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[tanaise]

meh. I spend, oh, 60 to 100 hours working on a doily/tabletopper for my grandmother. It's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen (or made) but it was cute--flamingos and palm trees and such, around the edges of a square piece of fabric. And I worked very very hard on getting it done in time before I left, and I was almost completely done with it--a flamingo I was refusing to finish because I'd have to start a new skein of thread, and the top of the tree. So today, since I'm leaving tomorrow, I packed it up and took it over to show to my grandmother. She's looking at it, and we're all talking for a bit, and my mom is explaining the parts she'll have to finish--I can't do French knots, plus there's the two things I didn't finish, and some garnish things I didn't want to do, but that she might like. And my grandmother's looking at the instructions (and trying to open the cardstock the instructions are on, but never mind.) and she looks up at us and says, "Oh, this spring, when we have the craft sale, I can take all the things we don't want up and sell them. And for a few moments, my mom's thinking she means the instructions, but no. She means the tabletopper. Ah, the joy we get from drunk granny. My mom's going to take it back after she finishes doing it, and we'll give it to someone else. It's not like I wanted her to love it. Well, okay, I wanted that, but more reasonably I expected her to be amused by it. So I'm grumpy about it, but hey. She's an evil drunk, what do I expect?

I have suitcases packed. Not filled, and I still need to collect the last things I have on my list and fit them in and figure out my details for tomorrow, and see if I can carry the things I need to carry. (answer: probably not.) I need to go through the box of books I packed and remove "Swim the moon" for ritual burning in the backyard, and figure out what's going with me, what's staying in the box, and what isn't coming at all. I think I've got all the clothing I"m taking, other than what I'm wearing right now. Oh, shoot. I need things to wear tomorrow. And I need to decide between my shoulder bag and my backpack, and pack my laptop. Andrea's going to let her friends play with it. Hopefully someone will figure out what I messed up and get it working again. Oh, and shoes. I don't have any of them upstairs yet. And my coats. I hate packing when I don't know what the weather will be, what my job will be, anything.

Comments

[toratigris.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that your grandmother was so unappreciative. That's a lot of time and energy to put into something.

French knots, by the way, are actually really easy. If you were nearby I could teach you how in like 30 seconds, but it's much easier to show than describe.

I hope your move goes well!

[crowyhead.livejournal.com]

d'oh
That's frustrating. :(

[astrophysicat.livejournal.com]

It's starting to begin to start to be spring up here. I'm guessing no more than a few more scattered days of highs below 40. Which would have been much more useful to say before you packed. But I'm looking forward to seeing you again Saturday! And you living up here!!!

From Becca on Relatives

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Is this the same grandmother who kept your brother the Thanksgiving that your dad had custody but was away, instead of letting your mother have him? You've got some real choice relatives there.
Glad Aunt Ann is doing well -- when was it that I visited her with you? Must have been while I was in Medfield.