So I was all set to write this little post last week, but then I got bombarded by my daughter's quilt and had no time for anything else. Seriously, last week it was wake up 30 minutes early just so I could sew before work, go to work, come home at lunch & do something to the quilt (clip stray threads, get the binding ready, something), come home after work & sew once Veronica was asleep. Eat, sleep, work, quilt. All in all, not a bad way to spend a week, but certainly not conducive to any other life.
Oh, except that I got contacts and dyed my hair. Nothing major, just covered the greys, but now I feel like this scene from "She's Out of Control" (the magic happens around the 3:00 mark and then again at 6:00 -- just skip the rest). Ugh, remember that movie?!?!?! LOVED it!!! How could you not? I mean a movie with Tony Danza getting fatherly advice from Wallace Shawn on preserving the chastity of his suddenly super-hot daughter? Winner, winner, chicken dinner my friends. And I always wished I could have some kind of makeover like that, but alas I got a makeover and still managed to look like this:
Check those tan lines! I was on the swim team, so yeah. You should have seen my back! And before you get all, "Ohhh, but you're cute" let me remind you that you can't see my eyebrows close up. It was the mid-90's and I had no idea how to pluck.
OK, so anyway, the Christmas Oops. Wow, this is about as round about a way I could get to this story.
We needed new stockings. On our first Christmas, Christian and I had to get everything being it was our First Christmas Together and all, so we chintzed out and got cheap-o stockings because we had to spend money on everything else. Years go by and finally I'm like, "I'm going to make stockings THIS YEAR." So I whip them up in record time (it really is super easy to make basic stockings - tons of tutes here), and then I decided to embellish them by gluing cute felt shapes on instead of sewing them because that's a time saver right? Only I use E6000 in my unventilated bedroom, and soon I get the vapors, but not the vapors like, "Lawdy, help me sir, I've got the vapors!" but more like the "So this is what whippits are like?" vapors.
I made a booboo by stocking #3, which is my stocking.
At least I was high enough not to care by the time I was done. Haha!