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I've found some really lovely rovings on eBay tonight. Yummy colors... look to be dreamy soft... not too expensive... And I still haven't gotten the exhaust work done on my car, so I get to spend no money on me right at the moment.

Add to that the fact that I am now officially unemployed. Kimball's closed tonight; I got in something like 14.5 hours in the last two days, plus three earlier in the week plus fat tips the last two days means Diane gets decent-ish scratch. I've discovered that looking semi-pathetically cold garners you pity tips. And flirting with elderly gentlemen gets you "I wish I was thirty years younger/you remind me of my grand-daughter" tips. I like this "people giving me moiney for being nice to them" thing. I'm thinking about going over to this diner in Salem and applying for a job. They don't do dinner, just breakfast and lunch, so I could still do karate, and I love breakfast crowds. I'd better decide quick, though, before I have to take a job doing accounting shit in Andover. Bleah.

In "brush with greatness" news, I met Clint Eastwood's wife tonight. She was nice enough, but she seemed to think that name dropping would make grapenut ice cream magically appear. My boss thought she was a lunatic, and it was hard for me to see her face, but I looked up pics of her and Clint. It was her, all right. Wish I could have accomodated her, but all we had left was strawberry, soupy butterscotch, and three or four flavors of homemade frozen yogurt. Still, it was kinda neato.

I have found way too many unspun fibers tonight that make me go "oooh." I need a spinning wheel, and I need my mom to learn to knit better so I have someone to use my yarn! I think I want to learn to spin silk. It just sounds too, too yummy.

This week has been strenuous at the dojo; I was there for all my classes, plus an extra on Thursday with Joe. That was a lot of fun; I like teaching with him. I'd ask to switch over if it wasn't my riding lesson night. Then again, all bets are off if I pass The Test.

le sigh... I'm surfing eBay as I write this, and finding more and more lovely rovings in more and more amazing colors that I'd love to spin... a seller said that 4 oz of wool would make a lovely shawl. I need to weigh what I have; Wolfie said he didn't think that what I have would make much, but I'm spinning it up so fine and it's spinning so economically, that I think I'll do all right. I would like to spin a little bulkier, but then again, there's nothing that says I have to make only two ply yarn. I'm actually thinking of S-plying my Z-spun singles, then Z-plying the plied yarn. Makes an interesting cabled-look yarn, which I think would be neato for mittens or socks. And I want to spin some up for bellatrixx, who is swiftly becoming a dear, dear friend and who is encouraging me to learn to knit. I know that she'd really appreciate it. (darkwolfie's mom crochets, I think, but I'm not sure she'd appreciate hand-spun yarn, so as much as I wish I could impress her by giving her some, I doubt that I would, so I probably won't bother. Kinda sad, but I'll get over it.) Ooh... and there's Falklands wool, and Icelandic... I say again... le sigh...

I guess I should get to bed. There's Crown Tourney in the morning, and I need to get up for it.

i feel: artistic artistic

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