Well I've decided. I'm going to write about what I want. Even if it has nothing to do with Dillan. Take that, puppy!
Thus, take a look at what I did last week.
BOOM! What is up?
I sewed that little pouch, thingy. I don't know what it is honestly. I get loads of fabric samples that I cannot return, so I thought "self, why don't you get out that sewing machine you've had for a year and practice."
So I did. All the while applauding myself for: a.) not sewing a finger. Although I did squeal and drop everything when I pushed the foot pedal a little too hard...baby steps people. b.) I remembered to sew the pouch thing inside out. Oh, yeah. Who's a pro...? c.) Totally figured out the whole threading the needle situation. Which, by the way, has 12 steps. Uhm, so kind of like AA...weird.
AND if you can see the unfinished edges on the foldover flap, I fixed those up with some superglue. Why? because I don't have an extra bobbin and didn't feel like getting the baby blue thread off the loaded one... again, baby steps.
I'm thinking of getting a pretty pearl snap and fixing up some of the other fabric sample scraps like this one
AND then I'm going to sell them.
AND then I'm going to make millions being a handmade blogger...
Right? Right. Okay good. Thanks for being supportive. By the way, you can totally have first dibs on what I think I'll call the "pretty pencil pouch." See what I did there, -alliteration-, (english teachers applaude). I can see it now, middle schoolers across the nations will all want a "pretty pencil pouch" (patent pending). I'm thinking "twilight" themed will of course come next.
It's about time for another Dillan lying post. It's been a while.
It's also been a while since I've posted, period. Things have been a little crazy lately. And, I'm trying to take some time to figure out where things with the blog are going. Is it going to stay strictly a life events blog, used as an excuse to keep people updated on the lives of the Merricks without having to <gasp> actually call and talk to them or <eeek> actually meet with them in person? Or am I going to actually attempt to gain any sort of online readership/recognition by posting about things I've crafted, or things that I like? Should I one day create a new blog to separate those things? And then the ever resounding question of how to be honest. What is a blog if it's not a place where I can be upfront about things I struggle with? See, now you're all thinking "she's struggling with something..." So, for now I'm going to leave you hanging on that one.
Anyway, Dillan is very supportive of my current pondering of blogging questions.
Clearly, very supportive.
He likes the addition of the pillow for his sleeping pleasure.
Speaking of sleeping pleasure, he probably can't sleep on one side of his head now because I gave him, what I think would be, a giant bruise last night. We are extremely clumsy. And our play time last night was no exception, we moved at the same time, in the same direction, and my elbow cracked him in the skull. Poor guy stood for the next few seconds trying to rub his head with his paw until his mama cuddled him and gently rubbed his little tiny head.
I felt terrible, I still feel terrible. I stepped on his paws twice on Saturday, but the dog is constantly at my heels, quite literally. One of the incidents occurred because he followed me into the laundry closet, which is hardly wide enough for the dryer door to open, so I backed out on his little foot. :(
We are gearing up today for another fun Contact the Militia show later tonight. If you're in the area and have nothing planned, come by.
Okay, now that the shameless husband plug is over let's talk about me, and Dillan I guess... Yesterday temperatures rose to 70 degrees. We took advantage and attempted playing with a frisbee. Dillan was really into it the first time I tossed it and sprinted off after it, but then not so much. I just looked like a dork throwing a frisbee to myself for 15 minutes while Dillan roamed around sniffing and trying to eat grass.
Do they make bunny shaped frisbees? Perhaps I should invest in a remote controlled all terrain vehicle and just attach a bunny to the top of that. But then I have the whole "my dog can spring 35 mph" problem. Le Sigh.
Tomorrow I'm super excited to 1) meet with my new bible study group 2) hopefully sell a desk that hasn't been used in a year (and put some cash in our pockets) 3) cook food for all the guys, and girl, in the band. Breakfast has been requested, as has typical men's breakfast foods: bacon, eggs, sausage gravy, waffles, and hashbrowns. I have added at least one girly option to the bunch in the form of Mimosas.
All this followed by movie time. Movie choice = Scott Pilgrim.
I know that the first official day of spring is still month or so off, but I'm sure that it came this morning.
Last night the area experienced a major thunderstorm. I know nothing about meteorology, but do have a deep down fantasy of been Al Rocker's replacement on the TODAY show. Anyway, I can only assume that the storms out of the west brought some warm air, which the clouds kept insulated in all night.
This brought on the most glorious morning and glorious hope of spring. A really thin fog hung in all the right spaces turning everything a pastel blue color. We saw 4 deer again. And the birds, which on any other day I would have wanted to take a bb gun to, sang all at once. Every kind, singing together, the sound was overwhelming. I can only assume it's officially mating season.
I attempted a phone picture, which turned out black. But had you all been there I would have made us some tea and pulled out all of my blankets and we would have cozied up on the porch with tea and warm muffins, under our blankets just taking it all in.
Last week, on Wednesday, I realized that we'd been very bad puppy parents.
We forgot out dog's Birthday.
I know, I know. "What kind of people are you?" Apparently the kind that forget a dog's birthday.
And Dillan noticed. In fact he rebelled by carrying mouthfuls of food from his bowl in the kitchen into the living room where he could slobber all over the carpet. When I tried to discipline him for this he pouted by eating basically nothing for the next 3 or so days.
I know, I know "What kind of person disciplines their dog..." The kind of person whose dog for the past 7 months has eaten all of his food in the kitchen.
But everything is back to normal and our "bad dog" is eating well again. We actually have just about the best behaved dog, especially considering we've done nothing to train him.
Lately, I've had an uncanny affinity for all things relating to France, and more specifically it's capital city. I blame you, Woody Allen. "Midnight in Paris" is probably my favorite movie of the year. Since then I've been obsessing over distressed architecture, striped boatneck tees, baguettes, and coffee art. Seriously just look at my tumblr.
Today I woke up with the desire to put on a pair of cropped tapered pants and oxford heels and a striped boat neck. Then I got to work where I immediately started playing the "Midnight in Paris" soundtrack.
Part of it may also be this unrealistic idea of what I imagine Parisians to be like. But here's what I blissfully imagine. 1. Super fashionable. French women have the ability to always look polished, but simple and slightly sexy. 2. I already mentioned coffee and baguettes. 3. Leisure. reading for hours at an outdoor cafe, with said coffee, but perhaps this time I'll have a croissant instead. 4. Art everywhere. Inspiration everywhere. History everywhere. 5. A dream I had recently in which I experienced something similar to Meg Ryan in "French Kiss" where I kept just missing a sight of the Eiffel Tower. 6. The je ne sais quoi. All that to say, I have the wanderlust. Not traveling anywhere in the past couple years has wetted my appetite for a new city, a new adventure.
