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Jul. 15th, 2009 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichMy nickname should be Fafnir. I have a hoard of Splendor Silk embroidery thread which Lauren and Arni just helped me sort into piles of colors. Wow.
*gloat, gloat*
*Pet, pet*
"Pre-tty silk thread, lovely silk thread, oh my precious"
Wait. I'm mixing storylines. Blame it on the professor*.
The local supplier is retiring and what I have is all I'll be able to buy 'off the rack' rather than online. Lauren is going to visit and get her own hoard of colors in the next couple of days before the store is completely wiped out.
And then we're gonna play "Splendor Go Fish". I don't think I could risk "Splendor Poker".
Wait. I think I feel another gloat coming on. Must go admire my hoard again. The last time I felt like this was when all my "little bags for 12thNight" wool came in with allllll-llll those single balls of those lovely colors were arranged on the table for me to look at and plan combinations with and well, gloat over. After this month I'll have to buy one of those big thread colour-charts so I can see what colours I really want to order online. With the subtle differences in shade, there is no way I'm trusting a computer screen or even a print-out guide before I online-order my supplies. Luckily, I have a partner in crime who is going to go in with me for the cost of the chart.
But as for the rest of today, I'm going to bed**. Waited too long to learn that massive quanities of water & cranberry juice wasn't going to kick an (unusual for me) internal infection and doncha know, I'm in more pain than I expected during this post-doctor's visit/pre-antibiotic kick-in phase. Sleeping it off sounds really smart. Especially since I really need my brain for the next set of Pre-Pennsic sewing projects.
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* I'm reading "The Lay of Sigurn and Gudrun" by J. R. R. Tolkien right now. That's a mistake in the doctor's office, btw, as I got a tad grumpy when I kept getting interrupted by the nurse.
** After eating a handful of mixed peanut/peanut butter M&Ms that Istole borrowed from Arni's stash of desk-candies.
*gloat, gloat*
*Pet, pet*
"Pre-tty silk thread, lovely silk thread, oh my precious"
Wait. I'm mixing storylines. Blame it on the professor*.
The local supplier is retiring and what I have is all I'll be able to buy 'off the rack' rather than online. Lauren is going to visit and get her own hoard of colors in the next couple of days before the store is completely wiped out.
And then we're gonna play "Splendor Go Fish". I don't think I could risk "Splendor Poker".
Wait. I think I feel another gloat coming on. Must go admire my hoard again. The last time I felt like this was when all my "little bags for 12thNight" wool came in with allllll-llll those single balls of those lovely colors were arranged on the table for me to look at and plan combinations with and well, gloat over. After this month I'll have to buy one of those big thread colour-charts so I can see what colours I really want to order online. With the subtle differences in shade, there is no way I'm trusting a computer screen or even a print-out guide before I online-order my supplies. Luckily, I have a partner in crime who is going to go in with me for the cost of the chart.
But as for the rest of today, I'm going to bed**. Waited too long to learn that massive quanities of water & cranberry juice wasn't going to kick an (unusual for me) internal infection and doncha know, I'm in more pain than I expected during this post-doctor's visit/pre-antibiotic kick-in phase. Sleeping it off sounds really smart. Especially since I really need my brain for the next set of Pre-Pennsic sewing projects.
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* I'm reading "The Lay of Sigurn and Gudrun" by J. R. R. Tolkien right now. That's a mistake in the doctor's office, btw, as I got a tad grumpy when I kept getting interrupted by the nurse.
** After eating a handful of mixed peanut/peanut butter M&Ms that I
