of course, me being me, I just spent the last three hours in wal-mart's fabric section:, trying not to run over anyone or thing in the rolly-cart. Don't know the proper name...  Electric wheeliebasket?

I did make sure that my leg was elevated, and protected from running into things. I also think I managed to make friends with the fabric section's manager... we were talking about injuries, sewing techniques, and ren faires while she was helping me find everything. I ended up not only getting everything on my list... but also another pattern(a cloak) and the fleece to make it. It ought to be warm and toasty when I'm done. I think actually, that I'm going to make it first, since it seems simpler than the others, and I'll have it for both warmth(it's been freakishly cold lately... almost like the middle of fall!) and for the faire costume. It's a navy fleece to match the dress (less thread to buy.. hehe), fairly heavy, but soft as heck. It'd make a nice blanket, too. I'm tempted to go back sometimes soon and get a proper lining fabric, maybe even the same color as I got for the bodice of the dress, which is a rich hunter green flannel, of the same type as I have waiting at the post office. I saw the identical blue flannel at the store, too, but it was over a dollar more than I paid. The green was on sale. I am actually kicking myself for not getting some more green for a cloak lining, but I was being rushed, so I didn't think of it until just now. Well, they'll have it later, I hope. so tomorrow morning, I sit in my rolling chair to sweep the floor and mop it, iron out my pattern while I wait for it to dry, and get to cutting. (floor is for layout purposes)

all in all, it hasn't been a horrible day. Surprising, really.

I did get complimented on my hairsticks, too, while I was there. A pretty young girl with past waist hair asked where I got them. I told her I made them, and explained how... she ran off yelling something that sounded like "mama I need to go to lowes and get a stick!"  Hee..

(((hugs))) I hope your feeling better soon!

glad it's not broken!!  Sounds like you're busy(hopefully to keep your mind off the pain!)  Would love to see a pic when you're done with the cloak!  How much yardage is needed,btw?  I've got 5 yards of 5 different colors,unfortunately they are 1 yard a piece!

well, it turns out the animal shelter isn't open on saturday afternoons anymore... so we have to wait until monday morning. Paul's been dithering and waffling about whether or not to get rid of voodou for months, but today, I think her actions smacked some sense into him. He had the frightening thought(and told me), "what if voodou'd attacked M. and then K.(me)? It'd make junkies sharing needles look like sitting on opposite sides of the room and ignoring each other!"  I think he's scared that one day it will happen.. and with that cat.. it's a definate possibility. I know they're going to euthanize her as soon as we leave her at the animal shelter, but the only other option would be to just... let her loose. and while she might be happier that way, it's a felony, and she'd be eaten by coyotes within a matter of days anyway. It's just kindest to let her slip off this plane of existance peacefully, rather than let her fight for her life. I hate that he's having to give up his cat, but... he brought up an interesting point today. "what would happen if/when we had kids? She would be able to hurt or kill a newborn easily, and so fast we wouldn't be able to stop her." he's even worried that Emma would accidentally hurt a baby by trying to snuggle up to it, and accidentally suffocating the kid. I explained that we had emma when I was babysitting my 1 month old niece last summer, and Emma avoided her almost completely (with the occasional approach-sniff-mini human! run away! thrown in). of course, the fact that he was the one who brought up the idea of emma and babies was like, " " is he planning something I don't know about?  No, he says, just a thought. Me personally? I figure we'll be ready for kids around the time my hair is thigh or knee length. He measures time by events ("oh, such and such happened two weeks after new years '99", or "yeah, that was right around the time I brought G. to harold's studio to meet <insert famous musician here> )... I measure time by hair length.

Speaking of which, I got my student ID from 11th grade in the mail the other day.I think it might be useful in getting my social security card. Anyway, though, I can't believe how short and horrible my hair was. It was the shortest I'd had it since I was 6 or 7... a dumb bob that sloped downwards towards the back.. the shortest sections were above my chin! I almost can't believe how long my hair's grown since then. in three years, it's gone from above chin, to about 2-3 inches from my hips!

Also: I've not washed my hair in over a week, and it definately shows. I've been keeping it braided, just because the grease-bucket look doesn't work. at all. The oilyness has gone so far down the strand that the top few inches of a ponytail is sorta stiff and icky. 

Now that he's had a couple of days to think about it, he's waffling again! what do I have to do, let her attack me again on a day that the shelter's open? that way he won't have time to think and second guess it. When he got voodou, she was only 5-6 weeks old, and a cute adorable kitten. it was the fact that she has a dominant personality anyway, combined with the fact that his last girlfriend abused her, combined with the fact that the idiotic junkie he used to employ (cheap labor  you get what you pay for) liked to play "see how far we can push the cat before it attacks... see if we can get it to attack sooner"... I can understand why she's agressively violent. she thinks all humans are trying to hurt her, and she'll be d@mned if she'll let them do it without a fight. However, just because I understand her motivation, doesn't mean I want to bloody well live with her.

Not only that, but... quite a few of our friends have kids. This cat could seriously hurt or possibly even kill a small child easily... she's already sent a grown woman to the hospital for umpteen stitches... voodou very nearly slashed an artery in Nat's wrist.

I don't know what he's going to decide, honestly.
I finished my cloak today, I'll get pictures up soon. It's quite cozy and warm. well, rather like wearing a fleecy blanket, only warmer due to the shoulder thingies. capelets, I think they're called.