Dishclothes, dishclothes, dishclothes...

So my mom dropped off a bag of 4 balls of Bernat Handicrafter Cotton so that I could make some dishclothes. Its a quick way to make a bit of change, so I crocheted them while watching a great documentary called The 70's Dimension. Its a steady stream of 70's era TV commercials that will have you in an acid flashback like no other. Some of them, like the L&M cigarettes and a seatbelt safety commercial put out by the State of Washington Traffic Safety Commission had me laughing out loud. I also managed to get a glimpse of my own vintage stereo system (apparently called "The Gothenberg") in a Packard Bell commercial. It is worth renting, if you can find someone that has it.
During the movie, I managed to get six disclothes done. I can get one regular square and then a smaller one (I did one triangle, one circle and one oval) out of each 50g ball. I can't get the pics to upload to the blog, so maybe I'll add them later. On the other hand, I suppose everyone knows what dishclothes look like; not terribly exciting shit, really.

Mini-handled purse

I have a new pattern. I designed it one night while watching CBC's Hatching, Matching and Dispatching (Newfie comedic genius!). It was made to go with the Rebecca scarf from Cool Crochet which I made with the same Patons Brilliant. I also added purple glass beads to the edges of the scarf and the bottom edge of the purse. I think that Grandma Vereana will love them.

You can find the pattern here.

We're not gonna take it....anymore.

I have been staying on top of my crocheting (trying to finish the cardigan and the preemie stuff for the hospital) but I have become completely obsessed with the two sisters from Mississauga who have been convicted of drowning their mother. I've read everything I can find online from the Bob Mitchell coverage for the Toronto Star, to the transcript of the judges findings at Murdering Whores, to the email conversations at TuckerMax. I am more and more stunned at every step. I was so sympathetic when I first heard about them; it seemed like such a tragic story, two teenage sisters so desperate for an answer to life with their alcoholic mother that they feel the only answer is to kill her. But the more I read, the more I see them for the twisted sisters that they are.

First Entry

This is the first entry and I don't have much to say. I'm in the middle of my Olympic project, but have neglected it the last couple of nights. Monday I spent (into the wee hours) making a black on black [with funfur] shrug for my daughter to wear for Valentine's. Last night, we had a friend over for his birthday dinner and a movie.
So I've got to get back at it tonight!