Good Fences

Ooh, I'm pissed. Okay, I'm sorry the grape vine is growing over the fence into my neighbor's bush, but the grape vine was there first. I told them it was fine if they cut it back...and they thought it was fine to cut it OFF. Which wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't included my black raspberries with it. They didn't get them all, but half my production is gone. I'm so. PISSED.

What makes me even more pissed is that Erica's mother, who was helping her, got all pissy back at me, tried to tell me that it WASN'T black raspberries...HELLO!!! This is my fucking yard, I think I know what I have. If you had stayed on your property, you wouldn't have destroyed MY plants.

I should have clarified that I'd help clear out the branches. But how was I supposed to know they'd come into my yard to tear out my plants? ARGH!!! Really. REALLY. PISSED!!!!!

Truth in Advertising FAIL

For the first time in five years, I tried ordering slacks over the internet, because they advertised small waist and full hips. As we can see, they got the full hips right, but small waist - not so much.



I hate that stupid pooch. They go back. At least I got some cute shoes, so the order was worth it.

State Fair

When I was younger, I was in 4-H. I wanted to join the Girl Scouts, but I think it cost more money or something, and Mom had been in 4-H, so 4-H I joined. I have to say I learned some useful skills, like running meetings and presentations and all that other business stuff, but I hated it at the time. I also really enjoyed the project I did for the fair. Not the goal-setting or documentation, but the actual learning how to sew, refinish, and baking. (I also learned the art of procrastination and coming up with goals and documentation after the project was done, so that was a useful skill, too.) I was a nervous presenter, too, so the interviews with judges at the county fair were pretty stressful, too. But the year I was chosen to send on a pair of pajamas I had designed myself to the State Fair was a very proud moment.

Now come to find out, all that rigmarole of county judging is superfluous. I can submit any old thing to the State Fair for judging. At the urging of one of the other knitters in my group at my LYS, I decided to enter one of my knitting projects. The only one I finished within the past year that I still have access to or hasn't been used is my Inga Hat, and I'm pretty excited to show it at the fair.



I'm actually going to go to the fair this year so I can see it on display. Plus, all that food on a stick. I'm trying one of those deep fried somethings this year, diet be damned.