I did do actual crafting today. I attempted to make a checkbook cover and it went wrong in every way a checkbook cover could possibly go wrong. I don't know how little rectangles of fabric could be so unruly. Little bastards. So instead of showing the sad sad square I managed to seam-rip three times over, here's a little peek at some new purchases I made last week at the fabric store!
GIRLIE FABRICS! Pink pink and more pink! A co-worker of mine is having a baby girl in May so I'm thinking of making her a baby quilt. I used to complain about the abundance of baby patterns and the lack of those for men. I really want to make something special for my hubby, all in good time. It seems this is the year for people having babies. The good thing about projects for babies is that they are miniature! Less work area for me to mess up on them.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Sniffles McGee
Penelope's diagnosis came down to a dead battery and a faulty altimeter. Nothing life-threatening there, I'm happy to have her home. We still need to take her to the dealer to get her a check-up on her computer.
Looks like I'm the lucky individual who took to the sick bed for a couple days. I'm fighting a nasty cold. It also doesn't help when a certain individual, who shall remain nameless, enjoys waking me up at 3a.m. by roasting garlic for his soup, or sauteeing pork chops. The only thing keeping me from strangling him besides my weakened state is that I get leftovers.
One good thing about being sick is that you take delight in the littlest things. Yesterday I opened the fridge and saw: ta daaaa! Barbecue sauce! YES! Did I put it on anything? No. But just knowing it's there gives me warm fuzzies. I walk into the bedroom: nice cool down comforter!? YES! Ahhhhh... I love wrapping myself up like a hot dog in a bun.
Looks like I'm the lucky individual who took to the sick bed for a couple days. I'm fighting a nasty cold. It also doesn't help when a certain individual, who shall remain nameless, enjoys waking me up at 3a.m. by roasting garlic for his soup, or sauteeing pork chops. The only thing keeping me from strangling him besides my weakened state is that I get leftovers.
One good thing about being sick is that you take delight in the littlest things. Yesterday I opened the fridge and saw: ta daaaa! Barbecue sauce! YES! Did I put it on anything? No. But just knowing it's there gives me warm fuzzies. I walk into the bedroom: nice cool down comforter!? YES! Ahhhhh... I love wrapping myself up like a hot dog in a bun.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Out of Service
I have been crafting, and I did finish one project and am in the middle of the other, but then tragedy struck: Penelope is in the garage. And I needed her to go to the hardware store to pick up some accessories for one of my projects. Boooo.
Penelope is our trusty Saturn Ion, and we think with the extreme cold we've been having she just couldn't handle it. She's usually snuggled up in our warm garage, but Saturday night Joe took her out and she hasn't recovered. Diagnosis should come later today and hopefully won't be too bad. ::fingers crossed for out of antifreeze!::
Now Joe and I are voting on what's going to be next to break. His vote is the toilet; he's a pessimist. I went with the more reliable Comcast cable, which he declares unfair since our OnDemand never works, so I've been forced to go with dishwasher. Although I think in reality it will be one of us that 'breaks', i.e. comes down with something incapacitating, pneumonia, strept throat, bad cold, etc. This weather is killing me, it's not even the cold that's bothersome, it's that it is sooo dry, my humidifier can't keep up.
In the meantime, I am going to try and snuggle up with some comfort food, soup or mac n' cheese, and some crafty goodness.
Penelope is our trusty Saturn Ion, and we think with the extreme cold we've been having she just couldn't handle it. She's usually snuggled up in our warm garage, but Saturday night Joe took her out and she hasn't recovered. Diagnosis should come later today and hopefully won't be too bad. ::fingers crossed for out of antifreeze!::
Now Joe and I are voting on what's going to be next to break. His vote is the toilet; he's a pessimist. I went with the more reliable Comcast cable, which he declares unfair since our OnDemand never works, so I've been forced to go with dishwasher. Although I think in reality it will be one of us that 'breaks', i.e. comes down with something incapacitating, pneumonia, strept throat, bad cold, etc. This weather is killing me, it's not even the cold that's bothersome, it's that it is sooo dry, my humidifier can't keep up.
In the meantime, I am going to try and snuggle up with some comfort food, soup or mac n' cheese, and some crafty goodness.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Intermission
The writer's strike is robbing me of television. In the meantime, I've been catching up on shows that everyone has insisted I should watch, like Heroes, Arrested Development and back-episodes of The Office. Netflix movies can't come fast enough! Heroes was fan-smashtic and I love the soundtrack. Whoever said that TV show theme songs were dead? I rented The Red Violin tonight purely to hear the music. It also may be one of the only movies that Samuel L. Jackson lives through.
I'm still working on resolving my own creative strike, errr lapse, errr hiatus. To fill the gaps, here's a view of what crafty things I was lucky enough to receive over the holidays. It's been hard not to start something new with all this inspiration!
Joe's crafty preset for me, in true Joe style.
I've been eyeing this crazy creation
A new crochet book from Adrienne and antique crochet hooks from my mother-in-law Vicky
I like this babydoll dress, but I think I'd shorten it for me
I'm still working on resolving my own creative strike, errr lapse, errr hiatus. To fill the gaps, here's a view of what crafty things I was lucky enough to receive over the holidays. It's been hard not to start something new with all this inspiration!
Friends at work gave me a knitting pattern book and the ultimate kitting manual.
Joe's crafty preset for me, in true Joe style.I've been eyeing this crazy creationA new crochet book from Adrienne and antique crochet hooks from my mother-in-law VickyI like this babydoll dress, but I think I'd shorten it for meI really like the crochet hooks. I'm not really one for antiques or collecting knick knacks, but I can actually use these. It makes me wonder what someone has made with them. Vicky said the two with the colored ends are from the 70s and the double ended one is much older. I can't wait to test-drive them!
Hopefully this weekend will be a craftier one than last. I'm still recovering from back to work shock. This morning the fridge broke and I'm currently surviving on a diet of salt and MSG, or lime tostitos and ramen. And I'm officially a whiner wah wah wah.
Hopefully this weekend will be a craftier one than last. I'm still recovering from back to work shock. This morning the fridge broke and I'm currently surviving on a diet of salt and MSG, or lime tostitos and ramen. And I'm officially a whiner wah wah wah.
Scalpel
Doing some work on the look of ye old blog for the new year. Last night I was distracted by the possibility of watching Heroes episodes online and kind of gave up trying to fix the resolution issues with the header. The best fix for that is for you, the reader, to start drinking. Then you won't know the difference. It may even look cleaner.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
'08
I started writing New Years Resolutions. Then, I decided I just don't like New Years Resolutions. There's all this build-up and then a stigma and then you wind up in awkward conversations with people that start with, "Sooo what are your RESOLUTIONS?" and I think, "None. I hate setting lofty goals for myself that I never achieve so I just don't set them to begin with." and I say, "Oh I dunno... eat better, exercise, etc. etc." In fact I've never had any New Years Resolutions. Never. Just not a year resolution person. I may have told you that I did, but I was really just jumping on the bandwagon because for some reason it makes you look like a jerk if you don't. Everything in my life is just perfect! I don't need resolutions! Look at meeeee! So I deleted the title and wrote Goals for 2008. But even that seems wrong. Knowing me, I'd wait until November to try and achieve them. I'm settling for:
Purposeful and Achievable Goals for January:
1. Get library card
2. Check out two library books
3. Read library books before end of 3 week time limit
4. Send resume to at least 3 companies
5. Clean condo for 14 min. three times a week
To explain #5: My friend Paul has this crazy work-out routine that he calls his S-Day diet. I feel like I should reference some obscure website when explaining this thing because that is where he found it - online. The S-Day diet consists of the following: you may not have seconds, you can have as much firsts as you want but no seconds, no sugar, and you can eat whatever you want on S-Days which include Saturdays, Sundays and Special Days. It also has a work-out routine, I will spare you the details but it includes a sledgehammer and a sweater in the time interval of 14 minutes. Because 14 minutes is the longest non-schedulable time interval. I know you're thinking what the heck is this? Tell me more about it, this is so strange, a sledgehammer? But I'm not going to, why? Because as you may have guessed it MAKES NO SENSE. I'm sparing you the brain annihilation of trying to find any sort of rational scientific sense of it all. Just trust me, you don't want to know, this is for your own good.
I am borrowing the only part that I think I could make work for me and that is the 14 minute rule. I have a 950 sq. ft. condo, I think it could be made to be consistently and extremely clean if I did something for 14 min. three times a week. That's... boop boop beep... 42 min. total! In 14 min. I can do all the dishes, sweep and vacuum the living room. Or, do the dreaded task of mopping that Joe and I avoid like the plague. Maybe this will save my sanity so that I won't make those 10:30a.m. phone calls to Joe in the morning to wake him to demand to know why, why is our tub now coated in black ... stuff? after his bath last night. Or how could he possibly think he could put a dirty dish into my MY nice clean sink, didn't he notice I just put them all into the washer? And those onions he insisted I buy? The ones that have now disintegrated into a foul-smelling jelly mush in our cabinets which I'm pretty sure is a crude primitive form of napalm, yah I'm not cleaning that up. No, this morning I just did not feel up to braving the obstacle course that is his side of the bed to give him a kiss goodbye. I like my ankles unbroken, thank you. And where the hell are all my socks!??!!
Purposeful and Achievable Goals for January:
1. Get library card
2. Check out two library books
3. Read library books before end of 3 week time limit
4. Send resume to at least 3 companies
5. Clean condo for 14 min. three times a week
To explain #5: My friend Paul has this crazy work-out routine that he calls his S-Day diet. I feel like I should reference some obscure website when explaining this thing because that is where he found it - online. The S-Day diet consists of the following: you may not have seconds, you can have as much firsts as you want but no seconds, no sugar, and you can eat whatever you want on S-Days which include Saturdays, Sundays and Special Days. It also has a work-out routine, I will spare you the details but it includes a sledgehammer and a sweater in the time interval of 14 minutes. Because 14 minutes is the longest non-schedulable time interval. I know you're thinking what the heck is this? Tell me more about it, this is so strange, a sledgehammer? But I'm not going to, why? Because as you may have guessed it MAKES NO SENSE. I'm sparing you the brain annihilation of trying to find any sort of rational scientific sense of it all. Just trust me, you don't want to know, this is for your own good.
I am borrowing the only part that I think I could make work for me and that is the 14 minute rule. I have a 950 sq. ft. condo, I think it could be made to be consistently and extremely clean if I did something for 14 min. three times a week. That's... boop boop beep... 42 min. total! In 14 min. I can do all the dishes, sweep and vacuum the living room. Or, do the dreaded task of mopping that Joe and I avoid like the plague. Maybe this will save my sanity so that I won't make those 10:30a.m. phone calls to Joe in the morning to wake him to demand to know why, why is our tub now coated in black ... stuff? after his bath last night. Or how could he possibly think he could put a dirty dish into my MY nice clean sink, didn't he notice I just put them all into the washer? And those onions he insisted I buy? The ones that have now disintegrated into a foul-smelling jelly mush in our cabinets which I'm pretty sure is a crude primitive form of napalm, yah I'm not cleaning that up. No, this morning I just did not feel up to braving the obstacle course that is his side of the bed to give him a kiss goodbye. I like my ankles unbroken, thank you. And where the hell are all my socks!??!!
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