And some volunteer pansies, or maybe that's the columbine coming up?
My friend has crocuses in her yard coming up with pretty purple blooms showing already. I had not the foresight to like and to plant crocus, unfortunately.
Sudden irresistible urge to make spiral skirts. I have four of them cut out of various color combinations.
Here's the very cool way one looks going together:
Does anyone think these things are tricky to sew together? They are not like sewing two contrary curves together to make a quilt, or put a sleeve into an armscye. These are easy. There's no pinning. You just sew a few inches of curve, then pull the edges together to line up on top of each other, sew a few more inches, until one of the gores ends.
But I have no idea why I always end up tipping my head to one side while doing it. Why do that? There's no reason. Can't see any better that way. I straighten up and start sewing again, but as soon as I forget about it, the head tips sideways.
Long story, actually. I sent a money order to get this puzzle from White Mountain Puzzles, and they sent me an email (they must've had my email address on file from back when I submitted the sweepstakes card that was included in the puzzle from Cabela's, and THAT'S why we don't send in sweepstakes cards, folks) to say they wouldn't ship the puzzle until I gave them my phone number.
What if they hadn't had the email address? Would they have replied by snail mail to demand the phone number?
WHY should they have it anyway? They're shipping the puzzle, not faxing it! They have the money and the address and that's all they need.
We went round and round until I told the bastards to send me back the money order.
I was gonna just leave bad reviews all over the internet etc, oh, haha like I've got time to do that.
Anyway they wanted $17 for that puzzle plus shipping, and here it was at Costco for $10. Cool.
And here is Dave all finished with it.
Because the world is totally interested in what I bought.
Cinquefoil, shiny, useful and $1. Can't resist that.
Have I commented that I don't like silk? I don't know why. It just feels repellent and I want to put it down. Is that weird? Apparently everybody else loves silk. I even picked up a skein of pretty embroidery floss at that last faire, and I could just TELL. I said, Is this silk? And it was. The lady could tell by my face that I didn't like the feeling, and I could tell by hers that she was confused: that's the nicest embroidery floss out there, or something.
Well, write me down as liking marble. Previously I've only been able to get my palms on the Olympia capitol's surfaces, but I couldn't take any fist-sized pieces of it home with me. Now I can. I walked through the whole store holding this bit of smooth white marble, forgetting I had it and then remembering, and thinking of excuses to never put it down again. Hey, it would be great for self-defense!
Okay, yes, it came home with me.
