Procrastination is my middle name.

The girl for whom I'm knitting the baby sweater is having a baby shower.  Tomorrow.  Guess what's awesome?  I STILL haven't finished the sweater.  Say it with me now, "Oh, SHIT!"  Yup, I suck balls, so I'll be staying up late tonight to get it finished.

In the meantime, we made garden stones with the girls' handprints, instead.  My mom had bought these (overpriced) kits, and you know me.  I thought, "I could do that my damn self!"  Instead of doing it the expensive, hoighty-toighty way, I did it the cheap-ass Daphne Blue way.  Mortar mix, $13 (for a huge ass bag); plastic container (the kind you put under houseplants to catch water), $1; two bags of blue stones for decoration, $3.  Result:

All the supplies I bought cost less than one kit, and I have a ton of mortar mix left still.  We're going to do Charlie's hand and foot prints, and then Bryan and I will each do a stone, too.  I can't decide if we should put them in the front yard, the back yard, or perhaps hurl them at passersby if they look like they deserve it. 

Since I'm on this freaky plant kick, I decided to make myself a rooter vase.  I ain't not spending no $20 damn dollars one on.  I will, however, spend 99 cents to buy a bud vase, and twist wire around it and hang it with some hemp string, and call myself a damn genius.  I made another one with blue stones glued to it so my crazybitch mom can have one for mother's day.

You really don't need to mention the dead tree in the background, or my dirty yard.  Craftiness is not synonomous with cleanliness.

On a totally unrelated note, this post has absolutely no comments whatsoever.  I'm shocked that no one finds lawn maintenance and paint interesting.  Just shocked, I say!

Of lawns and paint.

Been spending a lot of time outside lately, with the girls and trying to make my yard look nice.  There's nothing like being surrounded by houses with immaculate lawns to make you feel like you're failing as a human being.  So.  Is it my innate competitiveness?  My inherent desire to please?  I don't know, but DAMMIT my lawn is going to look good, come hell or high water bill.

I searched high and low for cotton sheets for the duvet cover.  The only ones I could come up with were 50 cotton/50 poly, and yeah.  Polyester is, like, plastic, and doesn't take dye.  So, while I was at my dad's house for Easter he showed me this huge bin of fabric that my mom had stashed in his garage.  Most of it was crap (pink tulle.  BRIGHT pink tulle.) but there were about 5 1/2 yards of muslin.  Muslin and dye get along NICELY.  Here's my new and improved plan:  I have 3 different colors of blue dye, so I'm going to dye 3 yards, each in a different color, and then cut squares and arrange them and blah blah blah. 

I did dye some shirts and prefolds while I was dyeing the sheet, and they turned out AWESOMELY POSSUMELY.  The process itself was kind of a pain, but it really didn't make too much of a mess, and I think the more I do it the better I will get at it.  I'll get all the stuff together and take pics in the next day or so, so everyone can oooh and aaah all over it.  Just promise not to make a mess, kay?

We're painting the upstairs in preparation for our roommate to move in this weekend.  Luckily, we're just painting it white.  Unluckily, I'm sick to damn death of disgusting wallpaper (why did they wallpaper everything?  with ugly pastel florals?  WHY??) and cleaning up other people's messes.  We still have to clear out the other bedroom, get all the junk out, and strip the wallpaper.  Then paint.  Then shampoo the carpets.  The end result is nice, but the process makes me want to poke my fingers in my eyes (just a little).

Benefits of all the work I've been doing lately?  I'm getting tan arms from being outside, and the flecks of white paint that coat my body make my tan look even darker.  I'm a walking campaign for summertime.  And melanoma.  And semi-gloss paint.  Yup.

I think I'm in love.

I made this set for the daughter of a momma who lives in Canada.  This lady is going to send me a super cute pair of shoes for Phoebe, and I'm sending this super cute dress and diaper cover.  I did a damn fine job on it, if I do say so myself.  I'm thinking about making a few of these sets for Etsy.  Because they're super cute.  And I think I love them.

 

I also think I'm slightly in love with Patrick Dempsey.  Only don't tell Bryan, because then he'll get all jealous and won't let me watch Grey's Anatomy anymore.  I watched disc 2 of Season 1, and I NEED MORE DEMPSEY.  *swoon*

Also, I bought a whole bunch of new tools and some procion dye.  I'm going to dye some material to make a duvet cover to match our bedroom.  I'm also going to screw around with my Dremel tool that came from my grandpa's house, as well as the new soldering iron that I bought.  I love my new tools.  I love looking at them, and I love the possibility of using them without maiming myself.  Don't worry, I rounded out my new tool set with a handy pair of goggles.  If I sand my skin off or melt my pants, at least my eyes will be safe.  It's all about priorities, people.

No lie.

I have so much blog material I don't know what to do with myself.

You'll have to wait until tomorrow, though, because I'm so tired I fell asleep twice while writing this.

XOXO

The name game. Again.

We like to try and remind her of her name.  It's important.