Incoherent Scribblings

I guess I will do my goals real quick before I head out tonight.

For January, I wanted to:

• Participate in the January SAT. – No. I guess I must have spaced if off.
• Finish “Snowman Wisdom.” – Yep!
• Backstitch and start beading “Fairy Flora.” – More or Less. I finished the backstitching and I am ready to start beading.
• Participate in January NaBloPoMo. – Yep. Counting this entry, I posted 19 times in January.

For February, I plan to:

• Participate in the February SAT.
• Finish “Kitty Cottage Sampler.”
• Work on (and hopefully finish) “Summer’s Magic.”
• Start beading “Fairy Flora.”
• Participate in February NaBloPoMo.

I have managed to come down with a cold or sinus infection (I haven’t yet looked at my snot to determine which ailment I have contracted) and I have to teach a library instruction class tomorrow morning (yes, I know it’s Saturday, but we have distance ed classes on the weekends and I am usually asked to do one or two of them a semester) so I was going to hop into bed after I finished stitching tonight without an update, but then I made the mistake of looking at my Google reader and the progress pictures I saw there made me want to post a picture of what I have been working on too. (Sorry about the run-on sentence. It must be the Ibuprofen or the Sudafed talking. Most likely the Sudafed since it is essentially Speed.)

Here is “Kitty Cottage Sampler.” I am about 65% complete. Everything has been smooth sailing with the exception of the little gate. After stitching about half of the gate I decided to frog what I had done because the recommended ecru was practically invisible on the Lambswool. I substituted 762 and while it is still barely visible, I like it better than the ecru.

Man do I hate frogging over one! What a pain!

Iridescent Blue

The car was an iridescent blue that transformed into a metallic violet as it passed me and the setting sun reflected off its quarter panel.

School Bus

Today I saw a school bus in the parking lot and couldn’t help but imagine a giant Twinkie. It was the same shape and color and as I looked through the windows to the unfilled seats I thought of a time when I scooped all the filling out and left the center of the spongy cake empty and dark.

How do you describe fog without using a thousand and one clichés? I suppose you could say that this morning the fog was as thick as pea soup, but seeing as I have never seen nor eaten pea soup I am not sure about the accurateness of that cliché. The fog was pretty thick this morning, but to me it wasn’t thick enough to cut it with a knife.

One New Year’s Eve though I drove in a suffocating fog that made me feel like I was the only person on Earth. The headlights of my car bounced off the heavy vapor surrounding me and the ground-level clouds muffled sounds better than any sound studio could have.

The woman wore plastic-framed coral-colored eyeglasses that brought to mind an era of power suits with gigantic shoulder pads and hair styles that added at least two inches to one’s height. The woman’s small wrinkled face was dwarfed by the gigantic frames, but the apparent far-sightedness that the lenses were meant to correct magnified her eyes and gave them a buggy look.