Apologies in Advance

My apologies in advance for this having, mostly, nothing to do with knitting...

That's the sign they should have stuck out in front of the mall for me today.

You know, you have a bad day. You get to work late. Your hair is a mess, despite having washed it that morning. Your clothes don't fit right - your pants seem to short, your shirt too long. It's raining. You're wearing your rain coat that isn't exactly slimming. You're just not together.

So on your lunchbreak you head for some retail therapy. You've got giftcards burning a hole in your pocket, and for once, you remembered to stick them in your purse. A miracle. Until you get to the mall and the store for which you have these gift cards is all locked up, the overhead gate and all, with a sign out front that they have a temporary location and, by the way, it's not open today. Damn!
So you go other places, for other things you need, but can't seem to find. A pair of jeans that wouldn't require you to sell an organ to pay for, or a pair of business pants that doesn't need to be ironed thirty seconds after you put them on. Or, something easier, a purse. Just a purse that goes over your head that doesn't measure it's capacity in gallons. Something, simple. Black, canvas, not too fussy. Ofcourse, if you're having my day, all you can find is gold lame (as in la-may, but it is pretty lame too). Or worse cute bags but covered in enough metal to send the metal detector off a half mile before you get near it and a "G" emblem so large that even the cheesiest of Texas cowboys would turn it down as too gaudy for a belt buckle.
A simple black or brown or any non metalic, over the shoulder purse was all I was asking, but apparently that's not cool these days. I missed the part where Maryland turned into South Beach on a party night. Why do long straps mean the bag has to be big enough to tote the kitchen sink along with you?
I guess I've just had my head in the sand too long, but why is it that I can go into Banana Republic and buy a pair of suit pants for way less than a pair of jeans? Why are there 13 year olds running around in jeans and a tee with a sequined bag? Do people now take canvas and leather out on the town and leave their sequins for every day occaisions, or are we skipping fabrics altogether? When did gold lame go from gauche to glam? And who do I have to see about getting that fixed??

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Okay, sorry for the rant, but I'm having one of those days. I fear it will turn into one of those weeks. I'm sorry to say that either the blog will see the action, or there will be no posts. Either way, fasten your seat belts we're in for a bumpy ride.

But, I digress - onto the knitting. I have no picture for you today because I finished very late last night. What did I finish you ask? Why it was a hat! Are you stunned? You should be, because it doesn't suck. Plus I did it in little over a day. I'm pretty happy with that. I spent all day Saturday in bed. All I managed to knit was the ribbing at the bottom and a couple of rows of stockinette. It went like this: Knit half a row, get dizzy, go to sleep, wake up an hour later, knit four stitches, realize I'm not better, fall back asleep. Not good, but I made up for it on Sunday by knitting like a fiend. Results in tomorrow's not so angry post