Doily in my dreams!
      OK, I've been anxiously awaiting the magical 40 posts over at Crochetville that let me participate in the swaps.  I reached that level a few days ago, and first thing I did was find the swaps forum, only to see that the only available swap was for doilies.  Doilies!  The Mt. Everest of Thread.
Fine.  I'm a strong person.  I have given birth - twice.  I have negotiated the New York Subway from Manhattan to Queens.  I drove the length of the Baja Peninsula.  I dove with sharks in chum-infested water.  I can crochet a doily, dammit.
So, getting out my one steel hook (which I had bought in an optimistic yarn-induced frenzy), and a ball of size 10 thread, and a pattern down-loaded from Michaels, I commenced to drive myself crazy with a practice doily.    
And here is the result.  I'm not sure which thread this is, because I've had it for a while, and I threw the wrapper away.  Now I need to do it again, only better, because this one doesn't exactly look like the pattern, and bigger, because this one is only about 5 inches across on a humid day.  I need to invest in a doily book.  And maybe I could replace that fraying dresser set I have in my bedroom.  Because, oddly enough, call me crazy, it was... fun.