But no, my friends, I have not been "mellowing." I do not mellow. Instead, I have been doing this----and this--Yes, you with that look of horror upon your face, that is what you think it is--I HAVE been prepping for Valentine's Day.
I have an idea for a denim quilt with denim heart applique that I've been working on for my etsy shop, and a plan for another one but with all the heart appliques decorated by our family (ideally each topped with a red or pink vintage button, although I do not actually own any vintage buttons), and I'm doing some cardmaking for my Craftster swap, and the result of all this is...
Y'all, I ran out of stash. I am about two pairs of blue jeans shy of cutting out all the pieces for my second quilt, and I flat-out ran out of vintage songbook or poetry book pages dealing with the concept of love. So obviously I ran by the Recycling Center today, because their free Sidewalk Exchange is continually rife with ripped blue jeans and crazy old books (I found porn there once! Porn!). But the Recycling Center? Closed! With a big sign out front saying they're closed on Mondays now!
Stupid New Year.
When I found myself standing in the study earlier tonight eyeing my 1936 Kittredge Shakespeare, I was all, "Whoah, lady! Calm on down. You can find some real-live trash tomorrow."
Oh, and since some people in the Blog-verse have accused me of objectifying my husband in my last post (And I don't know what you could have a problem with--he was HAPPY when he found out we were going to have sex), here's a photo of Matt's butt for you:See? That's how you objectify somebody, you sillies!