Faux-k art

That K is the sound of Ms. Ravelled, gagging on her indignation.

I am not the proud new owner of a small red wooden phone booth. Why not, you ask? When I got to Hobby Lobby, the ones on display were cheaply made, and the shelf in the middle turned out to be glued in, and the price was twice what I remembered from Saturday. I would have begrudgingly paid the $20 I saw then, if the quality were better. I am not paying $40 for something that was thrown together in such a fashion as to make slapdash a compliment of the highest order. [Even if it is red.]

So I went to Sprouts and spent the $20 I had earmarked for frivolity, on food. Plus a dollar for autism research. And brought home a $5 bill to donate for Lee National Denim Day on Friday. Just to clear my palate.

I guess the good news is, I won’t have to come up with a Supergirl costume for Faith or Temperance. That equals more happy knitting time.

I seem to have mislaid another two pounds. If you find them, please don’t feel obligated to mark them return to sender. I am rather pleased, if mystified, by this turn of events, although if it keeps up, I will be in the next smaller size of jeans by the end of the month. I hadn’t really planned on buying new jeans anytime soon.



This just in from our news bureau. At 30 inches, it’s theoretically tall enough for even Blessing to stand upright in. [The other was 12-15 inches tall.] But I suspect the shelves are not merely glued in. Without looking inside, I imagine that they are impeccably dado’ed, making this thing of beauty utterly useless to me. Good thing: half-price, it’s still over $100!!!

If Dad were still alive, I could show him this picture, and he would make me one just like it, and it would be perfect. When I was married to FirstHubby, I designed our waterbed frame. Dad built it. I designed an elaborate jewelry box. He drilled maybe a hundred tiny holes in dividers for the drawer to hold my post earrings. Those holes lined up like infantrymen on inspection. The drawer moved smoothly. The joinery was perfect. There was a mirror [of top-quality glass] inside the lid, and a really cool knob on top, with two smaller ones to match on the front of the drawer. When our house was burglarized in 1982, the thieves stole my jewelry box, not realizing that the box was far more precious to me than anything it contained.

I wonder if the new guy has woodworking tools out in his garage? Everything I know about him, suggests that he might. Now there’s a happy thought!

Knit Night tonight, and yes, Aisling, the new red yarn is in my bag for proper appreciation. [I was mistaken about the other silk laceweight: it’s Claudia, not Schaefer.]