Now, as you all know, the Japanese come up with some really cool things. Sadly, you have to be born there to learn how to do it. :( Take kumihimo. Ok, LOVE those braids. I got sick of the traditional chain and beaded cords for necklaces. It's all you see and I wanted something pretty but different from always with the beads and the chains. Enter kumihimo.
Now, I had a bout of Chinese knot tying last year. Another one of those things that you need to be Chinese to conquer. I managed to get a couple styles down but, phrew. I have enough brain damage. So, I sez, Self, we will learn kumihimo. Ok, you all read, in a previous post here, of the disaster of the first tries. I could have rivaled the mummifiers in ancient Egypt.
Ok, I learned how to make the braids and work the discs. Yay for me. :( How ever.... no matter WHAT it say, there is NEVER enough cord. I'm pretty sure I read that you need double the amount of cord for whatever length you want your braid. This is not true. You need about 6 extra miles. I have, in my fun little kumihimo box, about 30 gorgeous braids that range from 7 inches to 13 inches. Why does this happen to me? When you start out with a couple miles of cord, you oughta have enough, right? Wrong. To say nothing of all those miles of twitching cord on the floor. With 2 cats, I am BEGGING for problems. You guys ever notice how I seem to go out of my way to give myself brain damage?
And speaking of that...wait til you hear THIS! Jeez. Ok, I decide that because I have all these lovely braids that I will cone the ends and use pretty chain for the rest. YEAH! I like this idea. I drag out my bag of cones and do it to one braid. Looks great! So, I leave my bag of cones on my work table so I can do the rest. Let me just tell you how dumb this was.
In the meantime, I decide that my pal Gilly, in Australia, needs a goody box. So, one day, I am going through all my stuff to see what I can send Gills. I get this big box full of stuff. It's heavy! Bless flat rat boxes!
So, I get it all packed, get out my handy dandy little cart and trots myself to the post office where I send it winging its merry way to the wilds of the Australian Outback.
The next day I decide I will cone more of my braids. Hmmm, where are my cones? They are nowhere to be found. Now, as you all know, I am delirious most of the time. Because *I* know this too, I go looking all over the place. I tear my studio apart. No cones. OIKS! I am almost certain I have inadvertently sent them on an Australian vacation. Oh NOS! So, I toddle to my computer to tell Gills.
She, being the mega brat that she is, thinks this is screamingly funny and gives me shit about being senile. Somehow I am missing the humor in this. Naturally, Gills laughs even harder. So, while I sit in Honolulu wondering how I will get my braids finished, Gilly is having a hearty laugh at my expense. Is this fair? Really. I ask you. :D