The madness grows.

So. The back story:

I was cruising the wonderful Interweb (Dear Interweb, did I tell you recently how much I love you? Well, I do. More than my cell phone or my Playstation, but pretty much equally with my DVD player), and I came across these amazing throw pillows:

Best Throw Pillows Ever (scroll on down, and yes, that is indeed Amitabh Bachchan, on a pillow. I know, right? Awesome.)

And although they are plasticky and look pretty awful to sit on/near/with (anyone having spent a summer in the South in shorts in a car with vinyl upholstery knows what I’m talking about), I decided immediately that I must have one at this very moment. Only I can’t buy one.

So instead, as a consolation, and in an attempt to branch out to another craft (because I obviously didn’t do this enough as a child in the 80s, in between laminating gummy bears between clear vinyl to make bows and puff-painting the crap out of my jean jacket), I have a Plan to make a set using iron-on transfers and cheap pillows bought at Ikea. I shall post results. I think they need spangles.

I knit some more on the tiny baby jacket. It was warm enough to sit outside on the porch with some blackcurrant juice (which I drank all ghetto-style, right out of the bottle), and I knit a few rows until the Husband came out and started power-sanding his armor. Well, that, and Crazy Yelling Guy was crazy and yelling, so I went back inside and burned dinner a bit.

I am both glad to wear sandals and not glad that it will be hot and I have to be in a car without air conditioning for another several months. It’s supposed to cool off again tomorrow or so. I think I’ll see if I can get some mileage out of my New Rocks before it’s silly to wear quilted leather boots (but I’ll wear them anyway, in the middle of July, and complain a lot).