Bah.

Boe is super-cranky. He just yelled at me for absolutely nothing -- I only pointed out that we'd better get to the bank soon in order to get rent money before the bank closes. So he shouted at me and slammed out the door. Well, okay, whatever. *shrug* I thought *I* was the one who could blame PMS, but apparently not...

In more interesting news, I got one leg of Boe's hosen completely done. *cheer* Now I have to do the other leg. *groan* But that can wait until after he apologizes for shouting at me. I think now I'll work on the Transitional Gown a bit, then head off to Carrie and Lucas' house to pick up their spare key. They're going to NY this weekend, and I am catsitting their two ocicats, Tarma and Warrl. Mmmmmmmm...they have cable. History Channel, here I come! This also gives me a chance of working on Her Grace's Tudor (yeah, Lucas and Carrie are our local Crowns) and fitting the stomacher. Hopefully HG will be done with the eyelets for under the stomacher by this weekend. If I'm really lucky, the only thing that will need to be done to it after this weekend is hemming and headwear.

Then we can start on mine. In Morien Blue wool crepe. With velvet turnbacks. And a gable hood. I heart gable hoods. *drool*