Tuesday, December 13, 2005



This summer I found some really lovely quilts that are pretty light weight and not so great for our Minnesota winters. I was so sad to put our old comforter back on the bed... it just looks so blah now. However, today I found this, and it's just filled with beautiful blankets made out of felted sweaters. I've been picking up old wool sweaters around town for a while now, and I've got a small collection going. I might give the whole quilt idea a try. After messing around with how to felt, I think I've got it down to a science. Hot wash/cold rinse with a couple tablespoons of dish soap. Dry on high, but empty your dryer filter mid-cycle because it makes a huge mess.



Isn't this skirt adorable? Lots of fun stuff over on their site. It looks like it'd be pretty easy to make without a pattern. So, I'd like to try and slap one together soon. Does it seem like it would be better with a stretchy fabric? I don't want it to pull when it's tied, AND I don't want something I'd have to iron. Any suggestions? This is a total side bar... The website where this skirt is from sites on every one of their pages, "Don't Steal, Karma is real". It's not like I'm going to put one together and then try and sell it to Target. I just like making skirts, but what I hate is how superstitious bullcrap sucks me in, even when I don't (especially in this situation) feel like I'm doing anything remotely wrong that'd warrant me getting hit by a truck. In my mind this goes along with the forwards that you're supposed to forward to your all of your friends within 5 minutes or a baby angel will lose it's wings and fall dead to the ground. Or, none of your wishes will come true. Ever.

On a happier note, we had a great weekend over here at the Cannon house. I took a class at the MIA about modern American painters on Saturday afternoon. I wasn't all that excited at first, when I found out that the class would last for 4 FREAKING HOURS. But, the class was wonderful! I got to see the new exhibit, which was pretty good, and heard lots of background info from the docent. Best of all, there was a 70+ year old artist that came for a show and tell about his work. His stories were wonderful. Many centered around LSD, which seemed especially cute because he was just so darned old. After that, almost ALL of our holiday parties happened on Saturday night. So Much Super Lots of Fun. Then, Sunday we got to see the Gnome, the Gnome's husband, and the Gnome's darling baby. It was great to see you coffee slurping mongrels.

On a more personal one, I've been a bit under the weather lately. Nothing catching, just trying to get this crappy thing called Factor V under control with... You guessed it, yeah baby, self injections. Like most people, I like to be in control. In fact, I like to be the driver. I like to be the teacher. I like to follow recipes where I know things turn out yummy. I don't like that this is probably why I miscarried last year. Right around this time. That sucks and it makes me sad in my otherwise happy world. I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself, jabbing myself in the gut every night with something that feels like poison. Ugh. So, tonight I'm making english muffin pizzas and drinking light OJ (which is surprisingly good) and we're going to watch a comfort movie like Moulin Rouge and I'm going to sing along through the whole entire thing. Lucky Zander, eh?

6 comments:

LA said...
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LA said...

I deleted that first one, sorry.

Love those blankets! Make one make one!!!
Skirt, super cool. Make one, make one! Your karma will remain intact, since you aren't planning on selling the skirt - I think that's more the issue for these folks, besides you will look smashing in one.

Down with Factor V!
Up with Joolie!!!!

Rebecca said...

I love that skirt, but it doesn't look like you can order it in the gray that's shown. hmmp.

Messica said...

oh my... i just put my foot in my mouth after making a baby joke in your newer post... i didn't realize! my foot tasted like the gym and I feel moderately atoned for my big-ass mouth.
you're a strong lady to do self-injections... i'm willing to go straight to the Red Cross every 8 weeks exactly to give blood, but I don't know about doing it to myself. you deserve a little Moulin Rouge sing-along, lady!

Julie said...

I'm a sucker for big-ass mouths, maybe it's the whole kindred-spirit kind of thing. And as for giving blood, a bad dose of the hockey coach doing the collecting in my old high school gym has me scarred for life! Youch.

Messica said...

my best friend is the same way. we both gave blood our first time in the cafeteria in High School and she kept saying how bad she had to pee while we were waiting our 10 minutes at the snack table... then BOOM she lands on my shoulder and we pull her to the floor. Within 60 seconds her overfull bladder takes a chill pill all over the cafeteria floor. To top it off, she couldn't sit up without fainting again for over an hour... And finally, our after-lunch class together comes in, Yearbook Photography, and I have to fend them off of taking pictures to commemorate the pissPuddle sadness for the yearbook...