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i keep having dreams that are set in target. nightmares, rather. in my dream, the pharmacy would not fill a script for jake and accused him of having a drug problem. a side note is that jake doesn’t take medicine for the most part. who knows? not me.

i finished slipper number 2, they look the same, are the same size, all systems go! although the heel could have used some shaping, as it is square(?) and the toe is just pulled through the stitches and secured, so there is a hole that has to be sewn up. i was going to try to use the cheap-o knitting spool i bought with all the needles and could not figure out how to use it. i went to a bunch of different sites and decided that knitting i-cord cannot possibly be any harder, no? stupid thing. i think i may just sew some buttons on the front or leave em plain, they are really pretty. i better take a photo before giving them away.

we are supposed to meet at the ligonier tavern for my mom in law’s birthday this afternoon, where hopefully she will not think that my gift is super suck city.

my mom stopped in the shop yesterday, and walked with a limp, due to her back pain, on and off, on and off? what? hm. anyway, she showed me a scarf that her friend made for her, that makes stuff for boutiques..it was eros black and gray railroad yarn and a but of fun fur at the ends(blech!) and was maybe 3 inches wide. and maybe 3 feet long. my mom was unimpressed. i asked her if she would buy a scarf like that, and she said why should she pay for knitted goods, i could just make it for her. so, rather than say, “you make much more interesting things” she acts like i run a carwash(no offense to carwash owners) and why would she pay someone else to get her carwashed? strange? she asked me to knit her a baby blanket for the twins who are slated to be born any minute, like it will take me a few days to make 2 of them and i should use nice yarn, and that will be really cheap, too. she doesn’t appreciate things that she can’t do, she just thinks, you can buy it, who cares? i wonder if the things i knit her have any value to her? it bums me out, because normally it is a reflection that you care about someone, that you spent the time to make them something, just for them, and most people really love the things i make, they mean a lot to them, but my mom is not like that. they are just things. sad. she is a hard person to be close to.

i best get up and do my thing.

have a nice sunday…
n.