Blowin' the dust off

Whooooosh!!!!!!!
That's the sound of dust being blown off a blog that has been languishing for far too long. That is about to change, my friends. My computer is up and running again, thanks to young friends who understand computer things better than I. Today, I am digging out, organizing, and preparing to return to Sweaterhag's Lair.
(Or some facisimilie of) ;)
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A 49-year-old walks into a bar...

...and orders a drink to go with her lunch. The 20-something waitress says fine, but I need to see an ID. The 49-year-old woman laughs, looks at the 20-something, and says "...you're kidding, right?" The 20-something, not laughing, says "...IF YOU APPEAR TO BE UNDER 30, I NEED TO SEE AN ID." Resisting the urge to leap over the bar to kiss the 20-something, the 49-year-old displays the ID in question, then proceeds to call husband to gloat.

I'm still smiling, and I left her a fat tip.

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First FO 2008

Finally, I have a FO for 2008















This is the medicine bag for a colleague. It's half a skein of Fleece Artist cashmere/silk, my own design using a Barbera Walker stitch pattern. I'm pretty happy with the way it came out, although if I ever make another one, I will use magic loop, which I only thought of after I was all the way done.
Genius. geesh!

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P.S. Ignore messy bookshelves in the background. Spring cleaning is underway at my house.

The Horror

I'm one of those who never thinks about my hair. Wash and go, the less fuss, the better. Until something goes horribly wrong, and now I'm thinking about my hair all the time. Yes, I'm going grey; that's just unavoidable at my age, and can be concealed by some clever camouflage. But I am in the middle of a hair crisis, and I have no one to blame but me.

I bought a new curling iron last week, one that cranks up to an impossible degree Fahrenheit. I need really high heat, as I have straight as a stick, curl resistant hair, and if I don't add at least a little curve to the front, well, let's just say that I can pass for Broomhilda.

So when I went to buy a new curling appliance after my old faithful died, I was lured to the clearance table by the promise by high heat at 50% off. Bad move. I have managed to totally burn off the front of my hair, and more is so damaged that I expect to lose it. There will be no waiting until February 14th for cut and color; I am in the middle of a full blown hair emergency. I was going to post a picture, but I can't stand to face the horror.

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Bad Hair Post

What the heck is going on with my hair? I noticed this week that the color up front is changing, and not to gray! It's changing to a different shade of brown, like I'd tried coloring a section with shoe polish.

So today, I'm brushing it out after washing it, and I notice that a whole section right up front is missing, whacked off about 1 inch from my scalp!

What the heck is going on here? I'm not doing anything different with my hair; wash and go pretty much sums it up for me, and that's the way I like it. Is this a side effect of my advancing age? I turn 49 and my hair freaks out? Are that cats having some fun at my expense while I'm sleeping?
WTF?

Till tomorrow

Fuddle

I've got 20 minuets till midnight and nothing to blog about. Even my old stand by, cat photos, is failing me. I'm too tired to see, and the computer is taking full advantage of my fuddle. Thank heaven for spell-check!
Till tomorrow

Reality Check

After the virtual-reality highs of the last two days, reality bit me in the arse today; the Blog-goblins ate the well crafted post that I had prepared. So I just have a couple of minuets during the commercials of "The Sarah Conner Chronicles" to fulfill my daily blog duties. I'll do better tomorrow.

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