? Plus, it is five minutes from my house.

I’ve been missing good music from back in the day, lately. Especially from the ladies. In this day and age of Ke$shas, Katy Perrys et al, what are young girls to do for a good listen?

I miss The Sundays sooooo much. Harriet Wheeler, come back and bless us with your glorious vocals again. You are so missed.

Greetings, I have been around but occupado with a lot of hand-sewing, which makes me mental and crazy. But the good news is: All done, and I’ll show off what I’ve been doing next week. In a word: purses. With hand-sewn interfacing and lining. Ugh.

Last Saturday, Jon and I went to Miami for Super Con, which is like Comic Con in San Diego only pathetic. Last year we had fun, this year, the magic was gone. But, if you walked down autograph row, the dude who plays Don Draper’s dad on Mad Men was there, along with Maryann from Gilligan’s Island. Just don’t ask me why.

I did go to another knitting store before, because I have a husband who will take me. The Knitting Garden in Coral Gables is small but has a wonderful selection, and I enjoyed the short time I spent there. Jon bought me some lovely Misti Alpaca Pima Silk the looks like a Rainbow Nation flag, and I got the new Amy Butler book, because that bitch doesn’t have enough money already, amirite?

Don’t let this jumper on the cover fool you, there are some winners inside.

I also spend a few days (non-consecutive) with my mother this week. Although my father makes it difficult, I will not be denied the joy of being with my mom. I guess that requires an explanation and I’m not prepared to give one. Sigh. BUT, my mother is 1000 times more talented than I, and is making me a quilt for my birthday. It has a lot more detail work to come, but here are some preliminary shots:


I really don’t have any words for how impressed I am.

Not much planned this weekend; but I am going to a job fair on Monday. Wish me luck? I can’t wait to stand out in the heat and melt whilst my resume wilts. But we do what we must.

I also want to see this movie, which is finally here.

You know you want to see this as bad as I do…okay, maybe not Gina. She doesn’t like Sofia. But I can’t wait…

And I don’t even like the actors!

Going to South Florida’s Super Comic Con on Saturday. Richard Roundtree, aka Shaft, is supposed to be there. Shut your mouth!

I am truly suffering from the mother of all upper back pains, both right and left shoulders (trapezius areas) are affected. This has been an ongoing problem, and I blame:
1) the couch
2) the bed
3) knitting
4) the bewbs

So I’m not doing much. Yesterday I went to the eye doctor again, and am glad to report my (left) eye infection is clearing up. Believe me, when you hear the term “mucus balls” applied to your eye, you squirm.

Is this TMI? I am sorry. I am home making love to a heating pad tonight while my husband jaunts off to a Silversun Pickups concert. Now, to be fair, at the last minute I found out I could attend, but it’s outside in the plus 90 degree heat and humidity, and I’m not a superfan. So I’m staying home. Today, I went to the library and turned in my volunteer application. Let’s see if I can get rejected for volunteerism, too!

In happier news, I’ve been accepted for my third year in a row (with my partner) for vendorship at Stitch Rock. My only fear is I have TOO MUCH merchandise this year. As you know, I scour out vintage pins for accoutrement, and thought I’d show some. I am particularly attracted to butterflies, but an owl (oh, how the hipsters will QUAKE!) and a peacock snuck in:

The picking has been slim on animals lately, so I get inanimate objects d’art as well.:

Speaking of owls, if you have the Netflix, I highly recommend a film called The Owl and The Sparrow. It is beautiful and lovely and about the best damned thing I’ve seen in a dogs age. Get it.

Obviously, that is a small Vietnamese child with an elephant, and neither an owl, nor a sparrow. But you get the general idea.

Don’t you?

It’s hot. I’m not doing so well. I’m disappointed in people. I can’t find a job. Did I mention it’s HOT? I’m going to dish the box.net app on my sidebar for this playlist.com thing. The first song is by one of my favorite bands, The Like, who I’m delighted to discover have a NEW album coming out this month. June Gloom is one of my favorite songs, and describes how I’m feeling right now. Enjoy!

I want to go back so bad. Maybe not right now. It’s hotter than Satan at a barbecue right now. But Vegas is my city of choice.

I will sell almost all of my DVDs for grocery money (and have), but I’ve kept a few. Rushmore, 2046, the Trois Coleurs Triology, and my special collectors edition of One From the Heart. Yes, you heard right. The Coppola bomb.

I even have the soundtrack.

I hate Tom Waits’ singing, but love his songwriting. I prefer Holly Cole’s interpretation’s of his songs.
Here’s one to grow on: