Just one good day, really, I just need ONE
Jamie's birthday party was on Saturday and owing to the short notice, I couldn't make her anything really cool. Or even kinda cool. I tried, but it was not my best week, okay?
Anyway, two hats for her dolls, one in aqua shell stitch (shell stitch, starfish adornment, color seafoam, it's a theme!). That one was filler though since I wasn't sure how the primary one would be received. The primary one was an olive with pimento filling. And some martini themed buttons on the side. Yeah, I don't have pictures because I didn't take any. I haven't really felt like taking photos. I thought I would take some at the party when she opened the presents but I have no recollection of that at all. I drank a pitcher of margaritas and when I wasn't busy petting doll hair and licking candles, I went and pet the fish in the koi pond. Honestly, it's really not a party until I spend the next day apologizing and writing checks to cover the damages.
I might get pictures later if Jamie is kind enough to subject her girls to putting that crap on and posing just to shut me up.
Moving on.
That night I went to bed at 3 then got up at 6:30 to drive to the homestead to transport one of the dogs to a rescue (Molly, my favorite so of course the first to go, in keeping with family protocol). I was the only one ready so we missed the call time but my sister decided that since I was there, I could go into the garage and catch a litter of feral cats. Sure. Of course I could. She even helped me out by handing me a flashlight the size of a pickle. In a house full of MagLites, she finds this promotional thing with low batteries and sends me into a garage designed by Rube Goldberg. We couldn't use traps because the kittens were too small so I had to go in after them and I couldn't wear gloves because I had to be able to feel around hidey-holes and crawley-spaces. Needless to say, my left arm is torn up but only one deep bite on my hand and my back is sore from having stuff fall on top of me. I was the one to clean them up with warm towels and shove food down their craws because they were hissing and spitting and my sister was afraid of them.
Yeah, good times.
Still haven't paid much of any attention to the whole doll forum, flickr, ebay, bullshit. Call it a hiatus. It's just hard to deal with right now, I don't like seeing constant reminders.
Anyway, two hats for her dolls, one in aqua shell stitch (shell stitch, starfish adornment, color seafoam, it's a theme!). That one was filler though since I wasn't sure how the primary one would be received. The primary one was an olive with pimento filling. And some martini themed buttons on the side. Yeah, I don't have pictures because I didn't take any. I haven't really felt like taking photos. I thought I would take some at the party when she opened the presents but I have no recollection of that at all. I drank a pitcher of margaritas and when I wasn't busy petting doll hair and licking candles, I went and pet the fish in the koi pond. Honestly, it's really not a party until I spend the next day apologizing and writing checks to cover the damages.
I might get pictures later if Jamie is kind enough to subject her girls to putting that crap on and posing just to shut me up.
Moving on.
That night I went to bed at 3 then got up at 6:30 to drive to the homestead to transport one of the dogs to a rescue (Molly, my favorite so of course the first to go, in keeping with family protocol). I was the only one ready so we missed the call time but my sister decided that since I was there, I could go into the garage and catch a litter of feral cats. Sure. Of course I could. She even helped me out by handing me a flashlight the size of a pickle. In a house full of MagLites, she finds this promotional thing with low batteries and sends me into a garage designed by Rube Goldberg. We couldn't use traps because the kittens were too small so I had to go in after them and I couldn't wear gloves because I had to be able to feel around hidey-holes and crawley-spaces. Needless to say, my left arm is torn up but only one deep bite on my hand and my back is sore from having stuff fall on top of me. I was the one to clean them up with warm towels and shove food down their craws because they were hissing and spitting and my sister was afraid of them.
Yeah, good times.
Still haven't paid much of any attention to the whole doll forum, flickr, ebay, bullshit. Call it a hiatus. It's just hard to deal with right now, I don't like seeing constant reminders.
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