Em asked me to make something for one of her summer tutors who is going to have a baby.
Em requested baby socks and picked the pattern, XO for hugs and kisses. The baby is going to be a girl, but I dyed this yarn for Em when she said she wanted the socks to be light blue. The reason? “Ms. X has green eyes, and if the baby has green eyes too then the blue will look good.”
This kid’s got better fashion sense than I do.
We got a scanner with our computer years ago, but it never worked properly. We also have a printer that is fast going belly up. A scanner would be a convenience, because it’s a pain in the neck to take photos of my old magazines. The printer, however, is more important, since I need to print patterns for the Jayne hat kits.
This weekend, flush with cash, we decided we were finally going to get a new printer/scanner/all-in-one combo. Before buying anything, we checked the footprint of the space we were going to put it. I started to clear off a space for it where the old scanner was, buried under piles of paper. Just for kicks, I checked the internet one more time and whaddya know. A new driver for the scanner. And by new, I mean it was uploaded in 2003.
Check it out. The scanner works. It’ll be cheaper to get a good printer that’s not also a scanner, so this is a good thing.
My vintage ads and the scanner and I are going to have a grand time. The old pulps, like the 1945 “True Experiences” magazine that this Philip Morris ad came from, weren’t made to last. The paper’s thin and the back side bleeds through on a scan. But hey, who cares? I’m scanning! Yay!
Now that we’ve all had a chance to marvel at the wonder and beauty of The Dress, the real question is, will I fit into it in time?
A long entry about what happened in the last eight weeks is under the cut.
I am going to the Browncoat Ball in October. It’s a weekend-long event for fans of the late great science fiction TV show Firefly. The centerpiece is a fancy dress ball. Costumes and outfits appropriate to the Firefly show are encouraged. For ladies, appropriate dress usually consists of something incredibly frilly, often with a hoop skirt, or something Asian.
I’ve never gone to a Con. I’d like to, it just hasn’t been in the cards. But this event is about two miles from my house, and I’m a respected member of the fan community. I’ll be teaching a Jayne hat knitting class and I’m helping out on the steering committee. I’m definitely going.
Because I haven’t gone to a Con, it follows that I haven’t dressed up for one, either. Even for this event, I wasn’t inclined to spend money on an outfit that I would wear exactly once. But in July, that changed.
The Tale Of The Dress.
I was stamping up boxes and managed to mark my leg as originating in Canton. Oops.
Well, I guess that’s it for the tomatoes, then.
They’ve been infested with tobacco hornworms. I didn’t notice this in the afternoon, but my husband pointed it out when he got home from work. There are quite a few of these chomping away. A good third of the tomato plants have been denuded. Fortunately, it was the end of the season anyway. And they’ll become a pretty moth, a Carolina Sphinx.
