Man, I was so all done reading about the horrible things people do, and the horrible thing we've done collectively to the climate (do not google James Lovelock's latest prediction unless you have a bottle of really good wine and a krazy straw), so I went to Target to get me a piece of mass-market fashion.
The rapacious hordes beat me to it, evidently, and all I could find in my size (which is neither a 15 nor a 2, the only remaining options in the handful of pieces left) was this sweatshirt, which is not at all the kind of thing I usually buy, and which is insanely cute and flattering. I did find online this dress, which I tried on in-store in the wrong size and LOVED anyway, and also ordered these shoes and these shoes, one of which will remain here and one of which will go back. (I tried on 10s in-store to get a sense of fit.) They're useless for tromping through the ambient garbage of West Philly, but they'll be great at a wedding.
Sigh. I can't even link you to the other pieces I wanted to get, because they're off the website now too! Pretty flowy flowery things (that I tried on in size waytoobig), and a linen vest (that I tried on in tadtoosmall). I am irate and stalkerish and very, very cute.
What else: I was working on Coachella in this yarn, and then got to the try-on stage and...yick. My gauge was right in the swatch, so either it changes as I knit or there's something funky about the sizing. I knit the small, and the drape at the neck was obscene -- plus there was too much fabric in the front of the arms, and not enough in the back. I'm frogging it, but now I need ideas for a beautiful tank that I can wear a bra with, and which will only use three balls of that yarn. I'm thinking of designing my own, lessen you got any ideas.
Hahwell. It's hard to be too upset when a passel of your favorite people arrive home. And when there's the promise of more favorite people entering the 'hood in the near future.