from the library (finally!) to think about, and a DanceDanceRevolution resolution to conquer.But no, my friends, I have not been "mellowing." I do not mellow. Instead, I have been doing 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."
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."
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Who on EARTH would say you were objectifying him?! At least he got some, right? And if HE wasn't complaining no one else should be :-D
ReplyDeleteBig ups for SEX!
I know, right?
ReplyDeleteBig "ups" for sex? Nice, Kimberly.
i shocked myself too, when i was gathering supplies for cosmo's valentines yesterday. i usually don't think this far ahead, but this is the first year where we can make a bunch of valentine's for his little tiny classmates. i am way more excited than he is, at this point.
ReplyDeletelove the flashlight/night vision affect on the butt shot.
LOL! I'd love to continue to let everyone think that I did that intentionally, but alas... :-(
ReplyDeleteI might cheat a little this year and offer Willow Valentine-making supplies that, no matter the combination, will look festive. Montessori encourages the kid to only make Valentines for a reasonable number of friends--5 or 6--so Will didn't get burned out or anything last year, but I'm not sure how well Halloween stickers on a Pizza Express ad got the theme across.
ReplyDeleteI'm still learning this thing that if you don't want to manipulate the kid, you have to manipulate the kid's infrastructure. And then that manipulates the kid.
i imagine that cosmo and i will "collaborate" on his valentines. otherwise, i am sure we'll end up with halloween stickers on a pizza express ad, too.
ReplyDeletebut hey, if you cut that ad up with a heart punch, it is sort of valentine-y..