Here comes the sun!

My quest for light-heartedness is going about the same as the U.S. quest for Olympic gold: a few bright spots, but mostly a lot of hype and lack of follow through.

Actually, things were going pretty well until late Wednesday. There were a few moments in the first day and a half that I nearly hyperventilated with the cleansing breaths, but I am a duck! Rain rolls right off my back! Or it did until I met my optimism Waterloo, in the form of a million yards of gold felt.

I have to make this skirt. I got stuck with the gold felt because nobody else wanted it, and everybody was being all diva about not wearing the gold felt (because it. is. HIDEOUS.), and eventually I just said for the love of Pete, give me the damn felt. I've had it at work for a few days (because there is no surface in my home large enough to lay out the fabric on, and that includes the floor) and, without knowing why I had a bolt of gold felt, several co-workers commented on its hideousness. Perhaps they were afraid I was going to cover the cubicle walls with it. EVERYBODY thinks it's heinous, and they don't even know that I'm actually going to wear it. It will be like wrapping the atomic golden mass of the sun around my hips.

But the worst part is that I also had to actualyl sew the skirt. Why I thought I was capable of this, I'm not sure; but I found myself at home last night with the speedskating on the TV and fifty feet of yellow felt and a box of pins I kept knocking over, screaming on the phone at my brother that while I was very interested in hearing about his meeting with the Walnut Association, if he could not tell me how to get the bobbin thread to pop up, he was useless to me. Sewing this skirt did not bring out the beauty and the wonder in me, I'll tell you that. But, thank god, the skirt is done, and I just have the blouse, the cardigan, the scarves, the socks, and the hat to deal with.

I'm feeling much better these days, though, so maybe the Goldenrod Skirt of Frustration was key to my personal growth and development.

In Olympic news: You know how L's German friend was talking about how exciting biathlon is? Is she nuts? Maybe it's just the televisual sameness of it, but pretty much all the events that involve cross-country skiing seem kind of dull to me. You know what would be more exciting? If they were shooting at each other. Anyway, it's no short track. Which, don't forget: Finals of the relay are Saturday night! Enjoy it while it lasts! (Or...enjoy my telling you about it while it lasts!)