My fabric swap package from came today! (Erin, yours is in the mail! — And don’t worry, the snow can’t get it .:D)
The packaging was a hit with my sister. She got it from the puzzled mail carrier.
I didn’t know you could send two-liters in the mail!
Check it out!
I love the little stitched howdy on her note. So fun!
I may have had a bit of a hard time opening it, despite being given instruction as to how it should be done.
Like a monkey trying to do a math problem…
Here’s the whole deal!
Aaaaaaand I officially have the best scrappy partner ever! Look at this adorable coffee cozy.
It even has my first initial on it, how thoughtful! This made my week. Thank you so much Erin!!! (~ that is from me, my chilly hands and my coffee cup ;D)
It’s a rainbow trail of embroidery floss!
I am in this cave.
More than likely you if you are reading this, then you are all too aware of my current situation (and would like to hear about anything else by this point).
For everyone’s sake here, I won’t delve into details (also because it’s the internet and EVERYONE doesn’t need to know, but if you’re distant relation or concerned friend, I can fill you in if you want to know what’s up) but it made for the basis of this post.
I am currently working to both further my creative endeavors and to consider what it is that I want/need in this life. Who am I? Where am I going?
Well, anyone that asks me what kind of a girl I am would always have gotten the response, “well, i like people. And ideas. I have a lot of ideas and suggestions to better the world (lizziebeth, I know you know this very well). I tend to feel for people, to long to make things better.
I think if I had better control over my emotions, I would have pursued social work. I wonder though that it would be too much for me, the injustice, the times when there would be nothing I could do. I opt for aiding people by other means, like Craft Hope.
I think I could be a tutor. I love teaching but I lack the patience to have the rigid daily schedule that inevitably comes with a teaching position.
I am a paradox. I love organization. I love making life plans and lists (especially on paper so I can physically cross finished items off — or scribble them out in victory). But I hate routine. I hate doing the same things at the same times everyday. Just the mere fact of it’s constancy, regardless of my interest in the event makes me reject it.
In the same vein, I love doing things for people and for organization. I like repetitive tasks that allow me to think while I work. I love a good cleaning of the house, laundry, dishes. But I hate being told (or even asked nicely) to do any of those things. If it is left for me, I’m awesome. It’s all good. But there’s something about changing my plans suddenly (or lack of plans really) to do a chore that just inexplicably bothers the crap out of me.
Maybe they are different enough for this to make sense.
But I find it important, now that I’m doing it, to have a strong outline of what you want, especially when it comes to serious life choices like a career or a committed relationship.
So I’m making a list. (Hey, Alanis is WAY ahead of me on this one :D)
This is what works for me:
1. I need the freedom of deciding my own calendar (no micromanaging here)
2. I need my ideas to be heard, listened to, acknowledged, and respected (though critique/disagreement is just fine)
3. Sometimes I repeat myself. If that bothers you, let me know (I don’t realize it and I don’t want to bore you)
4. If you hold serious grudges, I’m going to have a hard time with you. I flare up in anger and indignation (or whatever the consuming emotion), but then I’m over it. If you can’t forgive relatively quickly, you’ll always be mad at me for little things and I’m likely to feel trapped and injured. I like resolutions.
5. I am all about affection and little romantic tidbits. If you’re going to feel smothered by that, we may have a problem. Certainly I can scale back on the cutesy, but it’s in my nature to want to do things for you.
6.It will also not be tolerated for you to exploit this caring nature. I am not a doormat nor am i a vehicle for your agenda. I am not your queen; I would be your equal, your match, your complement.
7. I want children. As in plural. More than one, fewer than ten (probably three). Before 30 would be ideal. That being said, it is important to note that I intend to raise them Catholic (which you don’t have to help with, but simply permit me to do so — obviously they would also learn your way of things, whatever they may be). Obviously if you were Catholic also, this would be considerably easier, but it is not a requirement.
8. As an addendum to the previous statement, I would also like to be married, in a Church, before having aforementioned children. This also means that I will be living by myself until we are married. The rest is just a mess that statistics show, doesn’t make sense.
9. I am pretty good about money/finances i think, but we both need to be able to talk about it, make plans, stick to them, etc.
That’s the list thus far. I think it’s important to know yourself and listen to your (heart) needs.
So how about you?
What is important to you to maintain about yourself?
What are you absolutes? Dealbreakers?
I’m trying to actually do the projects that I see, rather than squirreling them away never to be seen again.
And with that, I’d like your opinion on a couple of things.
First off is a bracelet that I made as an exercise in patternless crocheting.
It’s nice as a soft subtle accessory (as opposed to say, a charm bracelet, which is much louder).
I used a basic cotton crochet yarn (this one, I think?) and my size 5/e hook.
What do you think of the details, the way it sits? Would you wear it?
How would you style it?
Secondly, I tried not one but two crochet patterns of hearts.
You know, for (St.) Valentine’s Day.
The heart on the left is this pattern provided by June Gilbank on her blog (I was happy to stumble upon this wonderful pattern designer. She is very straightforward and detailed in her work. I only wish I had the funds to buy up some of these fantastic patterns!)
The yarn I used was Schachenmayr nomotta Bamboo in pink with a size 5/e hook.
I would say that I found them to be of equal difficulty, both with favorable results. I like different aspects of each: the left heart has a more prominent chain edge around the heart, which is really pretty. The right heart has a more pointed heart shape.
At least, this was my experience having completed each one time. It’s possible that with slight tension adjustment, either could achieve the other’s results.
Doesn’t it make you want to make hundreds of these little guys?
Ahh, I love crocheting!
I’d love to hear your thoughts or see what projects you’ve got cookin’!
I find that the crap you carry around tells an interesting story about you, especially with the consideration that were you of the opposite sex you would undoubtedly not have all of these things on your person.
Let’s see what we can discern from my purse contents spilled out for all to see.
To start, this is my baby; my beautiful Hugo Boss purse (my reward for hours of sample sale work):
And this is all the crap I jam inside:
Notable goods include:
For fresh breath regardless of mood: Dentyne Fire and Eclipse Peppermint
For self-defense: a box cutter and a sharpened plastic stick (thanks Dad!)
For a coffee fix regardless of mood/location: A Starbucks and a Caribou card.
Three kinds of lipstuffs.
Two packages of tissues.
Money in three separate containers.
A lint brush; no fuzzies or stray hairs allowed on my sweaters.
And a tampon. Of course.
Details (because I like close-ups):
Drugs, another purse, and a Moleskin:
I get migraines. Those drugs are ALWAYS with me for when the meteor strikes.
My pretty green wallet/mini-purse has my credit cards and suchlike, as well as too many receipts, too few dollars, and tons of change (by which I mean useless pennies).
I need to have something more reliable than a napkin to write ideas (for outfits, projects, songs, grocery items, who knows) before I forget. Because I will forget.
And still more tissues, in case the first pack isn’t enough.
Yes, I also keep some of my money an plastic chocolate wrapper and one dollar in quarters in a little used-to-be keychain book. Just in case, I guess.
Three, count ’em, three lip items, if you will.
1. St. Francis chap-stick (for humility and moisturized lips!)
2. Mary Kay tinted moisturizer in Apricot ( for when chapstick doesn’t cut it, yet still subtle. I love it.)
3. CG Wetslicks in Fig Splash (for when I’m feeling a little more luscious)
And a travel pack of tissues.
Can you tell I’m a little indecisive?
(Uhhh…three kinds of lipstuffs, two flavors of gum. Yeah. That may be rather apparent.)
What are you stashing away in your purse? What does it say about you?
(And what do you think my crap says about me?)
I’d love to see/hear about it!
Sometimes you forget all of the places you are on the interwebs.
I finally updated my Gravatar, and I must say, it’s so clean, I don’t know why I neglected it before.
Do you ever forget to keep up with the internet? Or defiantly neglect it for a time?
Sometimes it feels like an overwhelming monster hungry for all my attention.
Like when I don’t read my Twitter for a week. Yeep.
(That’s right, I have a twitter account. And you know what? I like it.)