Paura Niente

I have this song stuck in my head. My boy makes me merry happy, and I hope he sticks around. I am not having good feelings. I am, infact, trying really hard not to mope and think about it. I sat around with one of my bestest friends in the whole world today crocheting, eating brownies I destroyed last night (they were burned on the outside, gooey in the middle. The result of a too small pan.) dyeing our own yarn with kool-aid, which worked very well and watching Kate and Leopold. Nothing like a sappy romantic comedy thing to make you wonder about your own love life.
Bastards.

Anyway, I made this for the boy a week ago, and found a frame for it today at Houseworks.


I think it turned out well. The picture is kind of bad because my camera doesn't take the greatest close pictures, but those stitches are tiny. I refuse to buy that small of fabric again. I started working on a lace butterfly for my Mom for Mother's Day, and it is hard. It will be pretty, but I'm having a hell of a time with it. I don't really have the energy to write anything else.