Rain, lots of rain. Dark. Very dark. No pictures, because I don't feel like making the standard disclaimer of "pretend this is a totally different color...."

Did you ever just get a wild hair and have to start something, cook something, make something, right now, or ELSE? I had that kind of day. It started at church, and I'll probably lose that "get a day off purgatory" ticket I earned by not mouthing off at work by the way my mind wandered during the homily. I'm sorry, the special guest star priest is a darling guy, young, very well-educated (PhD.) and sweet as all get out, but English is not his first language, or even fourth, I suspect (he speaks like 5 or 6 languages) and today he rambled, and paused for the English word (you could see him flipping through his various dictionaries in his head). I think he saw our eyes glazing over, because as the Mass ended he joked about how he swore he'd be brief and wasn't.

This is the thing about being Catholic that is different, I think, for many Protestants. We're not all about the preaching, we're there for the celebration of the Eucharist, and the homily is often something that runs the gamut from really great to wake me when it's over. We are lucky at our parish, we have four out of four priests who can write a coherent homily based on the day's readings, but even they vary from really interesting and delightful to "would really benefit from a good editor." We don't go to another church looking for better preaching, we just sigh heavily when Father Redundant walks down the aisle.

But I digress.... Anyway, I'm sitting there trying to decipher the point of a well-intentioned but incoherent and heavily accented homily and freezing my butt off in our really good air conditioning, despite wearing long sleeves because I know about the a/c, and my mind wandered to my yarn stash. And suddenly the Cascade Key Largo that has been languishing in a dark box since I ripped out the sweater I'd intended it for - it was too soft and floppy and the sweater was huge because I was at my fattest - spoke to me. It wants to be an
All Season Shawl. Yes, it does. It's soft, it's warm, it's a lovely warm apricot-pink, and it may be the centerpiece craft table donation for the fall festival. I see more and more shawls and an occasional poncho in our meat locker a/c on Sundays, but they're all machine made things. I'm thinking this would be a good donation, and it goes quickly.

I'm still working on the lighter version for myself, but somehow the apricot Key Largo just demanded to be made.

Just like the blue felted bag insisted it needed a stripe in Shrek green. It's gone from a soft Monet-like bag to a kickass bright blue and green Look at ME, Dammit! bag. I love it when a project evolves while I'm working on it.

And these people are probably going to hell for this but I was ROFL: UlteriorVotives