I blogstalk, therefore I am

With the rise of the zombies comes the return of Blogstalking 2. Muahahahahaha!

This week, we are to answer the question - Who am I? I could dig out some philosophical theories on this, that, and the other, but really, I'm not that deep. And besides, my mind is a dangerous place that no one should go into alone.

So let's just peel away one layer of this little onion. Who am I? Well, I am a knitter. But you already knew that. How 'bout a few things you may not know about me?

Like many of my fellow blogstalkers, I am a woman who cannot begin her day without coffee. Caffeine and food must be consumed within an hour and a half of waking up, lest you release the beast. I am the barista at the weezahome, because Hubster can only make two kinds of coffee - brown water or tar. (We need to schedule another orientation.)

I am a woman who is freakishly organized. Behold my multi-tab knitting spreadsheet, complete with stash, FOs, costs, multi-level queues, and scheduled months of completion. The tip of the iceberg, my friends, the tip of the iceberg.

I am a woman who likes to tear articles out of newspapers and magazines, stuff them in a drawer, and never look at them again. Until that one day when I have absolutely nothing to do, at which time I will put them into several different binders which I will also never look at again but for some reason can't bring myself to throw away.

I am a woman who now has more songs in her iTunes than her iPod can hold. (Note: these are just the burned CDs that are awaiting storage in the garage - there are about 150 more not pictured.) And, while importing our combined CD collection, has realized that her husband at one time held an unnatural fondness for 80s compilation CDs.

Here's a threefer - I am a woman who likes to refinish things, like this mirror that was transformed from ghetto gold to antiquey silver. I am a woman who likes to unearth little treasures at flea markets and on craigslist, like that fabulous Stickley Morris chair knockoff (which of course, I reupholstered). And I am a woman who loves to read, and needs to make more time to do it.

I am a woman who thinks the person who put the combination lock on this old cedar chest deserves a good ass-kicking. (And yes, one of these days, I'll refinish this and replace it with an appropriate lock.)

I am a woman whose husband's idea of antiquing is much different than hers.

I am a woman who was watching The Rock yesterday and thinks Sean Connery should be DNA-mapped and cloned so we can each have one of our own.