And Now I Have Gone Blind

This week is crazy-ass. Everybody's cranky. After sweltering and begging Guy to run fetch me a tank top because the high-necked cotton shirt, it binds!, it is chilly and windy on the day we're going to take the kids to a concert in Battery Park. I spent my morning redoing a buttonhole THREE GODDAMN TIMES (Once because it was too small. Twice because it was too big. Thrice because I didn't put it in the right spot (and no, I didn't notice that the other two times I did it.) But it was my very first buttonhole. And now I am experienced!)

And that's not even counting the random craziness. I saw a hungover guy walking down the street consuming a morning after Pellegrino straight out of the bottle. (Predictably, the street down which he walked was 5th Avenue). I saw a woman wearing garishly patterned bloomers that gathered together at her knees to become leggings. I say it again: bloomers that turned into leggings.

And then Zappos saw fit to share with me the following atrocities:


They are lavender ballet flat crocs. Crocs that are ballet flats. In lavender. Will horrors never cease?

In an effort to turn the week around, I went to Purl and bought yarn for Craftster's wisp knitalong. Madil's kid seta in taupe. (It looks more like a light peach in person).


But I want to have it finished for a wedding in two weeks. And so the craziness continues.