lazy Sunday

We're slowly getting the house in order, slowly because Don is busy and I'm lazy. I will post all kinds of pics once it's done, here's some bits and pieces:



I made this cage for Frisky when we moved in. Despite the fact that's it a bigger, more luxurious living space then he had been acustomed to, he didn't want anything to do with it for the first couple of days. Now, he won't leave. Hardwood floors and rabbit feet don't mix.


That look of love has more to do with the close proximity of kibble than the close proximity of me. I've learned to deal with this daily insult in my life.


Here's our modern kitchen with my kitschy thrift store appliances! I love our high tech stove top, it boils water in 0.5 seconds. This picture was taken pre-stuff, so it's likely I'm making rice salad, a dinner we ate a lot at the time. Next time you cook rice, try adding salad dressing instead of oil, it is really delicious.


I just set this area up yesterday with a nightstand I got from the Salvation Army, and I'm so excited to have my own hair and make-up vanity area. It makes me feel like:





You think a mutt can strut like a showgirl? No girl, ya need A PRO!






Behold, my knitting creations!



I named these "cross-country armwarmers" because it took me moving across the country to finish them, and they look like windy roads in New York state that take FOREVER to drive through. I'm excited about these because this is the first pattern I created that worked in real knitting life.


I made this beret hat awhile ago, for the hard winter ahead. Easy and cute.



Is that skull wearing the same hat as me???

Quit being such a wet slanket

I found this today, and I think I'm in love:


A sleeved blanket? No wonder this is causing such a sensation around people who never leave their home. Look how much more fun everyone is having with a slanket on! Otherwise, dulls-ville with some silly wigs. I liked the red one, but after I read the description, I changed my mind:

"This color is so hard to describe with words. It's a feeling, a vibration, a longing. It's rich and vibrant. It draws you in and drapes you with comfort and color. If passion was a Slanket, it would be this color...maybe passion IS a Slanket. Slide into one and find out."

GROSS. Though the Slanket does seem to inspire passion:

Slanket Proposal
My boyfriend and I have been talking about getting Slankets for weeks, but hadn't yet bought them. I came home on Saturday, and he said he got us early Valentine's Day presents- Slankets! He had his on, and gave me mine. Turns out, he had had his mother sew pockets into mine, and inside the pocket was an engagement ring... He asked, and I said yes! Proposal via Slanket... what could be better?!
Jessica
Boston

What could be better?! Though the fact that the Slanket doesn't come ready-made with pockets worries me. Where do you keep snacks? You'd have to get UP, go GET them, and THEN sit back down. I thought this was the Scrubby Loser's blANKET.

Margot Marie

Hey everyone, I'm sorry the promised pictures haven't been added yet. I've been with my family in Northern California for the past week. As some of you may know, my grandma has been battling a very bad form of cancer for the past two years, and she passed away last week. We were very close, and I'm grateful I made it out to see her and say goodbye.

Here's a picture of my Grandma and I at my sister's wedding in July, where I look borderline inappropriate in my bridesmaid dress:



Be sure to raise your glasses tonight to a funny, lovely lady.

Stuff n' Thangs

Huzzah! The stuff has arrived! I wondered if I would feel overwhelmed once I got all my belongings back in my possession, and that I would gain a new realization of the transient nature of self and identity based on what you "own". But that's not what happened. I feel more secure and like myself having all my things around. Important but not surprising insight: first boxes I opened where kitchen and knitting related. Surprising thing is that I have no interest in any of the many clothes and shoes I deemed neccessary to bring. But that might have to do with the fact that it's so humid anything you wear is instantly gross, and I can wear the same thing every day with no one, except maybe Frisky, judging me.

Frisky is also a fan of stuff, since now there are more hiding places for him, so he can wander around and chew wires in safety. However, he first threw out a decoy ferret-shaped toy to see if there were any owls or hawks flying through the apartment, looking for a small furry animal meal. Clever boy.

P.S. Tropical storms are AWESOME.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE

HowManyOfMe.com

There is 1 person with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Our stuff should finally be back in our grubby little hands come Monday. I only hope that doesn't coincide with tropical storm Hanna, which is headed up north. Our first tropical storm! I'm sure that exclamation point only proves what a naive Southern Californian I am. Nothing about tropical storms or hurricanes is ! except HOLY HELL IT'S COMING!!!!!!

i work from the home.

As most of you know, my job in San Diego was lovely enough to keep me on for the next couple of months, so I've been working from home since we arrived in Boston. I'm going to give it to you straight- it is awesome. Don't shower? Who cares! Certainly not you or your chair.

However, there is only so much time you can spend at home alone before you start saying your thoughts out loud to ease the silence, and you realize what a boring, boring person you are:

"Why does my internet keep cutting out???!!! Oh, I fixed it."

"How's it going, Frisky?"

"I'm hungry."

"I wonder if the mail's come yet." (I have become obsessed with the mail since we got here. I check at least 3 times a day.)

"Are those Cheerio or Fig Newton crumbs on my shirt?" (Answer- little of both.)

"What's up, Frisk?" He gets asked that question at least 20 times a day. And it always startles him.

".... staring at the computer screen while mouth breathing"

So working from home is great for letting personal hygiene slide, but be prepared to stare into your deep, deep, boring abyss.