And presenting...the Glitter@#$%ingspun Las Vegas Hooker Shawl

I was planning to post earlier than this, because I finished this puppy on Sunday, but it's finals week, and all my computer time is spent writing finals. This is both a pain in the patookus and a validation at the same time--as much as it feels like I haven't taught Jack Crap or his brother Bob this semester, it's very nice to write a final and go, "Oh, yeah--there is some shit these snot spitters should know--if they weren't paying attention that's their bad."

Anyway, I finished the abhorred Glitterspun Shawl--didn't you hear my whoop of relief from the four corners of the globe? No? I must be out of whooping-practice then, because the fact that I never have to see that Goddess-benighted piece of crap again is like a load of snot-spitting sophomores shoveled out of my classroom. (Goddess, if only...) Anyway, that being said, I've got pictures--just to prove I haven't been bitching about sunspots on my cerebral cortex left over from looking at that horrible yarn. Knotting the fringe was almost the worst part--it's a skill I've never attempted, and it was really pissing me off, but then the twin gods (right now they're named Irony and Satire) cut me a fucking break and Wendy came to help me out. It turns out she knots fringe all the time--except it's attached to her horses and it's for decking the two-ton beasties out for competition. It took me an hour and a half to do the first 1/2 of the fringe, and she finished the second half in 1/2 an hour--talk about humbling!

So, Top Sheep will be my next post, but right now I really have to get to writing that final, so I'm just going to leave you with the Glitter*&^%ing spun shawl and Wendy, my best friend, who really is that adorable--if any 40 year old can pull this thing off, it's Wendy--as well as a couple of pix of the cuter member of my family with her grandpa Bill. (Yes, that grandpa Bill. Nothing was said during this visit of Scumyuk or Crow, and I was very glad that he came.) I just previewed, and realized that the picture of Kewyn was lost in translation, and one of the pix of Wendy is sideways--and the other has her eyes closed. Trust me that Wendy is adorable, and that Kewyn really did sit on Grandpa's lap--everything else is self-explanatory.

Oh yeah--one more thing--

About BOUND...

If I told you that BOUND is experiencing a publishing delay related to the Shanghai earthquake, would you all believe me? It appears that my publishing company's art department is in, well, Shanghai, and the earthquake cut their internet lines. All I had to do was check the f@#$ing manuscript to make sure they'd made all my changes, and they can't get the final proofs to me. I hate this feeling. It's like forgetting to brush my teeth for two weeks...I want this manuscript OUT OF MY HANDS and on it's way to the press...but I'm being selfish and I know it, and it's not like Shanghai doesn't have more important things to worry about. But that doesn't mean I don't need to go brush my teeth...again.