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February, you did not win.
Mar. 1st, 2006 10:40 pmI know, I know, it's been over for DAYS, but allow me to say that one of the highlights of the Olympics was noticing that Yao Bing, the coach for the three Chinese pairs skating teams, is the Count from Sesame Street. Seriously. Is he in some sort of witness protection programme? Also high on the list of highlights were all those spectacular figure skating falls and crashes -- honestly, you'd think it was a contact sport! Oh yeah, and there were all those medals Canada won in various disciplines. That was also nice.
February was out to get me, but I skillfully dodged it by staying home even though I wasn't technically sick. However, just the fact that I didn't feel guilty in the least about missing class and the fact that I spent three whole days staring listlessly* at the tv clued me in (after the fact) that I really mustn't have been feeling well. So I became a temporary Olympic addict, all the while working on my brocade quilt, the one I tentatively started last summer but hadn't touched since. Looks like I'm going to finish it after all! Though in my grand tradition of mustering enthusiasm for new projects and failing to follow through, I've already filled a box with scraps of material that COULD be cut into quilting squares and am thinking I should go out and buy a little rolling cutter with a cutting board. Only, remember that two months ago those were scraps that COULD be made into stuffies.
Part of the appeal of quilting is that it's portable**; I can do it in the car or while watching tv; it doesn't require the amount of concentration required for stuffies, as it's all sewing in straight lines (for now!); once finished, it will have become a useful object that can be given as a gift should I need one or decide I don't want to keep it. With all the fabric piling up in my sewing room, I need to start thinking of ways to use it up quickly. Large, ruffly peasant skirts? Curtains? But the long, luxurious piece of wine red chiffon will be turned into a 20's-style evening frock, once I find a suitable pattern. It's just too gorgeous and sensuous-feeling to be anything else -- and there I was thinking it would be perfect to make ballet costumes! *pffft*
To get back to the television thing, I've been watching an awful lot of it lately, despite the fact that the next season of ANTM has yet to start and The L Word is still reruns. Mostly the Olympics have been to blame, and Friday evenings are when I get my What Not To Wear fix, but I find myself regularly sucked into episodes of CSI. I prefer the original one, due to the high sexy lady quotient. Of course it's silly, and I still can't get over the fact that they seem to do lab work in total darkness, but it's amusing to see just how convoluted the plots can get. I sometimes watch the Miami version as well, despite the fact that the cast is nowhere near as likeable. So last Friday I was flipping frantically between the Olympics on three different channels, TLC and whichever channel was showing CSI. Do I get a medal?
* I'm so tempted to make a pun out of that. Lists! :D
** I think the prospect of moving halfway around the world and having to wait a month for my sewing machines is addling my brain, so I'm under the impression that I have to stock up on portable projects. Yeah, like I'm really going to spend my first month in Tokyo sitting in our furnished apartment, sewing a quilt.
February was out to get me, but I skillfully dodged it by staying home even though I wasn't technically sick. However, just the fact that I didn't feel guilty in the least about missing class and the fact that I spent three whole days staring listlessly* at the tv clued me in (after the fact) that I really mustn't have been feeling well. So I became a temporary Olympic addict, all the while working on my brocade quilt, the one I tentatively started last summer but hadn't touched since. Looks like I'm going to finish it after all! Though in my grand tradition of mustering enthusiasm for new projects and failing to follow through, I've already filled a box with scraps of material that COULD be cut into quilting squares and am thinking I should go out and buy a little rolling cutter with a cutting board. Only, remember that two months ago those were scraps that COULD be made into stuffies.
Part of the appeal of quilting is that it's portable**; I can do it in the car or while watching tv; it doesn't require the amount of concentration required for stuffies, as it's all sewing in straight lines (for now!); once finished, it will have become a useful object that can be given as a gift should I need one or decide I don't want to keep it. With all the fabric piling up in my sewing room, I need to start thinking of ways to use it up quickly. Large, ruffly peasant skirts? Curtains? But the long, luxurious piece of wine red chiffon will be turned into a 20's-style evening frock, once I find a suitable pattern. It's just too gorgeous and sensuous-feeling to be anything else -- and there I was thinking it would be perfect to make ballet costumes! *pffft*
To get back to the television thing, I've been watching an awful lot of it lately, despite the fact that the next season of ANTM has yet to start and The L Word is still reruns. Mostly the Olympics have been to blame, and Friday evenings are when I get my What Not To Wear fix, but I find myself regularly sucked into episodes of CSI. I prefer the original one, due to the high sexy lady quotient. Of course it's silly, and I still can't get over the fact that they seem to do lab work in total darkness, but it's amusing to see just how convoluted the plots can get. I sometimes watch the Miami version as well, despite the fact that the cast is nowhere near as likeable. So last Friday I was flipping frantically between the Olympics on three different channels, TLC and whichever channel was showing CSI. Do I get a medal?
* I'm so tempted to make a pun out of that. Lists! :D
** I think the prospect of moving halfway around the world and having to wait a month for my sewing machines is addling my brain, so I'm under the impression that I have to stock up on portable projects. Yeah, like I'm really going to spend my first month in Tokyo sitting in our furnished apartment, sewing a quilt.
