So, apparently I am incapable of the 'daily post' lately, and this disturbs me to no end. Will try and reform my lazy ways this week, though I may have to settle for five of seven until Becher Haus runs more smoothly. The dishwasher has been broken for over a week, and the ensuing piles, nay, massive mountains of dishes this family generates has both overwhelmed and consumed me. I'm not a hand washing kind of girl. My sanity dictates that I have the proper tools for the job, which, up until two Fridays ago, was the damn dishwasher. My nerves and manicure are shot, and the repairman is supposed to be here tomorrow. Regular postings to resume once I'm free of dishpan hands.
The October newsletter is getting sent off today for tweaking. Sadly, the photos I'd planned to put in aren't going to be available, unless the UPS man pulls off a miracle and shows up with not just the new 'Harry Potter' Opal sock yarns, but the shipment from Lorna's Laces, as well. There is a special surprise in that shipment... the custom color samples for both the shop and this here blog. Yep. I may have completely slid out of my tree, but the custom colors idea totally grabbed my attention back at the start of summer when I ordered them. Now, I'm agonizing over names, because, while I could just call them "CamillaKnits" and "Clementine's", I thought they should have cutesier names like "smooches, pooches" (for the blog), and "air kiss" (for the shop). At any rate, this leaves me with a big, fat 'fingers-crossed' for the day. I go in to teach the sweater class at 2:00, so I'll know by tonight if I have photo fodder for the newsletter.
Today is also weigh-in day for WW, and according to my bathroom calendar, where I've started writing down my weight daily (I blame Herr Becher for this OCD madness... he started it), I have lost 5.6 lbs this week. I know. Nuts, right? I'm just following the program, not cheating, "writing before biting", and just generally making a nuisance of myself. I have also instituted a rigorous exercise regime this past week, called "watch Cami hitch up her pants repeatedly". I discovered flipping the waistband down would allow me to walk without the crotch of my jeans slipping more than three inches lower than it should, but srsly, I'm sick of my fat pants. They're exhausting. Dog is barking. Must go see what's what in the yard. *smooches, pooches* (See, that totally works for me. What say you?) C