a lazy wednesday...

my last three days at work went something like this...

12 hours...
12 hours...
10 hours...

my weekend is going something like this...

sleep...
movies...
sleep...
the office season 4...
dog park...


(atticus hanging out in the puddles....)


(soaking wet and pleased with himself....)

finished a project....


but its for someone who reads this blog (i think?) so i can't really show you too much...

(combination of linen & sashiko thread and a couple buttons. isn't it neat?!?)

wish the video was better - but it shows you one of attie's favorite things to do at the park. as a side note, the ending is a little jerky because when i went to move out of his way my ankle came down onto a mini-tree stump, scraping my ankle bone. mmm...ankle bone...




"well, i'm off to fight crime..." ~ r.l. 1122

just another saturday

another saturday has come and gone....

attie and i went to the park again....



he made a new friend, ollie...


ollie loved atticus. more than atticus loved ollie, but thats okay. we're working on making doggie friends.

came home....tried to make things out of my washer discards....

found a new setting on my camera to take up close pictures....

accidentally took a long nap....woke up, looked around, immediately frustrated with the state of my apartment. instead of actually doing something about it, i sewed instead....

sneak peek...my first time using sashiko thread....(anyone recognize the gray fabric?)...

made a garland out of black leather dots, red sashiko thread, and used a washer as a weight at the end....

(ignore the fact i need curtains - ironic, i know. one of the many reasons i'm frustrated when i look around.)

almost a busy day. feeling blah. maybe i'll do something more interesting tomorrow...

"maybe this, then, is the ultimate upshot of our endless, self-wrought swirl of sour disappiontment, of never having our impossible needs fully met, of constantly being thwarted in our desire to have the world revolve around our exact set of specifications and desires.

our disappointment begins to curdle, to turn back on itself, poison the heart, turn us nasty and low. it shifts from merely being a national mood or general temperament, into a way of being. a wiring, deep and harmful and permanent. its all very disappointing, really."

~mark morford