Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
In addition to the tooth trauma we had last night, I also came to this stark realization: My son is also growing up. Hence the copious amount of tears post- I-lost-a-tooth -laughter.
While climbing into the car & buckling up yesterday, my son glances up at me through his open car window and very casually begins the following conversation:
M: "Well that's a nice name. Is she in your class or do you ride the bus with her?" ( oh god. oh god. I can feel the chuckles building. Must. Not. Laugh.)
B: "She's in my class. She's got black hair and brown skin and a nice voice" (this I can't fault him with. I'm a sucker for accents myownself)
M: "Well I'm glad you're making so many new friends in your class"
B: "Mooo-ooom... she's not my friend. I'm going to marry her."
B: "D'ya think I'd marry her if she wasn't?" (this accompanied by a disgusted Tsk and a shake of his head. I swear my children think I'm an imbecile sometimes.)
I don't know if I'm ready for this.
and Mommy's PMSing and finds herself in tears over her babies' continued growth.
*A note on construction:
The pocket was a 2"x2" square. I ironed & hemmed all the rough edges in and stitched the bottom & sides to a corner of the pillow.
Match wrong sides to wrong sides of your two pillow pieces, and stitch 3 & 3/4 of the way around the rectangle.
Turn right-side-out and press your seams down. Stuff pillow & hand stitch your opening closed. Viola! World's easiest project.
Now that the pillow has seen some action, I'm going to sit down & applique #1's name on it per her request... And, of course, both siblings are already clamoring for pillows of their own, so I may delve into some patchwork pillow patterns I've been keeping on hand...for fairness' sake...
*also? I promise they aren't really that lumpy... we weren't exactly done when I snapped those oh-so-flattering photos...
Monday, August 23, 2010
So, like a good little ostrich, I've chosen to officially Ignore any hateful communique from the opposite camp. What say you, oh faithful small handful of readers? Is that the best course of action?
Friday, August 20, 2010
(which means I was just playing around with it...not really cleaning per se)
I'm having a brief flirtation with eyelets and grommets
They're just so much fun.
And the hammering's rather cathartic...
I whipped up these three random bands in under an hour
and that includes ironing AND pinning the strips before stitching them down. (blech. you all know how I feel about ironing and pinning)
Don't be surprised if you see these random bits popping up on the arms of friends and acquaintances, as I'm in love with a project that yields multiple successes in under an hour. Doesn't get much easier... AND the next batch is going to have to include some of the wicked huge buttons and snaps I've been hoarding for just the right project...
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
And so, for your entertainment, my answers to three of the Q's that I A'd.
What's been your greatest challenge to date? *
With three toddlers (ages 3, 5 and 6) to raise and support, a full time day job, and a continuously insurmountable pile of laundry (that I'm convinced reproduces when I'm not looking), I barely have time to reinforce my sanity nightly, let alone devote the hours each night to creating and improving my craft that I would love to indulge in. I finish projects on lunchbreaks and at red lights during my commute and while putting in a few miles on the treadmill. I sew on the weekends and while The Munchkins nap or after they've finally dropped off to sleep. I sacrifice sleep to excorsize the craft demons, and it's worth every minute.
Monday, August 16, 2010
and I just kind of love it.
And some days...I think I really need it.
Out on the trail, coffee was a staple among cowboys. Piping hot coffee helped a cowboy shake off the stiffness from sleeping on the hard desert ground, and it was also a good beverage to wash down the morning sour dough biscuits. But cowboys didn’t have the luxury of fancy coffee brewers or french presses. They had to pack light, so all they usually had was a metal coffee pot, sans filter, to brew their coffee in. No matter. A cowboy could still make a decent cup of coffee. Here’s how.
- Bring water to a near boil over your campfire.
- Throw your coffee grounds right into the water. That’s right. Filters are for city slickers.
- Stir the coffee over the fire for a minute or two.
- Remove the pot from the fire and let the coffee sit for a minute or two to allow the grounds to settle at the bottom of the pot. Add a bit of cold water to help speed along the settling process.
- Carefully pour the coffee into your tin cup so that the grounds stay in the pot.
- Stand around the fire with your left thumb in your belt loop and your coffee cup in your right hand. Take slow sips and meditate on the trek ahead.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
but I relish the sounds of the city in dusk.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Thai Cantaloupe Salad
1 large, ripe fragrant cantaloupe, peeled and cut into bite-size chunks
1 jalapeno, diced (can be seeded or not -- seeds make it hotter) or Thai red chile for more heat
1/3 cup thinly sliced basil leaves
3 to 4 Tbsp lime juice (or to taste) -- about one lime
1/2 tsp fish sauce (or to taste)
Generous pinch sugar
Coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste
In large serving bowl, gently toss all ingredients together. Taste and adjust amounts of lime, sugar, fish sauce, and seasoning as desired.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
*I started with two coordinating cotton prints for the body of the skirt and some bias tape trim and ties. This skirt is kind of one-size-fits-most, and you'll need about 3/4 yard of both.
Backstitch, and go from one end of the ties across the top of the skirt panel and to the other end of the ties, folding over and in half at that tie end, too. Attach another strip of bias tape to the other skirt panel. This time you don’t need ties, so match ends of skirt top to end of bias tape. Pin and sew. Is this easy or what?!
And the best part about this skirt? It's Reversible!!!
~And the crowd goes wild!~
Just untie, spin, and retie!
Friday, August 6, 2010
I want to hang out with this guy.
I want to smoke cigars with him and have him walk around shirtless saying endlessly intelligent things.
I want him to think I'm humorous and engaging.
I want to sit outside at some cafe and have women walk by and stare little evil, jealous stares while we share a decanter of cheap table wine and laugh at some private joke.
I first discovered him pursuing a Spanish minor in Bloomington...sophomore year maybe? The tricky thing about a Spanish Lit class is that the interpretation of the translation is often so loose that our essays would vary wildly and erratically...and I was constantly worried I got it wrong.
I was mesmerized the first time I read this poem out loud. I wrote it in dry erase marker over and over. At one point I had it memorized. It's gorgeous read aloud... it's even striking in English. And that's something, because in my experience the translation of something into one's own language is never quite as powerful...
So today, enjoy Neruda.
I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Ice Cube Tray Sushi
7 oz. sashimi-grade salmon, cut into ¼-inch cubes (cooked shrimp or vegetables work well, too)
3 scallions, chopped
3 tbsp. cucumber, finely chopped
3 tbsp. (approximately 5) grape tomatoes, finely chopped
2 tsp. lime juice
1 tsp. orange juice
2½ tbsp. mayonnaise
¼ tsp. sesame oil
¼ tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. pepper
2 c. cooked rice (preferably from a Japanese or Chinese restaurant)
1. Combine all ingredients except the rice in a bowl.
2. To make the sushi-rice blocks, use an ice cube tray as a mold. Prepare the mold by sprinkling it lightly with water.
3. Press the rice into the tray squares; use your finger to push a hole three-quarters of the way into each square.
4. Turn the mold upside down onto waxed paper and tap until the squares fall out.
5. Fill each hole with 2 tsp. of the salmon, shrimp, or vegetable mixture and serve.
*I think I need this book!
Time for Dinner
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Those of you with weak stomachs should probably stop reading here:
AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
Really I hefted a brick and dropped it on Mickey. He stopped moving. But, afraid I'd only increased its suffering instead of ending it, I quickly dropped another brick on it. This one might have been more tossed or even thrown, than dropped really... I nearly threw up. Then I grabbed a corner of the bag with my thumb and first finger, the way a baby picks up cheerios, exactly and with as little surface contact as possible, and carried it at arms length to the trash can.
How do you tell your kids you killed something?
I know how I told the people at the office: With a full cup of coffee and lots of hand gestures and jumping about... And I know that in a day or so this is going to be funny...really it is. But other than the random bug or snail, this is the first thing I've actually killed. And, I suppose I should be pleased about the fact that it upsets me, even if only to prove I'm not completely desensitized... right?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
@ 4:06am: 10 incredible ways to hit on her
Monday, August 2, 2010
Some days I blink and look around and wonder how in the hell I found myself trapped in this 8-5 desk job that barely pays the bills when I've got a Double G-D Degree in editorial Journalism and Art History.
Fuck. What if this is as good as it gets?