Friday, September 30, 2011
It's 8am and I must leave for job-o number one in half an hour. There's no reason for my mood really, other than a cranky brain. I feel like I slept fitfully, I'm a tad bit oomphy-congested (with dust from job-o number two's window adventure I am sure), yawny, cloggedy clogged up and my left ear is STILL stuffity stuffed. My tea is too hot to drink, my neck is tweaked from sleeping funny and I gave myself a stitch from coughing. Yup, one of THOSE mornings.
Mister has been setting up the new for us computer doing all those techy, computer things I am clueless about. I have piles and piles of books and craft supplies cluttering up the still-in-progress tiny casa and hardly feel motivated let alone as if I am home. Fluxity flux, methinks.
Is this day over yet? Do I get a redo? Oh boy, my brain is cranky with a capital "C" and my heart is s l i g h t l y heavy from other pitiful thoughts. I should make some pom-poms and throw myself some sort of sisboombah party...I would except out of all the craft supplies cluttering up the still-in-progress tiny casa, crepe paper seems to have escaped and is in hiding.
Maybe my tea is drinkable now, gotta skeedaddle to the job-o. May my cranky brain take a leave of absence and call in a substitute that likes to play games, sing songs and smiles.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
This past summer, I spent a lot of time cozying up to a box of yellow cake mix. Here are the recipes I created/made (with happy links), clockwise from the top left:
*cake batter scones
*cake batter cookies
*basic yellow cake
*cake batter fudge
*cake batter blondies
*three minute cake in a jar
*happy blondie batter!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Happy almost October!
Monday, September 26, 2011
I didn't quite get the window finished as the dust was attacking and the heat was cooking me up in that big glass box. I had explicit instructions and so I followed them, it looks pretty good. If I had a budget and more free-range I could have dazzled the heck out of it but I don't so I made do with what we had on hand. My lungs are still recovering but I'm keeping hydrated...ooof!
Today I tackled more boxes and felt completely defeated by my stuff. Too much stuff. most of it is for crafting but I felt just about done in. Do you ever feel done in by your craft supplies? I do not have a craft space for it all so who knows how I am going to organize it. After too many hours of defeat, I threw myself on our second-hand sofa and succumbed to a library book and candy corn.
Tomorrow I have a meeting at job-o number one and so I will turn it into an errand sort of day. A return here, a hunt there and maybe a new (used) pair of jeans. Last night I had a HUGE list in my head of all the things I want/need to do and now of course, I have forgotten it all. If I can think of it, I will create that magic list...tomorrow.
Friday, September 23, 2011
here to see how I turned one vintage pillowcase into a placemat, coaster and napkin. It's super easy and makes for a nifty gift, methinks. Hop on over to craftzine and give it a looksie. Share it on facebook and twitter if you like...please?
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Yesterday was my first day back at work since last week. It was a whirlwind of busy, sobbing kiddos, and sweet observations. I splurged on a massive coke and didn't feel one ounce of bad slurping it all up. It was hot, I still have a cough and man do I love the fizz.
Since the mister and I have both succumbed to the sick, there have been some crank moments. Crankier than usual which can be amusing after the fact but during? Not so much. We've been a bit ssquawkie with each other. Squawkity-squawk, squawk. It doesn't last but it sure makes you want the sick to leave already. To alleviate the squawk-squawkiness, I returned to the homestead to hunt out fabric for a project I need to do today and lingered about enjoying a chatter with the ladies of the homestead. I also may have stayed to watch AMNT but maybe not (cough, cough).
** What is up with this Instax Wide business? The wide camera has been out for quite sometime under a different name. Sure, it was less stylish and all mickey-mouse looking but the wide format is hardly new. I got my first Instax for $45 new WITH film and now they're twice as much? Phooey!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I'm afraid the honeymoon is over. I know. I'm sad too. You are quite the looker and while I'm aware of our age difference, it never mattered to me really. I simply adored you.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Mad Tea Party, I knew I had to make something if only to get my craft on and be a part of the fun without actually being there since I couldn't get down for a visit. In my head I wanted to create stunningly gorgeous garlands using vintage spools and other pretty bobbs but the reality was that I did not have enough vintage spools and it was a party for ten-year-olds who would probably more enjoy a healthy dose of color!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
It's crazy warm today and still. Usually we have a nice breezey breeze blowing about but not today. The light in the new casa is lovely and our new upstairs neighbor may be invisible but we can here them lurking about with each creaky step they take. Mister has hied off to the homestead for more shelf building and painting whilst I read, nap and partake of said brewed tea. I'm itching to hit normal (for me) so that I can clear all these boxes out for good. Slow and steady may win the race but it also makes for semi-cranky eyesores what with all the piles and boxes keeling over.
Just so I haven't completely and utterly lost my noggin, I did manage to do a smidge of organizing. I organized my saved magazines by title and date and then the paints found a new home in a lovely hot pink "hat box". Not bad for this icky-sick, cabin fevered, master cougher. Not bad at all.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Back to the sofa I shall go (our internet cable dealio is only two feet long, keeping us tethered to a very lackluster part of the new tiny casa). Seriously, I am sitting in a thrifted chair using an old orange crate as a laptop table, elbows digging into my knees and shoulders all scrunchy scrunched for a fix. I think I need a nap, or some pie. Drats. Nap it is...happy friday folks!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
i totally thought today was thursday. which is why i told my boss at job-o number two that i could not work (not that i could have anyway as i had job-o number one today). good thing my noggin cleared and i got back on track and off to job-o number one. it was a super busy day full of kiddos and noise and crackers and apples. i pulled ten splinters out of one kiddo's palms and had another lean into me for a snuggle that left gooey cracker crumbs all over my neck. sigh. so delightful.
after work, the sister a-go-go and i hightailed it to our favorite apple farm for many pounds of galas, empires, mutsus and bellflowers. we always think we are going to bake a pie or two but somehow the apples simply make it to our mouths on a daily basis until they are all gone. they are THAT good.
tomorrow i hang out at the new tiny casa awaiting the arrival of the man with the cables that will give our home some internet. i hope he shows and i hope it all works. while i wait, i plan on filling in the first set of bookcases the mister built for behind the sofa...good times, no?
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Just got back from a quickie trip to L.A. to see Neko Case at the Hollywood bowl with the my buddy Megan of radmegan. It was super short, far too short really but I had a blast and am so, so, so happy I conquered my long distance driving fear and hit the road. Megan, yer the sweetest!
On the drive home, I paused to rest my blurry eyes and do a leetle thrift shopping in Santa Maria where I scored four pairs of pants, two awesome sweaters and two happy long sleeved ts for under ten smackeroos! The best part being that the pants fit. go me!
And then today I had to work at job-o number two but since I did not have to be there until 9am, I hit up our brand new Target in hopes of some Missoni action (I know, I'm still laughing as well) but all I got was a parade of other hopefullys zombie-ing around the brand new store searching all in vain as our store was only getting the clothes and a few dishes. Drats. instead, I purchased a mop, tension rod, bottle brush and a boring old king sized pillow for the bed.**
Tomorrow is job-o number one and I am so looking forward to afterwards so I can maybe, hopefully conquer some of this sleepiness and take a nap. Phew!
**and maybe a pair or two of Missoni socks that jumped into my shopping cart.
Friday, September 09, 2011
I've been thinking a lot lately about all sorts of things but mostly I've been thinking about self-positivity. see, I'm not very good at liking myself. I'm actually pretty awful at it. It seems I have an awesomely endless carpetbag full of negative self-comments and I think I need to toss it. Or maybe, like Doris Day sings, toss it in a box, tie it with a ribbon and throw it in the big blue sea...
There are many reasons why I'm thinking of all this right now but what prompted this brain blurt was Pinterest. while I adore Pinterest, I find that mostly I adore my followers and the people I follow. And while I try to venture out to find new people to follow, I find that too many outside of my bubble are mean. Rotten really. There's a lot of hatred regarding body types popping up all over the place there. Skinny ladies hating on fat girls and plump ladies negating the thin it's all a bit of a hate fest and I find it sadder than sad. Sure, there are good body pins and the like but still those stir up negative comments and words get bantered about and the hate fest begins all over again.
But back to what prompted this though process was a board that I like that had pinned a lovely illustration of a larger than life lady all nekkid and smiley and hugging herself. The comment underneath read "Fat Positive" and I thought, why not "Self Positive"? Why not forget this whole business of fat or thin or skinny or large and just plain old like ourselves. You don't have to get all lovey dovey just yet, a simple "I Like You" would be nice.
Don't you think?
Thursday, September 08, 2011
it was hot yesterday. stupid hot. not l.a. hot but still, hotter than hot. the kind of hot where all you want to do is nap in yer skivvies and eat homemade popsicles. at job-o number one, the kiddos were so lethargic that though hot, the day went by pretty quickly. the otter pops may have helped.
speaking of otter pops, do you remember them? i swear they were larger when i was a kiddo and the colors were different or maybe the flavors? i know everyone loves good old Louie Blue but i have to tell you, i have a soft spot for Sir Isaac Lime.
aaaand...speaking of Sir Isaac Lime, it had been ages since I ventured into a Starbucks but a few weeks ago I did and instead of coffee, I opted for one of these and it tasted JUST like a good old fashioned otter pop. makes me wish i actually sent in those box tops when i was in high school for a free otter pop t-shirt. how cool would that be?
**oh my, the otter pops now SING!
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
Not too far up the coast from us is a little beach town called Cayucos. We like to head up there for our favorite fish n chips place The Sea Shanty, which is just what we did a few weeks ago.
After much talk and chatter about the fast approaching Talk Like a Pirate Day, we wandered up the road to pick up some browned butter cookies and then hit the pier to watch the boogie boarders careen about. It was a slow and lazy kind of summer day. Just the kind we a-go-gos like.
Monday, September 05, 2011
a just because kind of party because...well...i think a party would be delightful. but for now, i have work and a project and unpacking and no internet so things may be s l o w for a wee bit while i pretend i am a responsible adult and high of doing responsible things such as said project and unpacking. i'm hoping the lack of internet at the new tiny casa will keep me on task. mister's bookshelves are almost finished so i must get that living room organized. it's really nice seeing all of our kitschy-bits out of the open but it still doesn't quite feel like home. keep yer fingers crossed for us and see you soon!
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Last year, at the farmer's market, we happened upon an old pick up truck chock full of watermelon. We're talking the REAL deal folks. Oblong melons with stripes of green. Rattlesnake melons full of striped seeds. Melons that poppity-pop open the moment you poke a blade into them. You may believe that you have been eating watermelon every summer but you truly haven't until you've had one of these. The memory of your childhood zooms into focus so quickly you wonder how you managed to choke down all those seedless imposters. These green beauties are heaven. The awesome guy that grows them, calls them dry-farmed watermelons. I have an inkling of what that means but couldn't explain it all and really, he's such a melon rock-star that I get all mumbly and star-struck trying to chat with him. I'm a serious dork and these melons are seriously the most amazing fruit I have tasted. Last week was his first week at the market and I spied his truck at the same time as another market wanderer and we ran up to him, arms a flapping, hands a-clapping and voices singing out
"You're back! You're back! Yay, you're back!"
as we fell towards each other, two complete strangers, clutching at each other, jumping up and down and giggling so joyfully the memory is kind of enough to snap me out of my rotten mood. Yes, they are THAT good!
with all this change and waiting, there is a tiny smidge of a sad raccoon that has gotten its toe in the door. i'm trying to shoo it away as best i can but i made the MAJOR mistake of attempting clothes shopping. when there is a sad raccoon lurking about, never, EVER go clothes shopping or look in the mirror. mirror looking is simply an invitation for that sad raccoon to move on in and outstay its welcome from the get-go. you know me and change, i'm not really a fan, so here's to settling in and getting shelves up and maybe if i put that raccoon to work it will leave in a jiffy. the jiffiest of jiffies. here's hoping.