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Merino! Beads! They go together so naturally, like ice-cream and rootbeer. Like anything crafty the more I practice making beaded yarn the more pleasurable the process becomes. I am particularly fond of the light green one, the glass on the beads is actually blue and the paint inside is bright pink. On the light blue skein the beads are lime green glass. Sometimes I’ll get beads at the Craft Warehouse, but Wal-Mart sometimes carries nice e-beads for less (have to be careful, I’ve gotten some really bad beads there too.)

I spent much of Saturday going through the linens and throwing out the old ones, then washing anything in the back of the closet or down where the cats like to nap. Then in a remarkable (for me) wave of organization skills I sorted them all into stacks by use; master bed, childs bed, baby bed, and so forth. I put a plastic crate at the bottom of the closet on its side (so that the open part faces out) and then stuffed the throw away linens into an old pillow case, arranged it into a comfy cat bed then laced it with catnip– fortunately my dad’s cats seem to enjoy this new arrangement, even though Blackie initially seemed put out by all this activity in ‘her’ closet.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, so my mom came by with her husband. It was a nice visit, my Mom gave me a sweat-shirt with a teddy bear and hearts on it, which was a sweet (if somewhat weird) gesture and I gave her a pin with a heart and angel on it. My husband and I were baffled by the sweat-shirt (as we are by most of her gifts) in that as much as it will probably fit size wise, the whole idea of me voluntarily wearing anything with teddy bears on it is, at best, unrealistic.

Unless the teddy bear was wearing a motorcycle jacket and sneering– wearing a motorcycle jacket and brandishing knitting needles and sneering; I’d wear it then.

I did find out though (because no one actually bothers to call me and tell me what’s going on) that my step-sister Jenny will not be getting married again this fall. This frees up the mohair lace weight that I set aside for her wedding shawl as the break up is for good this time (or so they say, I never know, I could get a phone call a week before a ceremony saying “Oh, yes, its back on– No one told you?”)

I do hope that she’s not expecting me to knit the shawl for her anyway, because I’m really ticked-off at her for not calling and telling me herself at this point (this last incarnation of the wedding was scheduled for August and I have already contributed a large amount of time, energy, personal resources, and effort) as well as doing the same thing for her vow renewal thingie for her first (last?) marriage (the one that ended less than a year after the thingie cited above.) Don’t misunderstand, I’m not peeved about the cancellation, I’m peeved that I wasn’t informed so I could work and plan accordingly.