Month: February 2008

Three yards of Japanese duck print fabric (a splurge): $24
One vintage pattern: $7.
Four pearl snaps from my mom’s stash (also vintage): $0.

Wearing animals on your clothing as a grownup: Priceless.

And I want that headscarf, just in case, and I want to be looking over that valley at those power lines. It’s not long until it’s summer here and we get our migration of scarlet macaws, right?

(Image by Paul Costello, via the Decorno site.)

1. Even with the snow over the past two days, I keep thinking of this quote from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: “This is no thaw, this is spring!” (Said by the evil dwarf to the White Witch, which pisses her off.)

2. The Muppet Show has been coming from Netflix this week and I’m remembering things I didn’t know I’d forgotten, like DR. TEETH AND THE ELECTRIC MAYHEM:
That is seriously the best band name ever.

3. I found a gallery of images online this week called Silhouette Masterpiece Theater, which is as cool as it sounds. This is my favorite (click to enlarge):

As Nigel Slater says, “St. Valentine’s is rather like Christmas, in that if you ignore it, you always end up regretting it, feeling mean and cynical. Yes, it is more than a bit cheesy, but I think we have to go with it.”

And go with it we shall, Nigel. In years past, I have never been bothered by being single on Valentine’s Day nearly as much as I was bothered by being single on New Years Eve, but I obviously didn’t do much in the way of celebration. And when I wasn’t alone I still didn’t really make a fuss about the holiday, due to the nagging fear that the partner of the moment would get scared off. (Which I guess they did anyway. No great loss.)

But now, I have a honey who seems like he will stick around in spite of my many moments, and I couldn’t be happier that his idea of celebrating nearly everything is just like mine: seafood. (And champagne, of course; any excuse for that.) Happy St. Valentine’s, my seafood-eating, blog-commenting, public-declaration-of-sentiment-inducing, continually-patient, dear.

As Nigel Slater says, “St. Valentine’s is rather like Christmas, in that if you ignore it, you always end up regretting it, feeling mean and cynical. Yes, it is more than a bit cheesy, but I think we have to go with it.”

And go with it we shall, Nigel. In years past, I have never been bothered by being single on Valentine’s Day nearly as much as I was bothered by being single on New Years Eve, but I obviously didn’t do much in the way of celebration. And when I wasn’t alone I still didn’t really make a fuss about the holiday, due to the nagging fear that the partner of the moment would get scared off. (Which I guess they did anyway. No great loss.)

But now, I have a honey who seems like he will stick around in spite of my many moments, and I couldn’t be happier that his idea of celebrating nearly everything is just like mine: seafood. (And champagne, of course; any excuse for that.) Happy St. Valentine’s, my seafood-eating, blog-commenting, public-declaration-of-sentiment-inducing, continually-patient, dear.

Dear Chris (on the right),
Jesus said we shouldn’t hate people. Just thought you might need a little reminder.

Love,
Karen

(Story here.)
(Bonus story of more inappropriateness here.)

Now I’m sewing furniture. Well, it’s technically a really big pillow (that took 8.5 pounds of fiberfill to stuff!) but it’s being used as an ottoman, so I think it’s furniture. Behold!

Of course, right after I finished this my brother and sister-in-law found a round ottoman at Target for the price I paid for the fabric alone. But mine is certainly more fiberfill-ious.

Today I was going to play either Ad Police (the Utah anti-meth ads really bother me) or Word Police (seriously, Trolley Square? You really want to post a flier a year after your fatal shootings that says, “Hit the Bricks! Shop til You Drop!” ?) but I don’t think righteous indignation is what we need on a Monday.

No, what we need on a Monday are pictures of cute baby goats:

(Pictures taken from search results for “cute baby goat,” of course.)

Now we can pretend we work on a goat dairy instead of various business-to-business tech accounts.

1. The Tribune had an awesome typo this week in Wednesday’s coverage of restaurants offering fixed-price, or prix-fixe (pronounced “pree feex”) meals: They spelled it “pre-fixe”.

2. Quote of the week from my blog readings: Rachel Ray “has tourettes of retarded sayings” (from isuwannee.blogspot.com).

3. Have you been wondering what breed of sheep to include on your ranch? Check out the A-Z guide of sheep breeds! www.sheep101.info