At last, some time to sew!

My vest is done! Yayyyy! The colors are sooo purty. Unfortunately, it still lacks a bit in elegance of construction. But unless you get your hands on it, you'll never know. I mean, if you are checking out the way I finished the neck, you're looking wayyy too closely at my clothes.
This is garb with pizazz. I can pizazz all over in this!

So now the machine is set up, and there are some pink and purple scraps sort of calling out to me. . . Sewing is as bad as knitting for me when it comes to using up the scraps, because I get started, and then I need just another yard of something - oh, - red maybe, to make it perfect! Off to Joanne's. I have never come out of Joanne's with just a yard of fabric. All the pretty colors and patterns go straight to my head and hog-tie my common sense. I went in for a yard of purple to finish this nice vest, and came out with $13 worth of coral and orange and sage green and red-orange fat quarters to go with some coral-colored left-over fabric MJ has that has been destined for another joint-venture quilt. Oh, and a yard of purple. So now I have a pile of happy, sunny callypso colors, playing tiny steel drums, dancing and singing and drinking cuba libres while they wait to be cut and sewn. Every time I walk by them, I hear little cotton voices singing "Day-o. Dayayay-o. Daylight come and me wan go home. . ." And not far from them are a pile of pink and purple scraps starting to form a conga line of their own . . .

Knitting is going on, though. I should be at a photo-op spot by tomorrow. Tammy MommyBird had a contest in which I won a skein of Blue Moon yarn. I believe it was considered something of a mistake. It was named "Blue-boo." I loves it! Not enough for a child's sweater alone, but with a little charcoal gray Cascade for contrast, we are rockin'!

Speaking of which, I still have to sit down and watch Dance Wars that DH recorded for me on Monday. I'll tell you, Bruno is no Fred Astaire.

Happy weekend!