Yep, it’s cold.

Today was definitely the coldest day of the year so far and everyone at work was terrified of going outside. I work at the U of M in the Interpreting/ Captioning Unit ( I’m a captioner) so we are always going out to classes all around campus. Luckily my lovely boss Mari gave us a ride to our night class and my co-captioner Emily’s fiance gave us a ride back. I felt very lucky not to have had to walk out there.

But, alas, I’m home now in my pink fuzzy bathrobe watching The Biggest Loser and trying to motivate myself to go down in my dungeon basement workshop to make some things. I feel really poor right now and I have some craft stuff coming up so I should try my best to make as many things as I can for them. Trouble is, I know I should be doing vinyl bags but I’m hooked on felting right now too. And I can do that upstairs in my living room where the big TV is and also usually Caleb too. Not tonight though. He was going to go ice fishing but smartly decided that was a bad idea so he’s playing poker instead.

Anyway, my scrap booking weekend was rockin’. I got tons done and had some bonding time with my work friends. All in all I’d totally do it again. I think we probably freaked some of the older ladies out with our girly-talk but that’s what it’s all about isn’t it?

So what did I do? Felting of course. I think I have a problem.

I made some mittens for Emily and realized I made a purse that matched perfectly.

I started some other felted bags and finally finished them this weekend too.

I will probably make more of these to sell at the Handmaiden’s Sale on February 10. I will never sell mittens though, that’s better left to Holly of GroveCraft but they’re fun to do for friends.

So I guess I’ll trek downstairs and probably just bring some felty scraps up to work on. My sewing machine is probably iced over anyway.

I’ll leave you with a quote my boss (NOT the one that gave us a ride) e-mailed us today after listening to us all complain about the weather:

“Don’t knock the weather. If it didn’t change once in awhile, nine out of ten people couldn’t start a conversation.” — Kin Hubbard

Okay, that would have been fine but he had to add in after that…

Buck up.

Um…don’t tell me to buck up. Just because we don’t all ride our bikes to work in the winter and come into the office with snot frozen to our faces doesn’t mean we’re wimps. Right?