Arrrrrghhhhh!!!

Yes, that was the sound of insane shrieking. Delight in Severina's pain. Grr.

This is the time of year where we design the new line at work, print up the year's catalogs, and do a trade show so we can eat. In the midst of this there is much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

For the past two weeks or so my employer has been designing new prototypes which she then hands over to me with a totally misguided sense of my competence. I take assloads of measurements (a depressing percentage of which are wrong), label the types and colors of glass and/or fancy metalwork, and draw up working patterns for the production line. Later in the year these patterns will cause much hilarity and confusion among the employees. Oddly, I am then allowed to handle sharp technical pens and draw up the prototypes as black & white line drawings for the Accursed Catalog, the layouts of which I leave to your imagination. Much of the process involves things normally imagined only by Hieronymus Bosch and leaves me in a cold sweat for at least three months or so every year. Remind me when I get a new job to never ever say I know jack shit about computers.

In the meantime, whilst I wade through my pile-o-emails, please play a couple of rounds of Find the Spotted Thing.


P.S. I have finished the Victorian stockings and they fit. This weekend we'll be again buried under about 10 inches of snow so there will be pictures posted maybe Saturday. I also got some new 1940s sweater patterns to put up at the Stitch-O-Rama. I took out a little of my Catalog Fury on some yarn and got one sweater started already and it promises to knit up pretty fast.

Back to Catalog Purgatory for a couple more hours.

Feh.