Reupholstering

Attempting first, small reupholstering project as we speak.  We'll see how this goes!

Unfortunate Boots Update

After receiving no shipping notification for over a week, Target cancelled my order.  I WANT BOOTS!

I did it.

I bought boots.  They have yet to ship.  Nothing fancy, $50 Target boots. I hope they turn out well.  Oh, heavens, do I want to love wearing boots.


I would post pics but Target.com is not picture friendly.  


Speaking of Target, I was at Target in Seattle the other day on my date with myself (yes, date with myself), and was shopping with the Seattle Storm. They were there with some teen girls from the boys and girls club, being filmed shopping with them, interviewing, and otherwise making me feel tiny.  For the first time in my life, I felt short.  So that is what that feels like. Hmm.

Once Upon A Time, I Went to the Fair

It was not a glorious fair.  But fun, nonetheless. Here are things I noticed/learned/observed, in no particular order:

1: There are a lot of oddly shaped people out there.  And I really mean shaped.  All kids of shapes and sizes.  Good people watching at the fair.

2: Mullets are alive and well.

3: $1 will buy you about 3 oz of fair wine. 

4: Children cannot go in the wine garden. Even babies who clearly cannot walk, talk, or grasp anything with any real efficiency. 

5: You will get carded even while holding said baby.  "Just because you have a baby doesn't mean you are 21!

6: People say the wrong things while carding you. People who should know better.  Example:

            -Man at wine booth about to put foot in mouth: "I better see your ID.

           

- I show man my ID.

-Mean man at wine booth after looking at me, then checking my age: "Wow,

  you're young!"

-Me about to school wine man on proper ID etiquette: "That is not what you 

   are  supposed to say.  How about, 'wow, you sure don't look 30!"

-Wine insulter: "That's what I said!"

-Spring Chicken Me disagrees.  He did NOT say that.

7: Funnel cakes fulfilled all my hopes and dreams for first funnel cake 

      experience.

8: Piglets are cute.

9: Horses still scare the living bejeeze out of me.

10: Babies at fairs are cute, even when they eat a leaf and throw up.  Still cute!

11: When did the fair get so expensive?

12:  It's fun to fake a birthday at Red Robin, especially when it's a 6-year-old’s    

        idea. 

Behold

Yesterday, in the room I now call my "workshop" (because I want to sound like Santa) I discovered that I can make the most adorable little creation ever. 


Behold:

Yes, my heart belongs to Idaho.  And so could a baby's, thanks to my cute little onesie.

Or, perhaps you are Puget Sound Transplant like myself?  Never fear! There's a onesie for that!

And folks, these can be in any state!  With a heart (or a star if you are opposed to hearts or are star-inclined) in any location!  The madness!

Tomorrow, I will venture to my first golf lesson.  I am nervous for two reasons:

1. I am terrible and go golfing mainly for the accessories and sunshine.

2. Teachers never like me.  Yes, I'm a teacher. And teachers never like me.

We'll see how it goes.  Yikes.

Soy Loco Por Los Cornballs!

Because I do not have a TV in my office/craftroom/sewing room/workshop/studio, I have been watching episodes of Arrested Development while I do my thing.  True, I've seen each episode at least 542 times, and true, I know them all by heart, but this show was truly fantastic.  Plus, I already watched all two seasons of Modern Family (which I was reluctant to watch despite numerous recommendations and totally loved.)

Currently, my overweight and kind of mean feline is working on retrieving the head of a fake flower out from under the bookshelf in said room.  He's been working on this since yesterday morning.  I fear it will not happen for you, buddy.  Admit defeat.

I'm getting my hurr did at 11:00 today. Hot diggity damn. About flippin' time.

Yesterday was Beach Day, Part Deux.  While a bit of a drive from my suburbia, sunshine is rare this summer and the opportunity to hang out with cute nuggets...well, I can't turn that down!

Earlier in the week, my car, Pamela, and I ventured down south to visit the kingdom of delight, Ikea, with my friend Lindsay.  The drive down included a fantastic string of satellite radio songs, totally redeeming my faith in satellite radio.  Then we found myriad fantastic finds, had a humorous/not very productive mall trip, lunch, and a less-than-excellent movie (but with a great movie date!)

Here is some delightful photographic evidence of our day.

Good start, XM.  Good start.

Nicely done, XM.

And they just keep comin'!

Six-year-old me thanks you, XM.

9th grade me says yesssss.

Ikea haul.

Ikea anticipated my outfit choices and designed a mock kitchen, accordingly. Oh, that Ikea. 

Adorable wee jars for my hoozits and whatsits galore.

 Tried to load my before pics, but they all are coming out sideways. Don't have the energy to figure it out right now.

 Shelves on north wall with new organizational doodads.

New fancy monitor my Daddy helped me pick out.

 Southwest corner of room.  Painted the walls two-tone green last summer. Finally have a reason to look at them!  White boards are magnetic. Photo is of my dad and grandfather in the mountains in Idaho. Used to be in living room but matches green room so well!

Thanks, Lindsay for the fun print!

Let's Get This Shop On The Road

I have been slow to update my Etsy shop, but I promise it is on the way.  Yesterday, I discovered my TV was not functioning properly and was not playing any sound. I promptly turned it off, went into the room which I will no longer call my office and now call my "Studio", and got to crackin' on some fine baby gear.

Here is a photographic tour of events.

Big pile of washed fat quarters. Not the most fun part.

Ironing. So much ironing.

Faithful helper. 

The "Happy Camper".  Thanks for the creative "consultation", Lindsay!

Take that, cupcake!

Had to run out for more supplies.  

Saw this at intersection.  

Really?

 (In case you cannot read it, the window clearly states "RIP Grampa".)

Joann promptly closed at 6 pm this Sunday evening.  I arrived at 6:03.

This left me no choice but to go to my neighborhood Super Walmart, which I loathe. 

 No other craft section in my small suburb.

This is how I feel about Walmart.

Luckily I had this kicky number to help me through the drive through the massive, endless expanse of parking lot, which as usual includes a plethora of Walmart Walkers.  See folks, people in Walmart parking lots walk out in front of cars in a way that exists in no other place in all the land.

Line was pathetically long at every checkstand. I just need some Heat and Bond, people!!  All I need is clear quilting thread!

My 10-year-old self really wanted this CD from the $5 bin. My 30-year-old self wanted the $5.

After about 10 minutes, the line had dwindled down to "just" this.  

I decided to double check onesie prices at my local Navy Exchange, which the "usuals" refer to as the NEX, but I am never a usual and refer to it as the Nexchange.  I checked the hours on the door and was delighted at 6:54 to discover they did not close until 2000 (military store, military time on the door, my friends).  So imagine my surprise when oogling the tiny pieces of garment, when a voice "reminded" me that my local NEX was closing in 5 minutes.  Fridge!!  So I grabbed me some itty bitty onesies, and hightailed it out of there.  Of course, I had time to visit my dreamboat of a camera.  

Hello there, pretty lady.  Can I buy you a fish sandwich?