Thursday, December 13, 2012

Brain droppings

- Why, after years of doing Greek mythology/ stargazing storytelling programs, has my audience suddenly skewed to families with 3-5 year olds?  Every third call this week was someone wanting to bring their preschooler to my program.  My program consists of sitting outside, in the dark, in the cold, while listening to long complicated stories whose plots are primarily driven by murder and rape.  We did not advertise this program any differently than any other time I've done it.  Now we have to figure out what the hell to change in order to get the audience back in the proper demographic.  >maybe an R rating?<

- I hate Giftmas shopping.  I never have any money this time of year, and I can't tell what anyone needs.  I'm dangerously close to just giving everyone a nice box of chocolates and calling it a day.

- My furoshiki workshop went swimmingly.  Playing with fabric always amuses me.

- Found a new way to play with fabric- kanzashi tsumami.  Little folded fabric flowers.  Doesn't take much fabric, and doesn't require much skill beyond careful cutting and tiny stitching.  I've made a bunch of these little things in the last 24 hours, and I'm noticing a steep learning curve.  The most exquisite part is the interior stitching, which nobody will ever see.  Alas.  Here's a small timeline- first attempt to most recent, clockwise from top right.
#1:  Misaligned stripes and weird stitching on back.  
#2: Better stitching but imprecise starter squares, need to sew the top together before the bottom.  
#3: Sewed the top before the back, better shape but still dealing with weirdness on the back.  
#4:  Stitching worked out, but there are exposed raw edges on the back.  
#5:  Stripes all aligned, stitching good, but imprecise starter squares.  It's also upside-down.  
#6:  Stripes aligned, precise starter squares, nice stitching, fold still allowing raw edges on the back. 
#7:  Tried a different fold, still getting pesky raw edges, love the shape.  
#8:  New fold, super clean squares, the stitching on this one is swoonworthy, and no exposed raw edges.  I think I've figured it out.  
Now I need to add buttons or beads or whatever to finish the naked ones.  The best part of this?  All scrap fabric.  I knew I was saving those little bits and snips for something.  Hooray for the internet and it's vast treasure trove of tutorials.

- Sewing all these little things is probably going to give me carpal tunnel.  Bah.

Monday, December 3, 2012

It smells like marshmallows and fire

Let's start on a product review note- the Bath and Body Works "Marshmallow Fireside" candle (and Scentpod thingy) is rad.  My house smells like sugar and fire.  YES I APPROVE OF THIS.  Their "Fresh Baguette" is the strangest thing I have bought in months.  It's uncanny.  Not sure how I feel about it, but it makes me want bread.


Lessee, what else is going on here in The Cave?

New Roommate is busily making a replica of the flying thing from the last Batman film.  There is a loud whirring and grinding noise coming from his workshop, peppered with occasional swearing.  So that's fun.

What else?
My den is slowly shuffling together.  PAAAANK.  I think I'm going to replace the Egyptian thing (which is camouflaging the Gloomiest Painting In The World) with a framed miniature kimono or something along those lines.  Maybe hang some paper lanterns, I dunno.

I discovered London broil.  Season the meat with whatever sort of rub you like, and throw it under a broiler for five minutes per side.  Normal people should probably go ten a side, but I like my meat cold and blue inside.  If I could just eat it raw, I would, but that's generally frowned upon.  I just sort of wave it near the heat source to make it seem less savage.  Good lord, it was amazing.  I'm salivating like Pavlov's dogs right now.  Well, minus the saliva-collection devices.  There is kale under the meat pile, and it was also delicious.  Garlicky.

Gypsy and I had Cuddle Time.  Cuddle Time is not very pleasant for me.  SHADDUP AND BE MY PILLOW.  Yes, Gypsy.  Fine.  Just take your claw out of my cheek.  NO I AM COMFORTABLE THIS WAY, JUST BE QUIET AND LET ME RUB MY FACE ON YOUR FACE.  You have hideous breath.  YOU DON'T BRUSH MY TEETH AND I DO NOT HAVE THUMBS, BESIDES, I AM MAGNIFICENT.

Woke up kind of sick today, and Trixie agreed with my plan to stay in bed.  She is the worst bed hog on Earth, but at least there was no claw in my face.  

Helped Mom put lights on her tree.  After two hours of playing the "Shit, The Red Lights Are Out Again" game, I convinced her to go with LEDs.  Her living room is now glowing blue like some sort of alien ship.  It's rad.

All right, bittens, it's about time for me to take my mildly-sick ass to bed.  I have to get up and teach children tomorrow, much to everyone's chagrin.  I should probably shower first.  Showers usually a good plan when one is sick.