Knock Off Wood
Posted on | March 10, 2010 | No Comments |
Got this link via J. Caroline Creative: rural Alaskan housewife shows us how to knock off Pottery Barn furniture at home. I absolutely love the idea of building your own furniture; my husband made a toddler bed for my oldest son once, and we have discussed building chairs (he does the frame, I do the upholstery). We have hacked many Ikea pieces and done small reupholstery jobs but never stuff from scratch like this site.
Check out the site now, before she takes down all the references to Pottery Barn (her latest post shows a cease-and-desist letter).
Sew For Broke: the 90 minute Shirt
Posted on | March 2, 2010 | No Comments |
Image c. MADE at dana-made-it.com
The first trimester is drawing to a close*, and I can actually begin to entertain the notion of sewing again, even though I don’t currently have a table to put my machine on any more, and even though I’m still falling asleep at 9:30. STILL.
Look how cute this toddler T-shirt tutorial is — and it’s made from a men’s T-shirt! Pardon me while I die from awesome.
*I’m 12 weeks in and feeling much better. My attempt at Nablopomo was a miserable failure, though, and I like to blame Mister Embryo. Heh.
Hello Sale, Bye-Bye Product
Posted on | February 24, 2010 | No Comments |
For those of you with Etsy shops or an interest in selling your handmade/crafty goods, check out my article on Meylah detailing four tips on order fulfillment [Or as I call it, Awesomeness Delivery.]
Gold medal in whatever!
Posted on | February 21, 2010 | No Comments |
I can tell I’m rounding the corner into the second trimester because I’m having fewer Nausea Days and far more Eat My Weight In Carbohydrates days. It’s great to be back in fresh fruits and a reasonable amount of vegetables, though. And I will never complain that my sense of smell is receding to normal, human (as opposed to bloodhound) capabilities.
Now for other random shiz.
BOOKS I’LL PROBABLY NEVER WRITE (only because I’m too busy sleeping)
- The Slacker’s Guide To A Happy Life (very short book. First chapter, first line: “Chill out, man. It’s all good.” The end. That’ll be $24.95. )
THINGS THAT UPSET ME UNDULY
- People who let their babies cry and cry and cry in stores and restaurants. YOUR BABY IS SAD. FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT.
- Olympic skiers that crash. GAAAACK. Shut up, commentators! Go git that guy and give him some cocoa and a hug.
- Also, slo-mo replays of the crash. SHUT UP.
- My husband’s snoring.
THINGS I AM FREAKING TIRED OF
- winter
- snow
- frost
- ice
- cold
- chilliness
- waiting for GLEE to come back on the air
THINGS I WILL NEVER TIRE OF
- Olympic speedskating
- cheesecake
- Chris Rock standup routines
- socks
THINGS I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO
- summer
- warm weather
- sunshine
- wearing short pants
- Meeting this baby I’m totin’
Happy week, y’all.
Healthy first trimester recipes
Posted on | February 17, 2010 | 6 Comments |
Dinner:
- Frozen broccoli lasagna, microwaved for three minutes and then stirred. And then dropped upside down on the floor. Add giant racking sobs. Sit on floor next to ill-fated dinner for two minutes, then deposit sulkily in trash
- Open ridiculous package of bagel dogs bought on impulse during Week Eight. Microwave for 54 seconds; then eat on couch while watching incredibly fit women ski downhill faster than I drive on the highway. Stop chewing every time someone bites it on the hill. Resume chewing when they walk away mostly unhurt.
- Serve with 12 oz of water, poured in a mason jar and drunk rather quickly, because damn, bagel dogs is like 99% sodium.
Dessert:
- Carefully unwrap 6 hershey’s kisses.
- With a spoon, scoop out approx 1.5 tbs creamy store-brand peanut butter
- OH YES, you are dipping those kisses in peanut butter immediately after having eaten bagel dogs, because you are PREGNANT and nobody UNDERSTANDS and you dropped your healthy broccoli lasagna on the FLOOR and just fuck it, OK?
Cleanse the palate with 6 more oz of water and a prenatal vitamin the size of your thumb. Voila! A healthy, completely balanced meal. Shut up.
Excuses, updates, whatever
Posted on | February 16, 2010 | 2 Comments |
I think about writing, I really do, but when I sit down to do it (after my husband comes home, so I can use his laptop) (because mine is still broken) it just turns into two paragraphs about what I’m seeing in front of me at that very second.
For example, today’s post is going to tell you that the kids are sitting with Iain in the recliner playing Wii Lego Star Wars and that I need to switch the laundry and there goes the snow plow down our street.
I lost momentum over the weekend when my family came to visit; we were always cooking or eating or playing Qwirkle or gasping at the Olympics, and then Sunday we went to the Carnegie Museum of Natural History together. We had a really good time. It’s kind of bonkers that we there are six of us and even though we’re mostly grown up, we still like to hang out together. I think that’s pretty cool.
Oh look, it’s freaking snowing again. This afternoon I got stuck in a snowbank while trying to back out of my garage so that I could drive my iBook to the repair shop. I had to spend twenty minutes wracking every part of my Midwestern brain to figure out how to get myself unstuck (hint: put the kids in the house, grab a shovel) and am thereby extra snowbound, which, oh yay. Just what I needed for the longest winter ever. Oh and plus here’s my busted computer sitting on the coffee table, snowbound along with me.
In baby news: I am 10 weeks along and totally in maternity pants and Bella Bands. The baby is about the size of my thumb, so the only excuse I have is a major carbohydrate addiction and the fact that my body gets the whole “pregnant” message loud and clear pretty much immediately. I’m having better nausea days, or maybe I should say “fewer,” though of course it hasn’t let up all the way. My fingernails are growing at Guinness World Book speeds but my skin has reverted to ninth-grade student ID photo day. I’m having fucked up dreams and waking every morning at 4:15 a.m. for no reason other than that I’ll have a newborn again and evidently need the practice.
In child news: Cormac is kind of potty training himself, by which I mean he’ll have an accident in his pants, remove said pants, and stay high and dry and naked from the waist down the remainder of the day. I suppose I can’t critique the method — it works, though it makes me shiver to see his tiny heinie running naked around our 68-degree house.
Owen is a joy and a help these days, fetching me antacids and pretzels and keeping a stern eye on his younger brother. He asks me for chores to do so he can earn money to buy this ridiculous Lego police station that even Santa couldn’t swing. He loves to wear black dress socks and sweatpants and long-sleeve T-shirts with some sort of boy-approved image (Lego, Pirates of the Caribbean, Power Rangers, et cetera). He has a bunch of girlfriends at school and is reading a few books from memory, which is freaking awesome to witness. Mostly it’s the black dress socks that kill me. He may only be five, but in his heart he’s 54 and about to retire.
Smooches, Canada
Posted on | February 12, 2010 | No Comments |
Watching the opening ceremonies of the Vancouver Olympics with all my siblings and assorted sig others and trying not to cry at the commercials because I am PREGNANT, OKAY, and that’s what we do, we cry at Olympics commercials with little kids in them.
My brother is pushing for Inglorius Basterds or however the hell you spell that but come on. Olympics! National pride! Mounties! Plus come on, this is prime joke-making material for this bunch of yahoos I’m related to, and you know I love to laugh.
Sew For Broke: How to make a no-sew rag rug
Posted on | February 11, 2010 | No Comments |
I’ve been saving bags of old clothes, and now I know why: to make this rag rug. No sewing, no crocheting, just over-under braiding.
Photo credits: Little House In The Suburbs
Freakin’ brilliant.
» Little House In The Suburbs: Secrets of the No-Sew Rag Rug.
Hey, another one!
Posted on | February 10, 2010 | 1 Comment |
Another snow storm. Another missed blog entry. I’m flakey! Snow is flakey! It all works! Speaking of flakey, I completely flaked on my sonogram appointment yesterday. Pregnancy brain is really hurting me this go round.
So hey, here’s a Muppet video! Apropos of nothing, but it makes me laugh — my brothers and sisters are coming in this weekend, as I may have mentioned, and it’s going to go a little something like this.
And if you didn’t know that I was a freak for anything by Jim Henson, well, you do now.
Nine weeks, one day
Posted on | February 8, 2010 | 4 Comments |
Still pregnant! And boy, am I tired — of taking my pants off for perfect strangers!
Ha ha. Ha. Look, I know it’s par for the course for American prenatal care. “Drop your drawers, fill out a form, drop your drawers, pay the copay, drop your drawers, think of England”— but come on.
*shake hands* ”Hi. I’m Dr So And So. Please scoot down.”
Ugh. The exam, the sonogram, the second sonogram because the doctor wants to make extra sure that everything from the first sonogram is OK, another exam, because the last exam was actually an annual exam, and this exam is an OBSTETRICAL exam and that is TOTALLY DIFFERENT …
Yarg. I wish we could have some Victorian style prenatal care up in this piece, where the doctor walks in, asks you some questions from the other side of the room, and carefully averts his eyes, lest he catch a glimpse of someone’s pregnant belly.
*grimaces* *waves* “Hi. I’m Dr So And So. … You look pregnant from here. Well done. Try not catch tuberculosis.”
Eh? Eh? Everyone keeps everyone’s pants on and waiting times are reduced by 9000%. BRILLIANT. Plus lots more people could be OBGYNs, thereby eliminating the “doctor shortage.” A-plus, Victorian Era Medical Practices!
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