I can see clearly now

Last night after work, I dragged myself home to find the most wonderful of things had been delivered to my doorstep: my glasses. You would have thought Santa had made another trip around the world and bestowed upon me all of the things I have been hinting at for the past 5 years including a hammock, a metal detector and copy of "The Sound of Music" on DVD. I was that excited. Vision is not to be taken for granted.

I ripped into my package and found inside my brown case protecting my nerdy, but completely functional glasses. I thanked the postal gods. Thanked Needlefingers for bringing them back home to me and proceeded to rip out my contacts and slam the horn-rimmed beauties on my face. Who would have thought I had such a bond with something that makes me appear so hideous and studious all at once.

Alas, Wednesday night should have been an evening of non-stop sock knitting and tiny type reading, but instead it was cleaning night. Yes, cleaning night was moved up a few days in lieu of several big events on our calendar including a yard sale (aka chance to dump my stuff on someone else), parental visits (aka pray for us) and a play (a comedy, thank goodness). I could now clearly see the cat hair floating upward as I turned on the ceiling fan, so something had to be done.

In addition, I completed a super secret project, which, since it is drying in the open garage now isn't so secret after all. I recently purchased a rather ugly metal bookstand/holder type of thing whenever I was hunting for vintage knitting needles and Scrabble pieces (a story for another day). I saw potential in this little metal holder sitting quietly at Goodwill. I also saw that a coat of paint was in order. My first task yesterday was painting it chocolate brown, sort of a face lift for the new millenium if you will. It's not quite the dark chocolate color I had hoped for, instead being more of a more milk chocolate appearance, but it will do. All chocolate is good afterall, right? Never fear, I took before and after photos to bore you further with the sad details of my life.