Diagrams Of Awesomeness
I meant to add this Venn diagram to my work post yesterday:
I meant to add this Venn diagram to my work post yesterday:
A couple of sites I worked on the last two months are finally live:
(I’ve done more than this, of course. Have I mentioned the work that required a trip on a private jet?)
I had to scrap the yellow pin dot dress (the fabric wasn’t working with the pattern and it was awfully yellow), and while putting it in the “fail bin” I noticed a chambray dress I’d scrapped two summers ago. I put that one away because I couldn’t figure out the placket; but in the last two years I’ve made plenty of plackets like that so I finished it up over the weekend:
I can’t place the pattern exactly–maybe early 70’s? Here’s the envelope:
It’s not the best dress I’ve ever made but it will be fine to wear to the farmer’s market. I’m liking chambray a lot lately: I’ve bought trousers and a shirt made out of it (yay disposable income!), and now I have this. The fabric reminds me of The Grapes of Wrath.
We know Toby was born in June, because he was nine months old last March when we adopted him. I arbitrarily picked June third as his birthday because it was the same day of the month as mine, making it easy to remember.
Well, June 3 came this year and I was out of town–I missed his birthday! Fortunately, cats don’t really keep track. I did bring him presents Sunday: a new scratching post and a crinkle tube that he loves.
It’s a pretty dark photo, but I’m sure Toby likes how it makes him look more like a vicious hunter hiding in the jungle (tunnel).
1. I didn’t mean to sound as if I was complaining about the ride on a private jet yesterday; the booties just struck me as funny. (To be clear, I was complaining about Unprofessional Dude.) Maybe it was a “the rich aren’t different from you and me” moment.
2. Another baby at the alpaca ranch:
3. That’s all I have. I’m dragging today.
1. I didn’t mean to come off as “all I got from this business trip was a ride on a private jet” yesterday. It was a rare experience that only my fabulous job made possible. It’s just that, as cool as Gulfstream jets are, I think my quality of life is much higher on the patio at the apartment, with chosen company and a cocktail, both of which were noticeably absent on the jet.
1. If the owner of the conglomerate we were hired by can afford a private jet, can’t he afford to have the jet’s carpets cleaned? If so, then why would we all have to wear booties over our shoes while in the plane?
2. Is it really professional to point out various landmark places of worship in the Salt Lake Valley as we fly over them and talk about doing religious work in each one of them? Was it really only this guys righteousness that was keeping the plane in the air? Because it was starting to feel like it. (This guy wasn’t with our company, fortunately; but professionalism FAIL.)
Anyway, glad to be back.
…is happening right now, so I’m using Blogger’s scheduled posting function to tell you this. Someone didn’t want me to leave: