From the land of utter ridiculousness

Just when I think the litigiousness of society has reached a new peak in silliness, it tops itself. And this time, not a private lawsuit, but a state prosecutor, who is actually managing to make headway. My morning surf through Scout's blog included a reference to Julie Amero, the substitute teacher who has been convicted of endagering a minor after spyware popped up pornographic ads on the computer during class. Google for it. Check Scout's website: http://www.scoutj.com/ as well.

I promise a more in depth update on what I've been up to later. After the wallowing stupidity I've been drowning in for days manages to dry up. *sigh*

The promised update

Sooo... the wedding insanity continues. Alaina and I both spent far too long feeling like we accomplished too little, I think, last Wednesday. Still, she took me to lunch at Bono's. Which was deeply appreciated. The Wedding (TM) approaches like an oncoming train. Too much to do, too little time, and an absolute motivation vacuum. *sigh* Hopefully, this weekend when I get back to the folks' place from Golden Seamstress I can fit Mom and Dad for their various "stuff" and be ready to roll. Then it's going to be pull-out-all-the-stops time and lack of sleep to get everything done, I suspect. I now estimate that I'll have spent about twice as much time on Wendy's wedding than I did on my own.

Meanwhile, I'm itching to get at other things. Darling desperately needs a new gambeson. The points on his are wearing out. He asked me to mend it - 12 hours before Val Day. I laughed with a slight edge of hysteria. But it will need to be fixed soon, or replaced. Problem - his next one I intend to be a grande aisette. So first I need to finish the toile for that, make a cotehardie from it, test the fit, and modify to a gambeson weight. Errrrr.

I also need to get cracking on Alaina's Court Barony scroll. And start the Laurel scroll I've been commissioned to do - as soon as he decides precisely what he wants. He wants a Russian pieces with lots of gold, maybe gold text, adorned heavily. My Russian sources are pretty minimal, so I'm REALLY struggling.

Boo needs summer garb. Badly. I'm thinking linen shift and Flemish Kirtle. That way, a wool overgown will transition the whole outfit into the fall.

I need a new summer gown. Yeah, I know. Not bloody likely.

And I've decided that what I really want to do when I grow up is hand dye sock yarn. Mostly because I'm easily fascinated by bright colors and would love nothing better that to play with them all day. So maybe if the Michigan Fiber Fest runs another workshop this year, I'll be able to go. My first sock yarn is on it's way. Yippeee! And whilst surfing for more, I stumbled across a project knitting black regulation socks for Soldiers. Wool being so much better for feet that spend a long time in boots than anything else. Hmmmm... if I get to spend much time knitting socks, I might set myself a goal of doing one pair of Soldier's socks for every 4 fun sets. And maybe even a set of Eleanor of Toledo's stockings if I feel the need for a challenge.

I'm hiding from work. In the last few days I've been dragged out for 3 "emergencies" that weren't, been threatened and screamed at by a woman who insisted I screwed up her dog's surgery, when in fact he licked out the sutures, and had my answering service complain to my office manager that I'm just mean and nasty. Mostly because I have this strange belief that my answering service should be able to page the correct doctor with the correct phone number with better than 80% accuracy. Silly me.

Back to the wedding sewing.....