This morning in the car, heading to Bubbe's, I was listening to "Beverly Hills" by Weezer. Penn says "Mommy, sing with us" and starts singing - she really liked the song.
So, I'm going to be making a modern, drunkard's path quilt using all solids. I'm really excited about it, but I know that I'm not going to want to give it away. I'm going to want to keep it. I might have to find another pattern to make for my brother and sister-in-law.
Why is it so hard to start back to exercising? I finally went to the Y this evening and did some uphill walking and recumbent biking about 45 minutes in total, but I'm pretty sore right now. My body is tired. My brain is tired, too so that is good. I would like to get some sewing in before I pass out. g'night!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Penn Quotes
I don't want to forget these little gems so I better type them out for posterity.
Upon seeing a picture of herself from a year and a half ago, "Oh no! there's a problem with my teeth. Momma, my teeth fell out."
As I was putting on her shoes and she was falling off my lap: "Momma, my body!"
Auntie Storey came over and commented about the dog,
Storey: Benjamin, after all these years you still have to smell my crotch to know it's me
Penn: Auntie Storey, I can smell it too.
As she was waking up in her big girl bed to find she could get up and go to the door only to find that there was a gate in front of the door: "Momma, I'm trapped!" Then we took the gate from the door: "I'm free, I'm free!"
Upon seeing a picture of herself from a year and a half ago, "Oh no! there's a problem with my teeth. Momma, my teeth fell out."
As I was putting on her shoes and she was falling off my lap: "Momma, my body!"
Auntie Storey came over and commented about the dog,
Storey: Benjamin, after all these years you still have to smell my crotch to know it's me
Penn: Auntie Storey, I can smell it too.
As she was waking up in her big girl bed to find she could get up and go to the door only to find that there was a gate in front of the door: "Momma, I'm trapped!" Then we took the gate from the door: "I'm free, I'm free!"
Moz and quilts and randomness
I've been looking around the net today and searching for inspiration. I'm such a flighty crafter. I mean, I'm not even finished with my fabulous (I just know it will be fabulous) Mod Sampler Quilt and I'm already looking for my next project. I wish I could just be happy with what I'm doing instead of looking for the next thing. Oh well... that's just how my mind works.
While listening to a lot of Morrissey (an AWESOME! set list mix made by my friend, Derek, to commemorate our first Morrissey concert) today I was struck with the feeling that I would like to go back in time. I feel like I've wasted a lot of time and need it back - to make more quilts and more knits and more friends and... I don't know, just MORE. I will get over it.
Penn has started having nightmares. Last night she was sure that she had ants in her bed. Poor girl. We had to stay up until 4 watching tv and eating snacks.
It's just kind of a strange day. I have strange hair and that always sets me up for a "wrong" feeling day. I cut some bangs this morning and the rest of my hair is kinda frizzy and uncooperative.
While listening to a lot of Morrissey (an AWESOME! set list mix made by my friend, Derek, to commemorate our first Morrissey concert) today I was struck with the feeling that I would like to go back in time. I feel like I've wasted a lot of time and need it back - to make more quilts and more knits and more friends and... I don't know, just MORE. I will get over it.
Penn has started having nightmares. Last night she was sure that she had ants in her bed. Poor girl. We had to stay up until 4 watching tv and eating snacks.
It's just kind of a strange day. I have strange hair and that always sets me up for a "wrong" feeling day. I cut some bangs this morning and the rest of my hair is kinda frizzy and uncooperative.
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