Personal Perestróĭka

Did I talk already about the Nine West Vintage America Collection?  It’s been rolling out slowly but I think all the pieces are available now.  I can’t remember where I heard about it originally, but I recall the description sounding like a line of clothes and shoes I would really love to wear.  I’m actually pretty disappointed in it over all.  I love the flats: Coby and Cambric (especially in the green and wine respectively).  And the Fiddle boots are fantastic.  The tops and jeans are exceptionally uninspired.  I mean sure I’d wear them, but only if I found them at a thrift store for under $5.  Definitely not things I’d buy new or bother to try and make.

Since I started sewing again I’ve been thinking a lot about clothes.  I own way more clothing than one person needs.  I’ve been meditating for a long time on trimming down my wardrobe to essentials.  I’ve been slowly working on this.  For every item of clothing I buy, I have to get rid of two similar items (this doesn’t count for things I sew myself).  I’ve tried hard to imagine what few, fabulous, well constructed necessities I’d need.

The idea of a vintage Americana line of clothing really appeals to me.  I’m all over the place in what I wear.  If I even have a defined style it’s definitely all my own because I take stuff from all eras and looks.  I’m not even sure I would want to wear just a vintage Americana collection, but I would love to design one.  Ever since I saw the Nine West collection I’ve been  imagining what would be in mine.  A pair or two of jeans, I guess.  A couple pairs of vintage looking cowboy boots. Old fashioned looking blouses (like this and this and this).  1950s-ish sundresses.  Cardigans.  A decent denim jacket with nothing fancy about it and good pockets.  Librarian-y shirtdresses in interesting non-floral prints.  A-line skirts in nifty border prints.  1930 and 1940s styled dress shoes.  Comfortable t-shirts cut for women out of soft cottons.  Practical, well sized handbags in elaborately tooled leather.

I have to give this more thought.  I’m half tempted to start a scrapbook or something to keep track of this idea.  Not that it hasn’t been done, or that I am going to revolutionize anything.  I don’t even have the sewing skills to make half this stuff.  But I like thinking about it.

The black dress is finished.  I put the pictures up on Flickr a couple days ago, but I forgot to post here.  I’m very happy with how it fits and how comfortable it is.  I’d like to make another in a print.  I’m thinking something like this:

Maybe it’s too much?  Or maybe I just don’t like that black background.  I wish I could find something like it with a brown or muted blue background.  I think two of that dress, basically in black, would be too much.  The lovely burgundy muslin is probably unwearable for me.  I swear I preshrunk the fabric, but after I washed it it’s about four inches shorter.  Still a great dress, I just need to give it to someone shorter than me (unlikely) or someone who is comfortable wearing things shorter than I  wear them (likely).  So maybe I could just make a second dress in a color?  Though I really like the idea of a pattern.  Hmmmm.  I like the idea of a border print too, but those seem to be hard to come by.

My Colorado Rebecca (as distinguished from my other Rebeccas) has a new blog about her adventures with wine.  No, no, not in a drunken shenanigans kind of way.  More of a ‘follow along as I learn about this’ kind of way.  She’s at Adventures of a Wine Noob.  Go check her out.

For the last two days my hair has looked fantastic.  This is because I haven’t been out of the house or seen anyone.  Tomorrow it will surely go back to frizzy madness before it’s time to go to work.

I am recovering okay from the dentist stuff.  I had a rough morning.  And an afternoon trip back to the dentist to get a tiny bit more patching up.  An evening with  painkillers on the couch watching old standbys has helped a lot.  My chin hurts.  I won’t be surprised if it comes up bruised.  My gums are bruised and my lips.  My teeth don’t hurt so much any more.  Am certainly on the mend.  I kind of want to go run around tomorrow (the couch gets old after a while), but I will refrain so I can be good for work tomorrow night and healthy for the weekend.  So instead of errands and work, my choices for tomorrow are watching the most recent Bond movie or catching up on Mad Men (I haven’t even watched season 2 yet, ack!  3 is about to start).

I’ve posted before about the rainbow cupcakes.  Every time I think about making this it’s usually too late at night to get the ingredients I’d need.  Some day though, there will be rainbow cupcakes.  And now I have a new obsession: cake pops.    (Also go here and scroll down and see all the many delightfully decorated cake pops.)

Libelle just went outside to scare away the very loud frog that was on the porch.  Or maybe it was a bird.  Mostly likely a frog. Or some sort of alien hybrid frogbird.  In any case it was loud and annoying and seems to be gone now.  Oh, wait, I spoke too soon.  Stupid rain.  Stupid frogs!!  You stay in the gully.  Don’t come on the porch!

Well I guess it’s nice to see that it isn’t just me that BOA has been “accidentally” jerking around? Last week they declared insufficient funds for a check I had more than enough money to cover, then in correcting the problem doubly withdrew the amount–$1900 instead of $950–which actually did put me in the negative, charged me a bunch of overdrafts fees before eventually correcting it and refunding me my own money.  Brilliant.  Just as soon as I feel better, I guess I have to start shopping for a new bank.

Last night I started today’s post and I had a bunch of (presumably) smart, interesting things written out.  Of course I didn’t save it and this morning it’s gone off into the ether.  Arg.

I was feeling much better last night, post surgery.  But then this morning the swelling had gone down enough that I can feel that there’s a problem with the temp bridge (a sharp edge near my gum that should be sealed or sanded or something), so I have to back to the dentist this afternoon and get that fixed.  Which is in itself upsetting.  And means no work, which is doubly upsetting because I was really looking forward to tonight’s show.  And now I might just go back to bed until it’s time to go to the dentist. Apparently, eating, finding someone to cover my shift and someone to drive me to the dentist was all I had the energy to do this morning.  Also there’s nothing on TV, so I might as well sleep.

(I don’t know who that baby is–I just did a search for ’sad face’–but the picture made me laugh.)

I got my temporary bridge put on today.  It hurts like a %$*&@%$(#&er.  I guess I should have expected this, since they ground down the surrounding teeth.  Which now, even with Lortabs and Advil, leaves me feeling like my teeth were hit with a hammer.  My mouth is jacked up: rough, dry, blistered and very bruised.  But hey!!  Teeth!  Even the temporary ones look fantastic, so that’s something.

Libelle brought me foods and drinks because she is the bestest friend ever.  She let me show her the bruises in the inside of my mouth and didn’t kick me in the knee for being gross.  Now I have eaten and I feel a little better.

I had some other actually fun stuff to talk about but maybe I’ll save it for another post.

(The picture is toothache man from Wells Cathedral, which has my favorite staircase in the whole world.)

If is wasn't raining, I'd like to walking here right now.

The picture of the day yesterday on Bing.com was of Spain.  Anthony Bourdain’s episode yesterday was in Spain.  When I went to the library to pick up my holds, besides Victoria & Albert I also got When the Moors Ruled in Europe and Moorish Spain.   Obviously some of this I chose, but some just happened.  I’m sure the universe is trying to tell me to continue my studies and get my butt to Spain.

While watching TV yesterday I saw a lot of commercials for reality shows.  Most of these shows hold no interest for me whatsoever, but now I’m even more offended after seeing little bits of them.  I deal with enough assholes in every day life (one is too many really), why would I want to watch people on TV being horrible to other people?

Most of my sewing today isn’t turning out quite as I’d hoped.  I think I’m going to go ahead and iron and cut out mynext couple projects and then just leave off for a bit.

Tomorrow is a big dentist day (getting fitted for the bridge–which involves grinding some teeth down) and I’m trying not to think about it, but I”m pretty sure it’s the source of my anxiety and dissatisfaction today.  Ugh.

Today it is 100 days since I quit smoking.  I guess I can say I am non-smoker now.  Feel free to send me gifts to celebrate this joyous occasion.

Despite all the non-smoking joy I am sluggishly sitting on the couch, uncomfortable and cranky.  I can only blame hormomes.  Some times being a girl is stupid.

For my entertainment I am watching Victoria & Albert. It’s more comprehensive than The Young Victoria.  It is very good, but I have to confess that I liked The Young Victoria better (and not just because of Paul Bettany’s likable Lord Melbourne).  Both Alberts are handsome but Rupert Friend is more to my taste than Jonathan Firth. At least as they appear portraying Albert.  And man, oh man, after watching both films, I have something of an Albert fetish now.  He’s dashing, charming, concerned for the average man and in love with his wife.  Also he’s very tolerant.  He’s just dreamy.  If I was married to him I would have worn black for the rest of my life after he died too.  Do I have have anything intelligent to say about history or filmmaking after watching both films? No, no, no.  Just Albert is dreamy.  That’s all.

I’m halfway done with the black version of yesterday’s dress.  So far it’s great.  Only the shirring and the hem left to do, but I’ll save that for tomorrow.  I also have a skirt to finish (it’s been sitting for weeks and needs only a zipper and some finish work on the waistband to be done), I have a lot of baby sewing to do for various little nibblets (both already born and soon forthcoming) and Libelle wants me to make her a dress (which she–hint, hint–better get on picking a fabric and pattern if she wants it in time for her event).  Also I want to make the shirred dress again, this time in a print as I am pretty happy with fit, especially in the lighter fabric (the twill of the muslin is too heavy for summer dress, I can say this for sure after having worn it today).  I really need to make a list of all in progress and potential sewing projects and hang them above my work table.

Hmm, after V&A I am going to watch a documentary on the Moors in Europe.  And maybe make many lists.  I am super behind on list making.  Maybe I need make a list of lists that need making.  This is an indication of how much better I feel in general, as rather than feeling overwhelmed, I am actually feeling mildly thrilled at the prospect of organizing things.

I think I am going to try this meditation for 30 days.  I meditate periodically (and recently less frequently than I’d like) but maybe having a focused list like this and only a short time commitment will keep me inspired to keep doing it until I am focused enough to meditate more seriously.

A few days back Cabbage Babble linked to this dress.  I decided to try my hand at making one for myself.  I have some silvery black lightweight denim what would be perfect.  Today I patterned the dress out and made a muslin with some burgundy twill I had in my stash fabrics:

Clearly it has some fit issues, which is why we make muslins, right?  I made on-seam pockets instead of the small patch  pockets the original had and I am very happy with those.  The shirring will need to go higher up the back and I’ll space the rows farther apart the next time around.  Also I’ll curve the back seam a bit so the neck doesn’t gap.  The bust darts need to be reshaped as well.  The original dress had bias tape trim on the armholes and the neck, and I interfaced the dress instead.  Partly because I didn’t have enough of the fabric to make tape (it’s interfaced in a darker, solid purple twill)  and partly because interfacing is easier for me.

Over all I’m pretty happy with it.  I think this is a wearable muslin, which is exciting given the amount of work it took.  Seriously, everything takes twice as long as I think it will.  When will I learn to double the time it will take from get go?  On the other hand, it did only take about 5 hours and that was with having to rethread the serger 27 times (each time taking about 5+ minutes).

Cherokee Purple is my favorite. The weather hasn’t been great for them this year, but seriously, Tennessee has the best tomatoes I have ever eaten.  So many kinds.  So much deliciousness.

This cracks me up so much:  It landed only on you.

I can’t really guess how much these are manipulated, but these shots of Barcelona are INCREDIBLE!    Especially this fantastic shot from one of my favorite vantage points in the city on Montjuic.    I lost a good part of my morning to these pictures.  They are like perfect images of the fairytale Barcelona that exists in my head.  Or the Barcelona of The Shadow of the Wind.

The smocking on this dress is fantastic.  I doubt I’ll ever be that much of a seamstress. But wow, wouldn’t it be amazing to create something like that?

Emily on Poetry Daily.    Fantastic (both the poem and Emily).

Oddly enough I get a bunch of joy from this anti-drunk driving/speeding campaign: We’ll Be Everywhere, Man. Oh, Tennessee, never change.  (that link is the Windows version, click here for Quicktime.)

image by hoskitar

I spent a few hours standing around (walking/shopping), then I worked for 5 hours (walking/standing), then I came home and did I sit down on the couch and relax like a normal person?  Of course not. I made cookies then I ran around the house re-shelving books.

I had to re-shelve books.  Today I freed myself from all my old college books that have been moved around for years.  They are gone.  Gone!!!  Of course I took them to the used bookstore and got trade on them which means many new books for me and Libelle.  And the many books we already had were all out of order.  So I sorted, moved and reshelved.  And then I sat down and stared at the shelves too long. Of course I got back up, moved some more stuff around.  Now I am freaking exhausted, achey and very pleased with my shelves.  So that’s something.

Now I am finally on the couch.  Watching Kathy Griffin’s My Life on the D-List with Libelle.  The cookies are all eaten.  Books are sorted.  My next sewing project is cut.  It’s like 2 am.  I should probably go to bed.  I’m half tempted to sew or try and clean my desk (ack! too big of a job) or write or be useful.  But I won’t.  I can’t even be bothered to get a beer from the fridge.  Mostly because I think it would be too much effort to drink it.  Instead I will meditate on the image above and imagine reading my new books in Barcelona while wearing the new dress  am going to make.  It will be fantastic.

In case you missed me going on about it everywhere else: my cousin, Miss K, had a sweet little baby girl yesterday, Faith Alma, 6lbs and 12 oz of joy!  Since before Faith was twinkle in her mother’s eye, Miss K and her husband have been working to adopt their two nephews.  Well the judge signed the final papers on that adoption yesterday too!!  They are a family of five now.  Gah, I’m getting teary again just typing it.  Miss K is a very smart, wonderful girl, completely full of love.  She’s diabetic and hadn’t necessarily planned to have children because of the risk pregnancy posed to her health.  Faith was a surprise and something of a miracle.  I just couldn’t be happier about how everything turned out for them.  So HOORAY!  You all take some joy and a second to love on your families too, in light of this new, okay?

Of course this means more sewing for me.  Hopefully I can find some nice projects that I can successfully complete.  I’m kind of frustrated with my sewing skills right now.  I’d really like to take an intermediate sewing class (linings, invisible zippers, structured bodices or yoked blouses, and the like) but I’m having trouble finding one right now.  Some of that in incompetence on the part of the people offering classes and much of it is many cancelled classes, presumably due to the economy–which just seems silly, if there was time when people should be boning up on their sewing skills, it seems like now would be it.

PSA:  I love Bing.com.  I love their hilarious search overload commercials and I love using it to search.  I love it so much they should pay me to tell people about it.  Most the time I don’t care much at all for new search engines or browsers or what have you, but I’m definitely making a switch here.

I was reading some sewing blogs today and someone’s post on refashioning turned to making things for dolls, which led me to this link (all in Czech, but you can see the pictures).  I find this oddly fasinating.  Like what a strange amount of work to go to refashion a Barbie doll.  I’m particularly intrigued by the reshaping of the mouth (and subsequently the whole face structure and expression).  People are very strange.

We had a super warm spring in Tennessee. And so far a hot, but decently wet summer. At least until the last week or so when it has blissfully cooled off. Apparently all of this is very bad for the tomatoes. So last year it was too dry and now we’ve got hot and wet and that isn’t good either?  I’m selfishly sad because Tennessee has some of the best tomatoes I’ve ever eaten.  I don’t want a no tomato summer. And what will happen at the tomato festival if there are no tomatoes?    It’s too tragic to even dwell on.

I have complained before that on the whole Nashville seems to be at least ten years behind the rest of the country in technology.  It’s not that hard to figure out, people.  A bad website isn’t less expensive than a good one.  AUGH!!  This rant brought to you another bad website that doesn’t work.  A sewing school I’d like to take classes at has a site.  You can read about the classes, the school and the teacher.  The schedule link is hosed.  The ‘contact us/directions/address’ link is completely broken.  I can not call or email them.  I can not get a schedule.  All I can do is see that they offer the class I want.  Brilliant.

Also I can’t help but wonder if this societal habit of reading the news over our morning coffee has made us all more unhappy than we otherwise would be.  I started my day with great news (my cousin had a baby!  Mama and baby both doing fine despite some complications!) and then I read the news and now I am grumpy again.

I did have marionberry jam on my toast this morning.  It was delicious, even if my grandpa did’t make it.

The cooler weather remains in Tennessee.  I have to say, it’s fantastic.  Maybe to day I will wear the dress I finished sewing yesterday to celebrate.  Hmm, I should take pictures of it too.  And with that, I’m off, out in to the world.

It very rainy in Nashville today.  I went to sleep last night to the sound of the rain just starting to fall.  It was very comforting.  I realize now that most of the rain we’ve had recently has been lound, crazy storms, so this just plain old rain seems very calming.

I woke up this morning thinking one of the players in my dream was splashing in the bath, but really it was cars on the street outside running through puddles.  (And my dreams were of people I haven’t seen in 20 years–the brain is a strange place.)

I would love to have a cushioned window seat to read in today.  A window seat filled with plants, and looking out on to a green and grey landscape.  A window seat like the one on the first floor landing in the house I grew up in.  Hmm, today feels like a “house I grew up in” kind of day.  Which is to say I’d like to be reading Harriet the Spy in that window seat or making complicated papercrafts for some childhood game of imagination.

Instead I will sort some stuff for a small project, and go to the Goodwill and the library.  I will sautee vegetables and quinoa for lunch and drink lots of water.  I wil try and squeeze some yoga in before work and call it all a good day.

It’s the pay it forward craft meme.  And I am crafty so I shall participate. Here’s how it works:

The first five people to leave a comment on this post will get something from me.
But in return, you have to do the same thing on your blog and make something for five other people.
The details are as follows, and if you want to play, copy the following onto your blog and leave me a post:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. Whatcha get is whatcha get.
2. What I create will be just for you, with love.
3. It’ll be done this year (2009).
4. I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something cyber. It may be weird or beautiful. Or it may be monstrous and annoying. Heck, I might bake something for you and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!
5. I reserve the right to do something strange.
6. In return, all you need to do is post this text on your blog and make 5 things for the first 5 to respond to your blog post.
7. Send your mailing address – after I contact you.

I am listening to loud, smart blues rock and drinking coffee to try and reset my equilibrium after being woken up by the Jehovah’s witnesses.  Still feel a little off kilter, was having long, vaguely unpleasent dreams about books, work, the mafia, drving, moving, being unsettled, love and weather.  So, um, I guess dreams mostly about what I write about here?

Last night I was image searching for some art ideas I have and got totally waylaid looking at Moorish and Moroccan tile and design patterns.  Hours were lost to this venture.  And then I found the perfect Keds.  Someone put that “design your own shoes” thing to great effect.  If I had any money at all I would totally buy them.

I find life strange in it’s weird connections. When I moved to Tennessee, Libelle and I drove across country and stopped as we could at the classic Americana roadside attractions.  Including the Corn Palace in South Dakota, which is an example of  Moorish Revival Architecture.  I’m not sure I knew this when we were there, but it is insanely obvious when you look at it.  It also makes me think, as I often do, of all things I want to be doing.  Almost every single one of these things requires a fair amount of cash and a lot of free time–two things that feel almost mutually exclusive.  (Many of these things I dream of involve roadtrips, writing, international travel or a level of dedication to learning a new skill that requires one not to have another job).  How great would it be to drive around the US, seeking out examples of Moorish Revival architecture, taking pictures and writing short stories to go with each location?  Perhaps stories that tied Islamic culture to American culture throughout the past?

Unrelated, but related: Lately I am strangely obsessed with Huipils.  Not only the culture and history of the garment, but the beauty of it too. I would love to have seen this exhibit.  Really I would love to spend a year with women who make hupils in the old style, learning to perfect the weaving and the embroidery and decoration and learning the status associated with changes in style and how that displays the wearer’s marital status and where she comes from.  I would learn to embroider huipils that told the stories of each woman’s history and her family and the life she lives now  (see above, all my ideas requiring money and time).

I should make a careful list of all the fantastical trips I would like to take to learn more about art and life.  It would probably just depress me.  Or inspire me.  I have hardly any money right now, I guess it wouldn’t matter where I was in the world, if I just upped an went.

Oh, yeah, baby, I was there for it!!!  Heh.  What amuses me the most is how even really famous music people in Nashville are pretty much ignored but a figure skater?  People FREAK OUT! Hee hee hee.

Had a nice more morning, coffee with a friend a talking about a little of everything, but mostly travel and art and writing and collectives and the state of technology.  Am now full of thinky thoughts but none actually formed enough to share.  I do know that I need ot be much more involved creatively.  Whether with other people or not I need to DO.

Right now I have like 30 tabs open.  Some entertainment some work.  Am doing nothing with any of them.  I have a HCT post I need to make.  And I should make lunch.  And run errands.  And make a work list. And write.  And sew.  And plan. And. And. And. And. AUGH!!!!

It has been PAUL week at our house.  We didn’t plan it (though we did tip the scales in our favor), but we have been watching almost nothing but Paul Bettany and Paul Rudd movies.  So I’m sitting here, finishing up somethings from the day, thinking about going to read in bed until I pass out.  And I idly check the TV listings and, oh look, another Paul Bettany movie, Firewall, which I haven’t seen.  Clearly the universe wants us to have Pauls.

I have cleaned out my closet.  Only have shoes and jewelry left to sort.  This is part of my life simplification plan.  And also, seriously, I just have way too much shit.  Shit I don’t need, shit that makes me feels weighted and in some ways makes my life harder than I need it to to be.  So I am cleaning an sorting.  And even after this round of cleaning out I still have way too much stuff. Before MOPMD left for Europe he whittled his possesions down to (I believe) four suitcases (might even have been three) and two cardboard boxes.  Now I don’t aspire to that level of minimalism, but man, it must be really freeing to have so little stuff. Zen levels of relaxing.  The absence of desire is the end of suffering. And, apparently, the absence of stuff is the end of caring about, uh, stuff.

This morning I got a massage, courtesy my friends, T&R, and it was fantastic. Tomorrow I go to the dentist (again), this time to see how the tooth extraction site is healing, to check the health and stability of the rest of my teeth and to start the process for getting my permanent replacement tooth.  I’ve decided (after much research) on a bonded resin bridge.  Implants are completely horrifying to me (I couldn’t even read about them without shuddering in horror) and a traditional bridge is more invasive than I think is necessary.  I’m not 100% sure my dentist will do this for me, but there are other dentists.  Hopefully I won’t have to shop around for it though, as I do like my dentist and I’d like to get through all this as quickly as possible.  The flipper appliance has been okay, in the sense I can talk to people without feeling awkward about the gap in my mouth, but I’ve never gotten the hang of eating with it in and really, I just don’t like the feeling of it in my mouth.  I’d like to get back to as close to normal as soon as possible.  I am hoping the appointment tomorrow goes okay and doesn’t undo all the good work my massage did this morning.  I probably should have scheduled the appointments in the reverse order.

(Wow, Paul Bettany looks kind of creepy in this movie or rather, he just shouldn’t have his hair like that.  And yet his voice make my knees a little weak.  Man, I could listen to him read the phone book.)

Amazon has this new button you can add to your browser that will allow you to add nearly anything you can find on the internet to your wishlist.  This is fantastic.  Not just for glorious, disgustingly consumer aspect of it, but simply for keeping lists of things.  I maintain a private wish list on Amazon, not for gifts, but rather so I can keep track of things I want to read or watch or whatever.  Now I can keep track of things Amazon doesn’t have.  I am quite gleeful over this.  (And since I am talking about it, here is a gratuitous link my own wishlist, in case one of you won the lottery this weekend and were thinking you needed to buy me a present.)

Amazon has long ben trying to ensure that I rarely go anywhere else to get stuff and they are slowly realizing that dream. If Amazon Fresh ever becomes available where I live then I’ll have to get dressed even less often.  Fabulous.

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Had a fantastic visit with my sister.  Did lots of touristy stuff, lots of chores, lots of lazy stuff and lots of laughing.  I posted our pictures of the Lost Sea and Cheekwood on Flickr.  Sadly we didn’t take nearly enough pictures of anything, but then we never do.

What I learned from this trip was that I still like travelling with my family and I need to win the lottery, so there can be much much more sister travelling.

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I’m ridiculously excited for the new Harry Potter movie.  I probably won’t go see it this week, but soon!!   In anticipation of it, I made Libelle watch the Daniel Radcliffe episode of Extras (the scene with Dame Diana Rigg has got to be one of the funniest things ever put on TV)  and we’ve had all the movies on in the background today (one of the channels is showing them all).

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It’s been a much needed lazy day around here.  I did actually bathe, but barely got dressed.  I posted pictures online, read blogs, drank coffee, made lunch, took out the trash, read a little, picked up my room a little, washed my hair (very time consuming), and lazed around a lot.  Very nice for a grey and somewhat stormy Sunday.

With my sister gone life returns somewhat to normal.  Which means I need to start Getting Things Done.  The only question is, what exactly will those things be?

The most immediate concern is, what will I do about dinner?  Why are there no cute, red-haired (Weasley) boys to bring me carnitas?  Or perhaps a nice Cobb salad?  Instead I’ll have to forage on my own through the depths of the fridge.  Sadly we did not make it to the store today.

Keds has this design your own shoe thing, where you can mix and match from their designs or you can upload your own pictures and get Keds made in any pattern at all.  I don’t even really wear shoes like this, but I think this is so incredibly cool.

Oh!  Oh my!!  Dinner cupcakes, bread version.  Dinner cupcakes, meat version.   And then, after the dinner cupcakes we have delicious gay cupcakes.

Paper stars!!  someday I am going to lock myself in the house and make hundreds of these.  I will fill jars with them and give them away to everyone.

Trey Deuce Club, Vol. 1.  Get it!