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March 25, 2005

Yep, I'm Anal

It has been brought to my attention that no one else on the face of the earth has ever spent so much time picking out a silly paint color.  Yep, it's true.  You're lookin' at anal retentiveness at its very best (or is it worst?).  I could offer some moderate form of justification, which mostly involves blaming all of my problems on Travis, who is completely sure that the best paint color in the whole wide world is white, but you wouldn't believe me and it wouldn't really be true (although the part about Travis does account for some of my insanity).  The sad truth is that I'm anal and a bit lazy because I don't want to have to repaint if I hate the color I finally choose.  There you have it.  Do you still like me after my ugly truths have been exposed?  Because of my terrible indecisiveness and clear lack of vision (is that an oxymoron?), painting is off for this weekend.  I've decided (in all my anal geniusness) that it's better to be sure that I really love the color before I buy a couple of gallons and slather in on the walls.  Oh well, more knitting and shopping to be had - who can complain about that?  Not me, I tell ya.

By request, this is a picture of the Phildar cardigan that I'm planning to make when the Rebecca wrap is finished.  I gave in to my insecurities yesterday and called Knit Happens to inquire about other yarn selections for this little project because I'm thinking the Jo Sharp might be too heavy.  I talked to the most delightful lady and she's sending me one ball each of a couple of choices they have that are closer to the given gauge.  My analness will not allow me to actually wait for the pattern to arrive (which actually may never happen) and then swatch the Jo Sharp and see how it is.  Nope, I have already decided in my feeble little mind that it isn't going to work (not that that will stop me from swatching it too, just to prove that in fact I was right) and have moved on to other choices.  Somehow it really isn't comforting to know that I'm a complete wacko, but when is reality comforting?

My in-laws are coming for Easter this weekend and in a complete departure from my regularly anal nature (have you had enough on this topic yet?) I have made absolutely no plans for Easter dinner.  Travis and I decided last night that we're going to make reservations at a local restaurant and call it good, but I have yet to actually accomplish this task.  Maybe today - that might be a good idea since today is Friday and Easter is on Sunday - just maybe.

Rather than painting my Mother-in-Law and I are going to go to Ft. Collins tomorrow and go to the yarn store (and maybe this one too) and the cooking store.  It will be a fun girls' day.  I wonder how much trouble I'll get in?  I'd bet on a lot.  Oh well, what's the harm in yarn.  It's not like it hurts anybody.  Right?

Have a great day.  I'll let you know what little wonders I find on my shopping expedition.