between cooking,
sewing, knitting, drinking too much wine (alone), watching a wrestling documentary and too much figure skating, and re-evaluating my life in general, I think I left the house twice (liquor store run, crafty planet run).
t.h. is still going strong on the detox while I putzed out early in the running (day two to be exact), i'm being a supportive girlfriend and cooking my junk off for him. made a fabulous cabbage stew from 101cookbooks blog(sounds like old people nosh, and my house smelled like a retirement home, but damn gina, that shit tasted mah-velous!).
whipped up a penne/italian sausage/radicchio/pecorino bake last night that was a hit (as you can tell from the emptiness of the pan--)
frogged a sweater i enthusiastically finished a few weeks ago (made me look like a fridge box):
and started working on the winter coat from a Built-By-Wendy pattern that i bought back in october.
ps I'm a terrible sew-er. this whole project is terrifying! and I'm not the type that makes stuff exactly like the shit tells you to, so i doubled up the lining and quilted it, chanel-style,
(it's actually black, not euro-trash-silver) but now i'm not sure if it's actually going to work with the wool i bought...could be a very expensive fuck-up-
to distract myself, i started knitting from one of the bah-zillion knitting books i got for xmas only to realize that the chick had good intentions and brilliant ideas, but fuck, bitch can't write a pattern to save her life! seriously this is as far as i've gotten:
on this sweater (pardon the flash, someone needs to get me some god-damned photoshop)
i've ripped this shit up so many fucking times i'm about to shove that dildo of a size 19 circular needle into my eye and hope it comes out my ear so i can strangle myself with it!
looks simple right? chiggity check yo' self before you do it cause apparently you need to be a master knitter and just assume everything in order to pull that shit off. yeesh!
i did spruce up my forest of geraniums though. so if you want a plant come april, holla at your girl cause i'm gonna have more than i know what to do with-
all those glasses along the bottom shelf will be bloomin plants ready for pots soon, very soon.
managed to watch the self-destruction of the ultimate warrior last night. what a hoot! seriously, my bitches and I were HUUGE wwf fans back in our 11-year-old days in nodak. seeing all of this again brings back memories. sigh
i'll buck it up later though. i've got a copy of ratcatcher (one of the best movies of recent) and my new best friend:
Terenzi, Cesanese del Piglio. Almost better than sex...maybe not.
Managed to catch one of the biggest cheese-ball events on tv today, Fashion on Ice. the only redeeming thing about it was when some 'mo skated to billie jean in a bedazzled-to-fuck heatherette costume (ps richie rich is my dream-come-true hero. if only i could be so pretty all the fucking time! seriously, he must be made of angelic plastic. for real. and mr. cowboy, oh how i wish to the high heavens you weren't as gay as sin)
so it's been real. i guess i'm trying to start as much crap as i can before t.h. leaves for tour on the 2nd so i have something to keep busy with. all of the face-stuffing has probably been because of that too. i'll just have to fill my lonely nights with that cranberry infused vodka i've been eyeballing every time i go to surdyks, pilates, and this poor little scrap who has been neglected by mama this weekend
and my kitchen could use some tcb tlc
:i'm off to visit the fawns-
