a quarter century

when boyfriend turns twenty-five, you celebrate the occasion by throwing a party and making all your friends dress up. any excuse to craft, i made boutonnieres out of crepe paper and a giant frame out of foam board to document the evening:

the lion's mane

these days i need more than a little drop of courage.

feel the warmth.

i just spilled some hot lemon ginger tea with honey into my lap, and the sensation felt too similarly to that of peeing oneself.

i feel uncomfortable. time to change my pants.

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in my attempts to get more productive, or at least feel more productive, i'm starting to paint here and there. sure, only animals in hats, but maybe something will come out of it.

example 1:




a clockwork giraffe. i have it listed on my scant newly-made etsy page: DirtyBeasts. it's listed even though i've already committed it to hanging on my wall. oh well.

house cat (happy new home)

i moved five months ago. i love my new home.

view from below:


curious, but lovable neighborhood cat:



never-ending weeding:



glorious cactus-skunk-coyote-beast-filled canyon:


one happy roommate:


one furry occasional houseguest:


dominoes for days:

fumble mumble

one drawing a week. that's the deal.

i moved into a house and i have lots of free time, but all i spend it on is staring at the walls. not. any. more.

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happy birthday to me.
best birthday weekend. the willy wonka party i always dreamed of and...



AND




ly and alex wrote not one, but TWO songs about ME! (this is not good for my already over-inflated ego!)

a francoise kind of day

blackbird

//where's the rest of it?//

windsor knots

Look Mom, I can make ties now!

thanks, purl bee!

the whole world (in my hands)

What to do with an outdated globe? (I'm pretty sure the U.S.S.R. is no longer in existence, right?) Turn it into a chalkboard, duh! I think I've finally given myself the butt-whooping I needed to start getting crafty again.

The interweb wows me again with its infinite wisdom and guidance, with a few tweaks.


Covering round things with flat things is pretty impossible, involving five parts headache and one part genius.


It's like picking off that scab you've had on your knee for a week!









All done. Now I can write stupid notes to myself like "Do your laundry." and "Don't be an idiot." Mission accomplished.

Note to those who care: if you ever intend on doing this yourself (DTY, heh), don't do what I did. Forget the contact paper. Forget the chalkboard spraypaint. Don't get impatient and instead wait for the paintable stuff to be in the store, it will make your life so much easier, I promise!