Every year is the same; I finish some massive crafting project in August and embark on the Christmas crafting. Which means, of course, that I need to know who (if anyone) wants what (if anything ( Read more... )

I've not been taking care of my cuticles lately, so they tear and get those annoying staph infections. Adding to the bother is the extent to which I still sunburn; cue more redness and swelling. Frustrating. But for a moment, I stopped and thought. My body, without my being particularly aware of it, is responding to threats. It's working to protect ( Read more... )

Tonight is LAW SCHOOL PROM! I have a vintage yellow dress (that I took the hem up on today) and a grey velvet clutch (that I made today) and GOLD SHOES and my blue coat (that I mended today ( Read more... )

LAW SCHOOOOOOOOOL law school law school law school. Was there ever anything else in my life? I don't know- maybe I should ask my LAW SCHOOL BOYFRIEND to find out. (I do not have one of these.) Peej is coming to live with us, so we're clearing out a room in which to acclimate him. My phone is dead dead dead, so if anyone wants to contact me they ( Read more... )

I putz around on craft sites with embarrassing regularity, and while putzing found this one by a textile artist in Japan. Her sweaters are very chunky and textural, very neat (if not really my style), but some of her crocheted work is fabulous. The screen in the entry I linked is definitely something I want to copy use as inspiration for a curtain ( Read more... )

I, Ursula Owen, pledge that I shall abstain from the purchase of "new" manufactured items of clothing, for the period of 2 months. I pledge that i shall refashion, renovate, recycle preloved items for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will share the love and post a photo of my ( Read more... )

Mornings when Nick isn't here have this strange lucidity to them. I get up, and instead of this constant background apprehension of when he's going to get up, what he's going to do, etc. etc., I have the house all to myself. The only sounds I hear are ones that I make. I'm the only one flipping switches. Much as I love the boy, it's nice to have ( Read more... )