It's almost midnight here, and since tomorrow I have to be fresh as a daisy for a five-hour workshop on drama and Jewish education, this is short und sweet. And also? I forgot to close the latch on the washing machine when I went to felt my purled beret, so it's now stopped up and I have to call the installator, who will charge me a fortune and make me leave classes in order to let him in, and which is basically a giant PITA, and which is keeping me from having a FO to tell you about.
(I'm felting it because it's just thismuch too big. It's such a cute hat, and I wanted to make a version that sort of matched my leaf cravat, which I made from a thick/ thin ivory merino--which is not the kind of yarn called for, and of course I didn't do a swatch, just eyeballed the damn thing, and figured that by winter my hair would be so long and so flowy and thick and lush (ha-ha, because my hair is mousy and fine fine fine) that the extra girth of the hat would be just fine. La-di-da. And I didn't have the right size needles, so I basically crippled myself using size 8's on this superthick yarn, and all that together equalled a nice light felt to fuzz it up and shrink it down. Of course, now I'll probably have a baby hat at the end of this. I am smacking my forehead in advance.)
School is ridiculous. Reeedic-uuuu--lous. I have no perspective yet on it, or the people in the program, or the program itself. My brain literally aches with all the new information poured into it, and I need a few days--days that I don't have right now--to make like a Borg and assimilate it. Although I have to say that the handsomest man in Jerusalem is studying at Pardes for Elul. British, smart, tall--a heartbreaker, I tell you! Too bad that just the idea of talking to him makes me feel like an awkward 8th grader. I'm contenting myself with just staring at him, instead. Cause that's much less uncool, right?
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