Fluff, Dreck, and Flotsam

I finished Dad's hat last night, while I tried to call him for his birthday... With four kids and a living parent and a niece in the hospital, Dad probably got lots of calls last night, which would be why I only TRIED to call him for his birthday... Over a 2 hour period, I didn't get anything but a busy signal on the home phone.

But that's OK, because the hat is done and will be mailed over the weekend: ( Pics behind the cut. )

I figured a research chemist could appreciate a heterocyclic molecule hat if anyone could... Yay hat!

Now if I can just get through the rest of today in this stupid outfit. Wednesday Adams was cute, but her outfits didn't have nearly enough pocketses.

Braaaaaaaaiiiiiiins.

Yeah. I'm kind of a zombie this morning. I stayed up until 2:00 in the morning "sewing like the wind" to finish up quackersbob's tabard. Not all the seams have "finished" edges, but I think it'll hold up to heavy fighting and teenage-boy attempts at "laundry." (For all I know, he's actually better at laundry than I am. My attempts at laundry are STILL in the category of "teenage boy.")

Anyway, despite the slight slap-happiness, I'm actually feeling pretty good. Two months ago, I'd have been a BASKET CASE on 5 hours sleep, but right now I actually feel like my old self. Fidgety but productive, I have trouble sitting down for long periods of time, but I've been getting a remarkable number of projects finished lately.

I think quackersbob is a great kid, and I probably would have made him garb anyway if gwyneth1362 wasn't already an accomplished seamstress, but really the thing that keeps me going on something I'd normally consider a "snore fest of mass production" is Zig's delighted pronouncements of satisfaction upon seeing his guys all dressed up pretty in matching tabards. (This is one of those things that makes him the Best Boyfrend EVAR. He is very generous in his appreciation for my string related skills, and his encouragement has been most inspiring to me. I've never finished as many projects in my life as I have since I've moved to Madison.) He thinks that the tabard is going to be a bit big on quackersbob but I pointed out that teenagers grow insanely fast, and I have no intention of making another tabard for the kid in 6 months. Plus, Tabards are *very* easy to take in. I'm sure I could teach quackersbob to do it himself if it bothers him.

I'm still not sure if I'm going to be at the event this weekend. Day before yesterday I found out that my Papa is going to be working on an "emergency troubleshooting" out in Kenosha today. If the project goes past the time when he's supposed to catch his flight, he'll be in WI for the weekend, and I'll get to show him around Madison. I really miss my Papa and half wish he'll miss his flight. He should call me around 5:00 and let me know whether or not he's checked in at the airport. Until then, I won't be sure if I should be cleaning the house like mad or tearing apart my room hunting for clean garb...

In a bit, I'm going for lunch with naughtyaelf who is finally working across the street from me again. She worked somewhere else for most of the summer so our bi-weekly schedule of lunching together was interrupted. I haven't had a chance to hang out with her for a while. If I DO end up going to the Rose Tourney, she's been kind enough to agree to stop by the house on Saturday and check on the dogs, and rescue any packages that the mailman may have left languishing on the porch. I'm expecting something like 7 packages of string and tastey books right now, so package languishment would make me insane with worry. I'm very happy that naughtyaelf lives close enough to keep me from worrying all weekend about either Dogs or packages.