What I Want

Since my birthday's coming up, and my mom asked for a wish-list, even though she's already bought me at least two presents (including the Croc maryjanes that I have been living in all month, yays!), I am going to put one up. It will be short. The rest of you, go on with your lives. Or go here and read my account of the roller derby bout in Syracuse.

Or, if that's not your thing, go look at this awesome thing because it's rad and I've been meaning to mention it on here for like four days. Yes, they're signs that you can only read when you're in the right place, so it's way clearer than arrows 'cuz you're never sure what they're pointing at. Awesome!

( For My Twenty-Ninth Birthday, I Want A Pony And... )

fabric snob

I just turned down ice cream. I know.
Well, OK, I said "Let's go get ice cream!" and Z said, "But I need to finish my drink," and I said, "OK," and an hour later when he stood up and said "OK" I'd forgotten what I'd asked him for. And I decided, since he was only going because I wanted to, that I didn't really want to go.
Now, of course, I wish I had, but it's just as well. I'm feeling rather out of shape, and eating more ice cream wouldn't help. Instead, I now have room for more booze! Right? Right?

Anyway. Just so my sole post of the day isn't a mercenary wish list, I'm going to natter on slightly about fabric. Because all I did today was sort of reread things I've written, write more scraps, and reflect a bit dully on things I want to write-- but I thought about it, which is better than nothing!
I mean, I did other stuff, I just didn't find anything else notable.

So. Fabric.
( I am becoming a total snob for natural fibers )

This is a pretty boring entry, but at least I have something up besides a birthday wish list. Somehow those things make me uncomfortable. I think I just hate asking people for stuff. I'm awful at giving people stuff, anyway, so I suppose I ought to be awkward about getting it too.