Embarrassing as it seems, I've been rather obsessed with American Idol this season. What is wrong with me? How can I get emotionally invested in a show so ridiculous, so banal, so manipulative, so craptastic, as this one? And yet, for the past two seasons, I have actually cared who wins. At least, I did, until yesterday's spectacularly boring and painful final showdown. I've been rooting for Bo Bice, the adorable rock star, all season, although I also always liked Carrie, the adorable country gal. But the songs they made them sing were SO AWFUL, it reminded me why the show is evil. Now I hope that Bo doesn't win, so that he never has to sing that horrible song again, and the hacks who made them sing that crap will have somewhat less control over his career.
So now I feel like a jerk for getting so into it. But I'll still buy Bo's album. (What's wrong with me??)
In other news...
I finished the ruffle-y bolero shrug I designed, and am very pleased with it. I'm going to try to get the design published, so I'm not posting any pictures. Unfortunately I don't have anything to wear under it, so I'm thinking about exchanging the yarn I had left over (5 balls! I got nervous about running out and overbought) for a complementary color and making a shell to go with it. Then I can market the pattern as a twinset.
Now I'm back to knitting on the bamboo poncho, which is taking freakin' forever. How did I knit this thing in just over a week for Vogue?
The househunt continues. Some possibilities in Haverhill - anyone know anything about Haverhill?