i'm (hopefully) back with a vengeance

i've re-found my mojo. um... my craft mojo.

i've also discovered i need to quit my job. i think this post will be a massive "lists" post. here we go:

Reasons I Should Quit My Job

1) i apparently have to explain the color white to 15 year olds. if it is cream colored with gray stripes, it is not white.

2) also, cargo pants are not dress pants, a henley is not a button down shirt, and skaters do not count as "dress" shoes.

3) if you're here at 7:32 and the call time is 7:30, you're late. don't give me that "how could you?" look.

4) if i say use complete sentences, i sort of assumed that also means use complete words. apparently this needs explanation.

5) today, when i called a certain company to figure out why my order never made it from the rep to the actual company, they suggested next time i order i call a week later and make sure they got it, then told me no, they can't rush my order. awards assembly is tomorrow.

6) my boss is a cross between jabba the hut and a schizophrenic bull with a head shaped like a clove of garlic. god i hope no one knows about this blog.

7) i'm sure i have other reasons. i'm just too emotionally strung out to remember them.

8) oh, here's a good one. i have a club of parents who tried to get me fired because i didn't give their slacker children A's. it didn't work, but still.

Reasons I Love the Yarn Harlot

1) i am not a bad hoarder. in fact, by these standards, my stash nature is still of the "i can walk away from that yarn if i want to" type. though i do have my good stuff (read: wool, silk, bamboo, cotton, and natural fiber blends) in clear plastic storage boxes.

2) i am also an equal-opportunity non-finisher. my UFO list (UnFinished Objects) is well over 20 at this point. though it's not all crochet.

3) i am, also, a harlot. problem is i'm not just a yarn harlot, i'm a paper harlot, fabric harlot, and bead harlot. i also flirt with embroidery and cross stitch, but we're careful not to talk about one in front of the other.

4) thank heavens someone else is NORMAL when it comes to the trial and tribulations of working on projects. okay, "normal" might be a stretch... someone else who is obsessive about mistakes. i just ripped back four entire rows of an afghan for one missed stitch, because i was going to give it to someone else.

5) come on, she's the harlot. how could you not love her?

back to work. projects in the queue:
1 baby afghan (1/3 done)
1 brown, chestnut, ivory, and cranberry wedding afghan (um, 11/80 squares done)
1 ivory, charcoal, and deep turquoise wedding afghan (haven't started but due at the end of the summer!)
ringbearer pillow (need stuffing and embellishment)
flower girl basket (just the flowers!)
three, count 'em, three pairs of unfinished earrings i'm angeling for a swap (well, i have all the pieces...)
a half-covered cat. to clarify, a wooden cat, covered in bits of old dictionary
four placemats that need quilting and binding
a dress that needs taking in and hemming
a baby quilt for the hope chest, still needs the top put together
2/3 curtains for the living room, and we're moving out in july
a sweater vest that needs the rest of the back, sewing and edging
and, i admit, i have SMS.... second mitten syndrome.
also, i have SSS.... second slipper syndrome.
oh, and three pairs of earrings for, um, something else.

i think i forgot something.