I admit it: I am ashamed of where I work. I am ashamed when people I knew in a previous life keep coming in and recognizing me. And I can’t talk about it with my husband, because he just doesn’t understand. Do you?

Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. Maybe you think I’m just fortunate to have a shit retail job. Maybe if I had more drive I could have found something better after 17 months of unemployment, I don’t know. All I know now is that I am so exhausted I can’t function. Yep, another six-day work week. I’m going in today in about an hour, and tomorrow, too. I can barely stand on the bloody stumps that are my feet.

I went in yesterday and was actually functioning fine, when someone called my name. I had no idea who the woman was, but sure enough, it turned out to be someone I went to high school with. I still didn’t know who she was when she said that, so I did my usual, “I think you have me confused with someone else, I just moved here from Las Vegas.”

Can you believe I would do that? Well, I do. And after I started thinking for a while, I remembered her, albeit vaguely. She was someone who I think was much more popular than me, but I’m not sure. I remember one night when I went to the fair, she was there and wanted to hang out with me, and that had shocked me. But I did, and didn’t tell her the rides made me sick. So I tortured myself riding all the pukey rides, and managed to keep my vomit down.

And then she didn’t talk to me the next week in school. Yeah, I remember that night, for some reason.

Anyway, enough with the pity party. Here are some recent knit pictures before I go…

This is the Ether Overskirt, and pattern I test knit for Beth Hahn, who has a lovely series of books HERE. It was tough work, but I think the skirt came out beautifully.

I also finally finished the Multnomah shawl, which my husband kindly provided the yarn for back in July. I wore it last night and I have to say I’m pleased with this simple pattern – the yarn, Alpaca With a Twist’s Pima Cotton and Silk, is a winner:

Thank you for listening to me bitch. The Phoenix show in Miami was awesome this week, btw – incredible light show and Thomas Mars crowd surfed.

I would expect no less from Sophia Coppola’s main man and baby daddy!

Have a wonderful Halloween, everyone. I’m thinking of wearing my Bauhaus “Undead” T-shirt to work tomorrow. It’s important to send a message whilst celebrating holidays, don’t you think?


Forcing myself to do this

I am forcing myself to blog. I have been working two, count ’em, two, six days work weeks in a row. Why? I think I am being punished for asking for my Saturday off to do the show. Who the hell knows? Three more days and I get Mon. and Tues. off. I miss my husband.

Pictures from the show: I don’t have hardly any this year – the press who did come out took some, but mostly of the mega-tattooed and hair colored vendors, not us. Now as I told my partner – look: You have dreadlocks and a nose piercing, and I have a tattoo and we both know I color my hair! But obvs, not enough. Here’s all I got:

Seriously, that’s the best I could do? Seriously.
Here’s a new collar I made that didn’t sell, but I’ll be putting it up on Etsy soon:

So there it is. Checking the clock, I see I have about 20 minutes to get dressed, get my makeup on and head out the door for work. Oh joy, how I can hardly wait!

Folks, I hate this frackin’ job. But I’m stuck here for the time being. I’ll try and tell some more stories from the underground next week.

We did okay at the show, btw; not as much money as I would have liked, but I think people in general are just holding on to theirs now, it’s to be expected. I still managed to put down a good sized chunk on my last remaining credit card bill. Here’s hoping it’s paid off by the end of this year.

AND FYI: To Amy, who asked for the beauty secrets from the Raquel Welch book – the best one was good old Oil of Olay for a moisturizer. I agree. The more expensive ones are just that – more expensive. Plus, they make a great microdermabrasion scrub that compares with the dept. store brands. So says Rocky, and so says I.

And to my local commenter – if you come to see me in my natural habitat, have pity. And hope they are playing this on the endless store loop, because it’s the only CD they have on rotation that I can abide. I like Handsome Rob.