You ever whack yourself in the forehead, thinking "That was so darned obvious. How come I never thought of it before?"
I've had a couple of those moments this week, and I'll just consider it as a further sign of my continuing mental deterioration.
As I mentioned, my computer totally crapped out on me, so Bob and I bought a new (to us) iMac. (Refurbished, all the bells and whistles, 3 year warranty, $949. Superb deal) Once it arrived, DD and I each carried one end of the box and set it up together. We're in love. The only problem is that the iMac came with a gorgeous spanking white keyboard that coordinates beautifully, and I am the Keyboard Killer of the Universe (tm).
I cannot begin to count the number of keyboards I've killed over the years, each one using my own patented killing technique. (Or M.O. if you're into cop lingo)
Diet Coke. Even if the fluid dries out before the keyboard is totally wrecked, some of the hazardous waste that makes up the highly addictive substance destroys the contacts inside the keyboard and it's merely a matter of time before you're calling your favorite reseller and ordering a keyboard or three. I've taken to buying them in bulk so I have a keyboard when I kill the one I'm using.
So, I set up the computer and was admiting it's spiffy lines when Bob walked in. He glanced casually at the computer and announced, "Nice Keyboard. Too bad."
ha, ha, ha. Very funny. I _could_ bring up his propensity to wreck motor vehicles, and the cost differential between cars and keyboards, but I am an honorable person. So, he got the look of death (tm), and we all goofed around with the new iMac.
Then, in the middle of the night it hit me: you fool. Didn't you ever hear of a keyboard skin? I got up and ordered one right that moment, and it should take care of the recurring Diet Coke/Keyboard of the week crisis. Might have to get used to it, though -- I hope it doesn't interfere greatly with my touch typing.
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The next D'oh moment is bead related. My sister has been after me for three years to make her some boring old strands of 6/0 beads, no clasp, in graduated sizes, so she can wear them in various color combinations. Considering this boring and a total freaking waste of time, I ignored her.
Because she is my sister, and because my family is overly endowed with the persistent nagging gene, she kept reminding me. Finally, I decided to make the dratted things and get it over with. But first I had to buy the 6/0 beads.
Normally, I buy Japanese beads, which are sold loose. But for this exercise, I bought Czech beads, which come pre strung. It was a simple matter to run a good thread along the temporary strand, and voila' strung necklaces in five minutes or less!
And it was less expensive than buying Japanese beads. Yes, I've been procrastinating for three years over what amounted to a five minute job. D'oh.
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Last one is a polyclay D'oh moment.
I was looking online at photos of kimono to get some ideas on attaching the obi to my crystal kimono. (yeah, I know. Finish the damn thing and shut up about it already) I found a site with an artist who makes similar display kimono, not out of beads, but out of slumped glass. The patterns and designs she makes look almost exactly like polyclay.
Yes, I've spent God knows how many hours right angle weaving my display kimono when I could have made one with polyclay and metallic powders in
1/10th the time. D'oh.Actually, that's not an entirely D'oh moment. I now know what my next Polyclay project is going to be.
Kathy N-V, master of the obvious