Now that school has started, all I want to do is craft. I started sewing up a tooth fairy pillow since Kidlet surprised us all with a loose tooth last week. A really loose tooth. I decided I'd better get sewing right away.
Kidlet picked out the fabric (a cute ginghamy fabric with fruits that I thrifted a couple of years ago) and she helped design it. So far I have the treat pocket 80% sewn. I still need to embroider and attach the tooth pocket and then sew the little pillow together. I am surprised at how cute it looks, despite my lack of sewing skills. My sewing machine still languishes at my Mama's place so it's all by hand. For her tooth treat, I'm giving her a coin and a little tiny ceramic animal I picked up at the antique store for a couple of bucks. Kidlet is a collector (wonder where she got that from?) and these tiny animals are her newest collection.
I whipped out the above mouse last week. The pattern is from
Ysolda's Whimsical Little Knits I. I knit it out of a worsted weight yarn so he's more giga-mouse than sweet mousette, but I think he came out remarkably well.
Still working on the endless legwarmers but I'm almost done with number 3. Then it's just one more to go! Woo!
I'm also knitting
Ishbel from the aforementioned Whimiscal Little Knits I. I'm about to hit the lace section and I'm a little nervous since I've heard there's a discrepancy in the written instructions and I'm not a chart person. I guess I'll have to try and ferret out the problem or just teach myself how to read a chart (which is what I really should do anyway).
I'm already daydreaming of what project is next. I've got 3 sweaters in my head (
Lisel,
Audrey in Unst and
Novak) and I'm already deciding what yarn to use for
Damson. But first, I need to decide if I'm knitting anything for anyone for Christmas. Not so sure about that since I think I'm the one that enjoys the finished results of my knitting more than anyone else.
And then there's that sewing thing. I'm kind of digging it. Two free patterns came out this past week, from Claire of
Loobylu and Alicia of
Posie, and I'm thinking of taking a stab at them (stab at the projects, not at me with an embroidery needle...heh).
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The dreams have not stopped. Last night (when I actually was able to sleep), I dreamed of a deluge that ruined a couple of walls of the house. Ummm, that dream was way too easy for me to decipher. Kinda spooky, really.
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School is killing my post-concussive head. I've had headaches for a few days now. The class looks fairly straightforward and not particularly challenging, which is good for the aforementioned head. However, since it's a women's studies/sociology course, the readings are not quite the sort of thing with which I am familiar. It takes me far longer to wade through them than it does a history text. Sigh.
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I am reading the most charming book I have ever read. Should you need a heavy does of charm,
Autonauts of the Cosmoroute is for you. Pablo Neruda says of the author, "Anyone who doesn’t read Cortázar is doomed. Not to read him is a serious invisible disease, which in time can have terrible consequences. Something similar to a man who has never tasted peaches. He would quietly become sadder . . . and, probably, little by little, he would lose his hair."
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Ok, that really wraps it up. I just put on
The Jam, which was my Friday morning listening for a year when I was 14. This
song in particular. Enjoy your weekend, all.
Now that school has started, all I want to do is craft. I started sewing up a tooth fairy pillow since Kidlet surprised us all with a loose tooth last week. A really loose tooth. I decided I'd better get sewing right away. 
Vanilla malt and fries. Yes, yes, yes.
Really, what a nice day. I awoke after a very tossy-turny night, full of weird dreams but that was swept away by coffee and beignets at the market downtown. Then a trip to the museum where I snuck in a portrait of myself with Gerhard Richter. Here's a little description from the museum's docent blog..."In the early 1990s, Richter created a series of mirror paintings using blood-red, color-coated glass that reflects whatever comes before it—whether it be the paintings hanging opposite it in the gallery or museum visitors walking in front of it. In undertaking this series of mirrors, Richter joined a centuries-old conversation in the field of Western art about whether artworks actually depict an authentic reality. Richter once noted that a mirror painting, “is the only picture that always looks different. And perhaps there's an allusion somewhere to the fact that every picture is a mirror.”". Pretty cool, eh?
We went home, I read and knit a smidge. Then I got rolling on the sno-cone syrup (made from the lovely berries above). Sadly, I think we need a new ice grinder. It was more of a slightly-smashed-ice cone but that syrup! Tasty.
In a moment of "when's Daddy going to be home?", I had the idea to pull out a 'how to make really big bubbles' article. It worked pretty well, as Daddy rolled up on his bike fairly quickly after (flat tire delayed him).
After a dinner of portabella mushroom burgers with pesto mayo, roasted potatoes and cauliflower, we went for a desert walk. We used to do this nightly two years ago. I think we need to add it back into the mix, at least once a week.
That's a family portrait, by the way. Hubs is upper right, Kidlet is lower left.
Hello, campers!
