12.05.2012

help!

As you may remember (I certainly do) I started working on my quilt back in September of 2011.
Wait... September 2011? 14 months ago?!



Ah, remember all those fun pictures? I had such a great time sewing a row of bright colorful fabric, pressing them off in between each new addition and sewing all the blocks together. Anywho... every time I walk into my studio space, I see my unfinished quilt and it makes me sad. I want to pick it up and finish it, but I feel like I'm at an in-pass. I have the quilt top. It's not perfect, but it's my first one and I'm proud of it. I have the batting and the backer fabric. I basted them all together. I even quilted a row... but I don't think I did it very well.
 
I've been thinking a lot about it lately, and I believe it might finally be time for me to ask for help. Something I don't do very well, but to complete this project successfully, I think it would be a great idea to send my quilt to someone who knows what they are doing. And doing so will probably require a lot of prep-work on my end. I need to remove all the basting, as well as the row that I quilted. I need to make sure that the backing fabric and the basting are exactly 3" longer on each side. And they need to be square. So does my quilt top, for that matter. I don't want my quilt to cause whomever is helping me headaches and irritation.

So I'm waiting to hear back from someone if they will accept my quilt as a project. I hope they will have as much fun with it as I did!

12.04.2012

midnight surprise

Last night, after a grueling workout at the YMCA and a successful outdoors Christmas decorating session, I reclined on the couch and debated my options for the evening. I could either:

1. Fall asleep on the couch while watching Monday Night Football, be super cranky when Lou wakes me up to come to bed, stumble upstairs and probably forget to brush my teeth, lay awake in said bed because of course, I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep.

2. Go upstairs, take care of business (bunny visits, personal hygiene, put laundry away, all those fun things) go to bed and read a book. Fall asleep in bed and not wake up grumpy or cranky.

I tried to be adult-ish, and I went with option number 2. But about 20 minutes after I jumped into bed, I heard my phone brrrrrrnnng-a-lllllnngggggg from downstairs. DRAT. I forgot to turn down the phone volume. Again, I considered my options:

1. Ignore that I left the phone's volume on super high. Risk being woken up at 6am from the alarm on the phone that I forget to disable all the time. Also risk being woken up from any phone notification that may go off during the night.  DING-A-LING B**** YOU GOT MAIL! WAKE UP!

2. Get up and go downstairs. Check to see that the alarm isn't set. Turn phone to silent.

Since I was technically on a roll from my previous adult-ish decision, I went with option number 2. I checked my phone and saw that I had received a Google Talk message and two emails. Lou had messaged me "dork" about an hour earlier. Thanks buddy. But the emails were to my art account. One was entitled Etsy Order Confirmation and the other was Notification of Payment Received.

I stood there, blocking the television, staring at my phone. "OH MYYYYY GOD, Lou. I sold a purse on Etsy! I have a sale!" My heart swelled. A sale! Mind you, it was midnight by this point. I went from sleepy to wide-f***ing-awake really fast. After doing a tiny dance, I ran upstairs to my office and removed the purse from my bin of finished items... and meticulously went over it, making sure that all the stitches were proper, that there were no snags, no blemishes. Then I got really nervous. What if it's not good enough? What if she doesn't like it? I hope she does. But that is for time to tell. I packaged it up nicely with tissue paper, inserted a thank you note, taped up the box and said goodbye to it.
 
So, dear purchaser, if you are out there. Thank you. Not only for your purchase, but for restoring a little bit of my confidence. Thank you so much. 

11.02.2012

time to step up.

Hurricanes. They're no joke. Period.

I know a lot of people were poking fun at those who went to the store to stock up on basic provisions like food, water and batteries to prepare for the storm. I sat by those conversations, but tuned them out and refused to contribute in any way. You know why? Because the people who prepared for the worst, but hoped for the best were smart. Sure, forecasters can hype up storms, and media coverage is completely redonk: They can cause a sense of panic, which is an unnecessary douchey-move. But to think that some of those people, the ones who did prepare, are still in the dark while their supplies quickly dwindle... how funny is that now, huh? It's not, and it never was.

I consider myself to be insanely lucky that no harm came to myself, my boyfriend future husband, or our home. We didn't even loose power, which is remarkable when thinking back to how the wind was howling, bending trees at odd angles and sending the rain down the road in cascading sheets. My family is unharmed. Some still without electricity, heat or running water. There were some lost trees and some scattered damages. But all are alive and healthy. What more could I ask for? Not too damn much.

You begin to think of everything that you take for granted on a daily basis, and it's overwhelming to think about how lucky you really are. Going to the grocery store. Filling up your gas tank. Making a cup of coffee. Sometimes I think I should not be this fortunate, and guilt slowly begins to bear down on my shoulders. Why did I come out unscathed, while my sister, who is nine months pregnant, has a cold, dark house without running water? How is that f***ing fair, I ask? It's not. Life isn't fair.

My sense guilt has turned into determination to help. We can all help. Disasters happen in this country and in this world every day. You can make donations to the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Program by calling 1-800-RED CROSS or by texting REDCROSS to 90999. You can lend a hand to your neighbors. Do you have an extra blanket, jacket or gloves to give to someone who doesn't have heat? How about inviting them over for a hot meal and a chance to warm up? Are you going to the store? You can buy an extra gallon of water, some toothpaste or some canned goods for your community relief shelter. Do you know anyone who was evacuated? How about asking them if they'd like to stay at your house, even if it's just for a night or two? In short, anything can help. Kindness and consideration for others, no matter how small, might mean the world to someone who is in need. 

Homes? They can be repaired. Material possessions? They can be replaced. But saying those things cannot and will not fix the pain that so many thousands, dare I say, millions of people are bearing, and will bear in the weeks and months to come. Especially not to those who have lost everything, including loved ones. They need us.

10.28.2012

finally, some new etsy s***!

I added seven, yes SEVEN! new wine bags to Etsy today! I finished three a little earlier in the week as you may have read, but I finally was able to take pictures and post them. Somehow, I then got another rush of craft-fever, and finished sewing another four bags! I figured, HEY! Why not take a couple more pictures and post those, too?

The last four I finished were the new design I created, which is basically four ties on the outside, and a thick liner fabric for the inside. I used the zig-zag stitch to secure the four ties to one another, which adds some cool contrast to the exterior, if you don't mind me sayin'!




poofballs and flurricanes.


I really wanted to get outside and do some yard work yesterday, partially because of the upcoming Frankenf***er mega-douche storm, but mostly because I wanted soak up nature and spend some time in the yard.

In addition to raking up oodles of leaves, another important thing I wanted to do was to cut back the MASSIVE butterfly bush we have on the right side of the yard. We literally cut it down to a stump TWICE in the past year. But it's a beast, and it's all like YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK MUTHAF***ER! I GROW WHENS I WANTS! I was knee deep in lopping off branches when I had a yard work epiphany: The branches were the exact thickness I would need to finish my poof flowers! YARD WORK WIN!

Instead of hacking all the branches to bits, I removed all the greenery and cut them down to to sizes between 6-10". Last night with pumpkin beer and corn puffs in hand, I plugged in the ol' glue gun and went to town on the poofs. And yes, I stayed in on Saturday night like a looser. But after running around for weeks, it was a welcome break to spend a night in.


This morning when I woke up, I came downstairs and saw my awesome poof flowers on the kitchen table... and then looked outside and realized that my sparkling clean patio was now covered once again in wet heavy leaves. Yard work fail? Nah, not at all. I still spent a gloriously cloudy afternoon listening to music and spending time outside. That's always a win! The tree is laughing at me though.

10.23.2012

sew whaaaaaaaaaaaat?

I had an amazingly productive craft session last night thanks to the stimulating combination of getting my sewing machine back from the shop, sweating it out in an awesome gym session, and being scared s***less from watching The Walking Dead. Between the feelings of excitement, exhaustion and adrenaline, I was wasn't even friggin' blinking.

Yes. I do step aerobics.
No lie, I was like a kid in a candy store yesterday when I picked up my machine at Modern Vac & Sew. They literally restored my machine to factory condition. The tension is perfect, the stitches are even and quite divine.... AND! It sounds like a sewing machine again! No more k'chunk k'chunk k'chunk .... it's more like a rrRRMmmmrrRRMmmmrrRRMmmmrrRRMmmm. It's a thing of beauty. If you need repairs, go see them. <--- Look, I made a recommendation!

Word to the wise, if ever decide to take your machine to the shop, I'd recommend cleaning and wiping down your machine first, before you start sewing any important project! Oils and lubrication added to the machine during the tune-up can leak a little at first, so do a couple test runs on scrap fabric, then wipe the machine down with paper towels. You'll thank yourself for doing this. Besides, you gotta treat that s*** nice, yo.

I completed three 'original design' wine bags, complete with tiny ties and brand spankin' new fabrics! Plus, I also sewed the looped handles on seven (SEVEN!) 'new design' wine bags. I think between today and tomorrow, I'm going to write up my Etsy listing for them, and hopefully take pictures of the finished products. With any luck, they'll be online for sale by the end of the week!




And of course, I did not forget the most important part. THE STAMP. I'm thinking this should be my new slogan: "If it doesn't say Nodyl's Noodles, then that shit was ripped off."

10.22.2012

pick me up sometime.

MY SEWING MACHINE IS READY FOR PICKUP!
MY SEWING MACHINE IS READY FOR PICKUP!
MY SEWING MACHINE IS READY FOR PICKUP!
MY SEWING MACHINE IS READY FOR PICKUP!
Let's never be apart this long again, OK?
I'M GOING TO SEW THE S*** OUTTA SOME WINE BAGS TONIGHT.
 

10.16.2012

don't be jerky.

While I was in the midst of being proud of my increased sewing productivity on Sunday night, I noticed that my trusty sewing machine was getting a little loud. Actually it was getting A LOT loud. I guess it kinda sounds like this: k'chunk, k'chunk, K'CHUNK, k'chunk, K'CHUNK... And it was jerky.

NO NO NO. Not JERKY. You know, JERKY!
[jur-kee] characterized by jerks or sudden starts; spasmodic.

It also started shaking as the speed of the stitch got progressively higher. I think my poor machine was trying to tell me something: So I decided to take my pride n' joy to Modern Vac & Sew for a little tune up. I'm sure it will be well worth it for the amount of sewing I do. I'm going to call them later today to find out the diagnosis, and hopefully they might give me a time frame on when I can pick it up!

Last night I started piecing together the wine bags. And I'm glad I did, because it took me about two hours to pin the straps and the interior fabric to the exterior! And, since I had extra tie-ends, I ended up piecing together nine new bags. Now when I get my machine back, I'll be ready to roll!

10.15.2012

updated!

I finally went through my Etsy shop and updated all of the shipping prices, pictures and small details of information! Plus, I didn't know that there is a new shop "about me" section. Did you? So I updated that, too! Here's what it looks like:

 
I'm hoping that they new wine bags I'm working on will be finished, photographed and uploaded to my Etsy shop sometime before Thanksgiving. Well there, I think I just set myself a new goal!


10.14.2012

all tied up.

Figuratively. And literally. But not like that. Figuratively I've been tied up with wedding planning. And ceiling fixing. And ignoring basic responsibilities in life while watching the Food Network. Literally I'm not tied up. How would I be typing this if I were tied up?

I've been sorta off lately, needless to say. I haven't felt much like blogging, crafting, or  all the other yadda yaddas. Most people I've told this to say that it's normal for people to relax and not be "productive" all the time. But for me, not doing those things becomes literally depressing. I feel like I should be working on wine bags, poof ball flowers and be all sunshine and smiles. But when I try to find the motivation in me to start sewing or crafting... well, there is none. So I sit down instead. And think of all the things I could be doing. And I don't do anything. Except I watch the Food Network. F***ing Food Network. Everything is so ga'damn delicious.

Luckily, that all changed yesterday. I finally told myself ENOUGH ALREADY! No more excuses!

I went out and got 7.5 yards of fabric. Today, I sewed the exterior of 7 new wine bags, in a completely new design! And I cut the inside fabric for a total of 16 wine bags.

new tie pattern!
new fabric!
In other news, I kinda looked like Where's Waldo today.
don't hate.

8.31.2012

WANT.

Photo courtesy of the amazing Allie Brosh: Hyperbole and a Half
I've been on a clean-the-house kick. What does this have to do with art, you ask? Well, damn! Hold on bro', I'll get to it... I've been washing walls, baseboards, spackling, painting, touching up shit and basically making things look and smell all kinds of fresh. I still don't know why I'm on such a kick, it probably has to do with how distracted I get. But once I fix stuff up, then I start thinking about decorating. That's like, a natural girl-thing to do right? I'm such a cliché.

So anywho, my BIG fix-up project will be our third floor. I probably won't even start it until the winter, so it makes me wonder why I'm thinking about it so much. It's an enclosed loft-ish space with a damaged ceiling, a bad paint job, and ceiling fan that looks like it might fall off at any moment. Not to mention the Moe damage. My fuzzy bunny has basically chewed his way around the room, gnawing at the baseboards and any wooden furniture standing in his adorable way. It's adorably horrible.

Now usually when I plan out these projects, I start by mapping out a course of attack: Estimating the amount of rollers I'll need, how much spackle, the paint color, blah blah. But yesterday, again for some friggin' reason unknown, I was all like "I really want to hang up a bunch of really funny or crappy cross stitches up there once I'm finished painting." And then a monster was born. And the monster was called Jill Looks On Etsy All Day For Geeky Cross Stitches.

And here is only some of what I found.
My God. The creativity is just amazeballs.
Hey Girl, by DefiantDamsel
Clerks II, by DefiantDamsel

Don't Do Coke, by knitforvictory
 
Dat Shit Cray, by LaughingStitchesByC

Moonrise Kingdom, by bobby2scoops
YOU IS FINE, by OhTriviality
Shut Up And Make Me A Sammich, by Stitcharific
NYAN CAT, by risibleitinerant
I could literally keep going all day. I think I might be getting obsessed. If you're looking to purchase me an obligatory wedding present, consider a wacky cross stitch. I'd rather have those than new dishes.  See? I told you the back story about all the cleaning shit was worth something.

8.29.2012

B2B: bike to baby, not to beer.

I'm disappointed that my posts have been few and far between this summer. I think I've been productive, but I guess I haven't been putting it in words. I wanted to share the results of the box I was making.  You know, the kinda-secret but not-so-secret project. Results!


So the kinda-secret project was a box to hold cards for a surprise baby shower we went to this past Sunday for two fellow bike to beer ... bikers. Bike to beer bikers? Sounds redundant, but whatevs. And I crossed out surprise because future-husband spilled the beans the night before the shower, exclaiming to her, "yeah, I'll see you at your shower tomorrow!" D'OH. Needless to say, the surprise wasn't such a surprise, but the party was totally awesome. I must take notes from fellow crafter and party throwers Amie and Kara, because they rocks my party throwing socks. Onward!

So the concept came from the PMBA B2B sticker. You earn your sticker by riding your bike to get some beers. Good times! Hmmm... but then I was thinking: Is it inappropriate to put the B2B sticker logo on a card box, knowing that the recipient has been unable to drink beer for the past 8 months? Yes, for a beer lover that would be a certain slap. So I decided to do a different B2B logo: Bike to Baby instead. I think it came out nicely. After the stain dried, I did a light sanding to remove rough patches. I painted the inside green, then painted on some bold black silhouettes. I finished it off with a quick clear coat, and brought it to the shower on Sunday. All in all, a nice little project to do!!

8.15.2012

the problem with wood stain.

Everyone at some point during their life will probably use wood stain. And I have yet to find a way to stain wood without pissing someone off. It's the gad'damn fumes that I loathe, and I can't find any way around it.

I'm working on a kinda-secret project. Not a hugely secret project, but a project that I don't want to advertise all over the internets none-the-less, just in case the recipient of said secret project stumbles upon it and figures out it's for them. You get me?

So, that being said, this not-so-secret project begins with wood: Wood that I had to stain. Now unfortunately, our region has been stuck in a sneaky death spiral of being more humid than the Amazon. And then it's really hot, then not so hot. Pretty much the perfect atmosphere for these assholes - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ->

When I go outside, I have to slater myself in DEET just to avoid one bite. If I don't, I get about 20 of them which turn into bright, puffy, itchy welts. So I decided to stain the box in the garage yesterday. But the fumes were bad, and I knew that boyfriend future husband might return from his outing and want to do stuff in the garage. So.. I moved the stained box outside in the backyard to dry. This is where I encountered problem #2: It's too f***ing humid for any shit to dry outside. I left it outside for THREE HOURS and it was still as damp as it was when I stained it. I got three mosquito bites just by going outside to check on it. Fail.
So now I had a bigger problem: Where do I put this mother f***ing box? I can't leave it in the garage and piss off Lou. I can't leave it in the basement, because it will smell up the whole house and piss us both off. So that left me with quarantining my office/art space. I shut the air vent, turned on window fan so it blew outside, and shoved a towel underneath the closed door... It still didn't f***ing work. Which makes me feel like an asshole.

How the hell do you paint or stain anything, ANYTHING when conditions aren't friggin' perfect outside? Well, I found this article which might be able to help me in the future. Here are some thoughts from an article on EHow.com.


1. Open all the windows. (This wouldn't have worked in our Amazonian humidity, and potential threat of mosquito intrusion.)
2. Turn on fans. (I did that. Sorry number two.)
3. Light an odorless candle. (AH HA! That I didn't do... sounds plausible.)
4. Put crushed charcoal in a bucket with wet paper towels. (Ah, charcoal. Didn't think of that, probably because we don't have any charcoal lying around.)
5. Put a bowl of white vinegar in the room. (.. white vinegar? Alrighty. I'll try that. But how do I get the vinegar smell out of the carpet, when I accidentally kick it across the room when I forgot it was there in the first place?)

8.09.2012

signs for jumptown

Yesterday, boyfriend future husband asked me for a favor: If I could whip up a couple signs for the Jumptown Trail at Launch Bike Park. Stop looking for the trail on the map link, cause it ain't there quite yet folks. If you want to see the signs and some crazy DHer's in action, plan on joining them for the Gravity East Series this weekend at Launch, ya heard?!

Here's what we accomplished:


We did a little collaboration: Lou scoped out the garage and cut up a couple small pieces of plywood. One was 8x11 and two others were 6x14. He took care of sanding and priming, and sent me the text he wanted on the signs. So I went to work on Word 2010, just sizing and mixing up fonts. Nothing fancy, but the text we chose was effective and bold.

Now, here's a tip to save some time and frustration if you're looking paint text on signs: Make an investment in Sallys Graphite Transfer Paper. It will save you A LOT of time. I'm terrible at free-handing text. Drawing guide lines, centering text correctly... it's bullshit I say. BULLSHIT! Just print out your text, lay down a sheet of graphite paper, trace, admire and paint. BOOM. You done.

In about two hours last night, I had everything completely finished. It's nothing fancy, but if it saves a DHer from a gnarly OTB, then it's all worth it.


8.04.2012

diy meets life event: flowers

Let's face it folks. I live in the land of DIY where I'm the president, vice-president and CEO. When I have craft nights, it's like, all the leaders of different crafting countries coming together for the G8 summit. But we don't wear suits and we don't have awkward country-tension. I love to craft and create art. Just sayin'. That being said, I think it would be almost impossible for me to have a life-event and not do some crafty projects for it. That would be like ...I don't know... A pastry chef asking someone to bake a cake for them? You know what I mean, right?...right? This whole explanation was horrible.

FUN FACT: Did you know that I say horrible wrong? I pronounce it whore-able. Lou teases me because it's supposed to be haar-ible.

So, here's a project I'd like to tackle for the upcoming nuptials. But before that, a little disclaimer. Let me make something quite clear. This will not become a wedding blog. I'm simply not that kind of girl. Now, now, don't get me wrong. I'm stoked to the pumped about the wedding. It's going to be a ton of friggin' fun! To have an event with my family and friends all there? YEAAAAAA BOYEEEEE!

OK. Now onto a craft project I want to tackle:
photo courtesy of Anthony Carbajal via Offbeat Bride
photo courtesy of Anthony Carbajal via Offbeat Bride
Handmade yarn pom-pom flower bouquets. I found this awesome article on this site called Offbeat Bride detailing how to make them. I thought this would be so super cool to have instead of live flowers. I think live flowers are so pretty, but $300.00 for a bouquet? You shittin' me, bro?


Obviously, I'll have to make one for myself, my sister, and then people who like, wear flowers. Parents and such? Maybe future husband? Who knows. I don't want them to look tacky or cheap, but I thought it would be a simple fun way to add a shit-ton of colors and fun to something that I would otherwise just pick out from a catalog. Fun pom-poms on sticks collected from the Wiss? I likes the sound of that.

Here's a little test I did with yarn that my sister gave me and sticks from out in our yard. I think they need to be bulked up a little, and the sticks need to be twigs or smaller so they can gather a little easier. I think it'd be cool! I hope family agrees.



8.03.2012

Glasstacular!

ALRIGHT, now I don't know what my problem is, but I've been having an awfully hard time updating this blog lately! Especially when I was all like "I'm going to upload pictures on Saturday!" Sad. That Saturday was 3 WEEKS AGO. Jill Fail.

So, to go back in time a little... Here is a post that I started and I totally planned on posting. But I didn't. ONWARD!

I can't lie. I'm so proud. I finished that glass, and I friggin' dominated it. I was all like, I'm totally going to finish you on time, and it's going to look so ga'damn professional that even you'll think you were made by a professional. And it was all like I'm glass so I can't talk, but OK!. It's probably one of the best one's I've completed to date. Alright, I'm done with my horn tooting. OK one more. TOOT.

Now onto logistics. After my last post, I evened out the seams at the 45 degree angle with wood filler, and let it sit until it was totally dry. After a quick sanding with my trusty mouse-sander, I gave it a light coat of primer. I knew there would be imperfections, and the primer totally told me where I needed more wood filler and sanding. After filling and sanding again, I gave the frame 2 more coats of primer, let it dry, and then rolled on 3 coats of a satin interior/exterior paint. The slight roughness of the roller pad gave the frame a great finish. I removed the protective papers, cleaned it up a little and set onto my next task.


Joints filled, awaiting it's first sanding!
Joints filled, sanded, primed, filled, sanded, primed, then painted! Waiting for the paper removal!

I began to think... how would I hang this? Should I do it, or should I let them do it? Just to cover my bases, I decided to write up detailed instructions. Not only about how to hang them, but how to clean them also. I decided to use two evenly placed rubber coated eyes-hooks on the top of each frame, which would hang neatly from a linked-chain, which I attached to screws.

When I got to their house, it was decided that I would hang the glass. Hell, I had the directions to follow, so why not!? After measuring and marking, I carefully drilled four pilot holes and screwed in screw-eyes that had the chains attached. After some slight adjustments, we carefully hung the glass. With my job complete, I snapped some photographs and bid my friends farewell for the evening.
 
You can see the eye-hook and chain detail a little in this picture.


Thanks, car. For photo-bombing me.

 

7.17.2012

woodworking partial fail: the end of the stained glass

The one thing I wasn't looking forward to doing was building the frame that would encase the stained glass I was commissioned to do for my friend's sisters' wedding. Is that correct possessive usage? UH, don't make me make a chart for that, too. As you might recall... many, many times over in fact, I am not competent when it comes to woodworking. I decided to make up a little checklist so I would keep myself on track. Here's how it went.

Right now I'm on #22. I literally can't f*** up from there on. Pictures of the final piece will be posted this Saturday, since I'm delivering the final pieces to her sister this Friday!

TASKTHOUGHT
1. Find wood.I can do that!
2. How about 1"x2"x4'?Look, I found it!
3. Buy wood.Yay, I look cool at the Home Depot!
4. Buy router bit.MENTAL SHUTDOWN
5. Ask Dad for help?I can do that!
6. Deliver wood to Dad.I can do that!
7. Pickup wood from Dad.I can do that!
8. Ask Lou to setup compound miter saw.I can do that!
9. Set the angle to 45°.I can do that!
10. Make cuts to wood.Um.. I think I did that right. Didn't I?
11. Assemble frame around glass.Well, it's not perfect but I can fix it.
12. Drill pilot holes for the screws.Lou, can you help me do the first one so I can watch n' learn?
13. Take 2" screws and secure frame together.WAIT, why isn't the screw going in?!
14. Try that again.I stripped the f***ing screw!
15. Use pliers to get screw out.F*** IT BROKE OFF.  Start crying.
16. Thow screw across garage.MENTAL SHUTDOWN
17. Go buy new screws.Stop crying before you get to the store.
18. Attempt #2: use screws to secure frame.GROW UP, YOU CAN DO THIS.
19. Marvel that you did it.I F***ING DID IT!
20. Glue the shit out of the seamsI can do that!
21. Fill in gaps with wood filler.I can do that!
22. Sand frame smoothI can do that!
23. Cover glass with paper, prep for paintI can do that!
24. Spray primer and coat with paint.I can do that!

7.16.2012

when the cat's away, the mouse will organize

It's no secret that I like organization. Lou jokes around that I am ze German because I love ze oerdaa (order) and following ze ruules. So on Saturday I decided to tackle a project that I long put off.

Organizing the spice cabinet.

Now, I know it sounds lame. But I had so much friggin' fun. You know why? CAUSE I LABELED EVERYTHING. I can't take total credit for the idea, though. The jars and labels were a hand-me-down from my Mom. Who also loves oerdaa. Ve arrr ze o-pit-o-mee of oerrganizaachun. She lent me her P-Touch label maker to add spices that she didn't have, and I went to motha-f'in TOWN on those jars.

I pulled up a nice section of carpet in front of the television, which was blaring episodes of renovation awesomeness and cooking awesomeness, and started the spice transfer. Do you know I had three things of dill? And three things of cinnamon?! WHY?! I also found bouillon cubes that expired before Lou and I started dating. Grossness.


Boyfriend Future Husband isn't totally thrilled because none of the spices have shaker tops. Possible fail, but maybe I can make a special spice shaker spoon?

7.13.2012

San Fran to Portland to Seattle.

I went on the most fantastic journey ever. One that I always dreamed of, and finally got to. Camping and driving from San Fransisco all the way up to Seattle! Of course, with a couple hotel stops along the way. Hey, you try camping in a major city. Everyone would think we were part of an occupy protest or something.

The entire trip was such a positive uplifting experience. It put so many things into perspective. Not only how small I really am in the grand scheme of things, but how important other things are, and how amazing things can be. I found almost everything absolutely inspirational, which was the main reason I started this blog in the first place. I wish I could detail every moment of my journey, but I would be typing forever.

So I figured I highlight some things and describe them as best as I could.
First, some pictures to butter you up.







The eerie contrast of seeing the advection fog rolling over San Fransisco and the bay from a distance, and actually being in the fog. We hiked along the Land End trail, and experienced complete California sunshine as we overlooked (what was) the Golden Gate bridge, even though it was hidden from our view by the heavy fog. We knew it was there, from the blaring fog horns. In contrast, while we were driving and hiking along Stinson Beach, the fog was so heavy that it literally clung to you, chilling you to the bone. You would never be able to tell the brightness of the colors that surrounded you, because the fog dilutes the sun so much that everything comes off as having a gray tint.

Seeing and hearing the ferocity of the Pacific Ocean slamming on the cliffs along the coast of California was unreal. It put the Atlantic Ocean to shame.

To hear absolutely nothing. You don't realize how silent nothing is, until you're standing deep in the woods, surrounded by towering Redwoods that absorb every sound of the outside world.

To hear a coyote barking its' way around the campsite you're staying at.

Seeing Mount St. Helens as a small hazy peak from 70 miles away, and then watching it grow before our eyes into the 8,300+ ft. behemoth of a volcano it actually is. As we climbed higher and higher and twisted through slide-repaired roads (99 was still closed because of snow!) the volcano would magically appear in front of us, larger each time. And every single time, I exclaimed "Hooooooollllyyyy shiiiiiiiiitt".

Being behind a waterfall in the middle of July, and being FREEZING cold. The sounds is deafening, and the feeling was unbelievable.

The experience of utter confusion, then wonder, then complete happiness as the boyfriend I love so much asked me to marry him. The range of emotions I felt was like nothing I ever felt. And I'm glad I got to experience it. I wasn't expecting him to ask me that, so I'm pretty sure I muttered a "are you serious" and a "FO REAL?" at some point. But of course I said yes. Well, actually I said SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE! Then I said yes when he asked "is that a yes?" 

Best Vacation Ever.