This Happened to Me. But You Weren't Here, So You Didn't Know Until Now.
I found Baby Pumpkinhead's monkey languishing on the sofa. Apparently he/she (not sure--haven't asked) was asking reflective questions like, "What will I do after college?" or possibly "Should I grow out my hair?"
The space seemed so private and sacred for monkey, that I quickly snapped the shot and left quietly. He/she may still be there thinking deep thoughts. I'm not sure.
Making This.
That huge street-sized rug that I discovered yesterdady is 1) not the size of my street, and actually not even the size of my current rug and therefore, a little too tiny-ish and 2) includes an old sheet with flecks of green, which means that I will hate it when it's done. What can I say? I got excited and didn't pay attention to the fact that I don't really like the color green. So when I said to myself, "It will just like blend in," I was, in fact, lying to myself.
I'm going to do this to it.
True story. Also I handstitched the back for my trailer quilt last night. It's flannel.
Those sheets stripes are there because I didn't have enough flannel. Even after I used all the white flannel my friend gave me, even after I ripped up the white flannel sheet I used for a paint cloth and kept mostly only the pieces with no not very much paint on them.
Postal Regurgitation: Pep Talks.
No, I'm not going to barf mail. This is the part where I tell you to go read a post I wrote a long time ago because I think it will hELP you and because Tricia asked me to give more making pep talks, which I will, but also which I have done so BEAUTIFULLY in the past (*ahem* *serious nod*) that I want you to read every last word I've said on the matter of Making as the Meat of your life and not the Mashed Potatoes.
GO here for a Making Pep Talk: Time to Grow a Pair, Ladies (a classic from 2011).
We Just Don't Know Yet. But Maybe.
I might write a tutorial about how to make those bike warmers. But only if anybody else has a secret desire to have a bike as cute as mine. It's entirely possible that everyone is satisfied with having an ugly, un-adorned-by-polyester bike and is merely satisfied seeing my bike be better than theirs. Let me know if you wanna know how to do that.
*Dog Chats 1 - 36 were written only in my mind. Please don't try to search for them on the interweb because that might involve having my head www-ed and I feel sure it's a painful process even though other people have probably survived it.
