Archive for October, 2009

New Pics for Loppem!

Because I’m tired, and it’s late, and I just don’t want to ruin the prettiness of these photos, this is all I’m going to say.

Loppem- Bird's EyeLoppem- button detailLoppem-yoke detailLoppem- ParkLoppem- Park Bench


The Younger


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As promised, here’s a few photos to start off the post.

in Malabrigo Merino Worsted, colorway Violetas

Dejavu Handwarmers in Malabrigo Merino Worsted, colorway Violetas

In Malabrigo Merino Worsted, colorway Dejavu

Dejavu Handwarmers in Malabrigo Merino Worsted, colorway Dejavu

Now, on to the Karmic Kick.

About a month ago, I went out with some friends to a bar.  It’s the kind of campus bar that is sort of a bar/club hybrid, so there’s loud(er) music and dancing going on every floor of this place.  I had gotten all gussied up, short dress over tight jeans with a pair of adorable short leather high heel boots.  My hair was styled, make-up on– completely NOT my normal self.  I ended up dancing with this guy in our group, and when the night ended, he asked me for my phone number.  Now, I’m not sure if it was the booze, or the lack of oxygen in such a crowded place, but somewhere in my brain I decided that he wasn’t really my type.  I politely declined (at least, I hope I did it politely…) and left.

Fast forward to today.  I’m decked out in what is more typical to my daily life: jeans, hand knit socks, winter boots, an oversized grey knitted sweater, hair pulled back in a pony tail and my favorite White Sox cap on top.  Make-up?  What’s make-up?  I’m at the grocery store, just having packed my cart with a month’s worth of food and cat supplies, and I’m ready to check out.  I push my cart in line behind this guy, who has a few select items.  Bread, milk, eggs, lunch meat, microwavable dinners… typical fare for a college kid.  He’s tall, a little lanky, with reddish hair, and glasses that complete that dorky cuteness.  I thought I knew him from somewhere, and I was running through the people I have classes with in my head when I get this flash in my mind.  Me, dolled up with his arm around me. The words “Can I get your cell number?” ring in my ears, and I’m stunned.  Here I am, stuck in line at a register with a snail of a clerk running it, and the guy that I had so easily dismissed standing in front of me.

It’s an awkward 15 minutes, and I’m pretty sure despite the change in dress, he recognizes me.  We never say anything, and barely make eye contact with each other.  The whole time I’m mentally kicking myself for that casual dismissal.  I mean, this attractive guy asked me for my number, and I didn’t give it to him!

That is one Karmic kick in the ass.


The Younger

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