Hope springs eternal... *

Historically, I am big on ideas and short on staying power (see:  long-forgotten knitting projects, New Year's resolutions, wedding photo albums (sorry, Mom), dozens of unfinished short stories, two abandoned proto-novels, learning to cook, getting in shape, ad infinitum). Therefore, I'm not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to purchase this cross-stitch kit to make for my dad:



I've got to be kidding, right?




I started it yesterday, against my better judgement. I haven't cross-stitched anything larger than a bookmark (as a joke for my dear friend The Untamed Shrew. It said, "You are a great friend to me and you have a lovely purple ass." LONG story, but she loved it.) since I was about twelve.

I started sorting and separating the thread at 3:00 PM. By 11:00 PM, this is what I had accomplished:



Let's take a closer look, shall we?


Well, at least you guys know what I'll be doing with my quiet evenings from now until the end of fucking time.




Also, while we're on the subject of slightly weird, geeky projects, the carnivorous plant terrarium came out of the fridge on Sunday, after "stratifying" for two months.


According to the directions, the seeds will probably take another 3 to 6 weeks to germinate. They really should put a big red label on the outside of the box warning that these things do not make a good project for someone with the patience of a gnat.