Thursday, December 22, 2011

Make Yourself At Home

Don't mind if I do. Thank you very much.

For me the messy desk is a sign of home. A creative mind is rarely neat. God is in the details and all that. I'll clean it up later. No really, I will.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Facebook Fan Page

I made a fan page on facebook. See the badge over there?>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That's how you can "like" me. Hopefully I can keep it fresh by putting the things I make both there and on here.

Monday, November 14, 2011

I Have Survived to Write Another Day

Good news! I have made it to my new home in one piece both physically and emotionally. I am still very hurt at the way I was unceremoniously dismissed after an eight year relationship without so much as an inkling of warning. Fine. Whatever. (Dear Jack, You ignored my plea about your psycho kid and his even more psycho friend. I get the fact you want to believe your kid is not damaged but OMG wake up!)

I am glad to report I have my own room, high speed internet and a fairly new computer. I have food,clothing and shelter. I have yarn, crochet thread, crochet hooks and knitting needles, my pattern book, some crazy quilt fabric, some beads and a suitcase full of finished hats, scarves and shawls.

I have the love and support of friends and family here. I mean a LOT of LOVE and SUPPORT!

Now I just need a part time job and a car. And a mild winter LOL!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Time and Unforeseen Occurrence Befall Us All 236/365

This may be my last post for awhile. I was unexpectedly asked to leave by my husband today. I am busy trying to deal with the rest of the stash I have left. Thank God I was using it up instead of adding to it. Please don't worry about me and I will start writing again when I get wherever I am going.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Robot Guy Again 235/365

So the robot guy was at the craft show. Robot on left, Robot creator guy on right.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Craft Show Woes 234/365

So I had no headache but I had SNOW and RAIN!!!! Needless to say the turn out was low so we get a free table for a holiday show the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Good enough for me!

I made a little money, enough to keep me happy for a day or two. Got an order for a doofy hat I need to work on.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Two More Hats 233/365

Had a migraine yesterday and today. Sucks. Here's two more hats I managed to finish though.

These are wool. Hope I make it to the craft show tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Finally a Meylah Badge 232/365

They finally gave us a meylah badge. This will take you right to my store.

I gotta find some room over there to place it>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I'm sincerely thinking about doing artfire too.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Pooped 231/365

Well I got my Student of the Month bulletin board done but I forgot to take a picture...I was WIPED OUT by physical labor by the time I got it situated by these:

370+ laptop computers that will be passed out to all freshmen at Wasson HS soon. I helped unpack, open and assemble a fair amount of them. Ugh...after walking to the school because Jack needed the car as his juvenile delinquent of a son got kicked out again. Do not get me started.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore' 230/365

I wanted my first Student of the Month board to be somewhat seasonal without being blatantly Halloweenish coz you know how I feel about that. I settled on Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven  for my theme because I had those Martha Stewart raven cut outs left over from last year.

I scanned the ravens, and fixed them so they printed out a faint gray. I found the poem and fixed it to print in a  brown italic font with Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore' in a different font and in black at the bottom. The kids' pictures went on and their name and class they got the award for. I got some free paper from Xpidex Friday so I used it to mount the ravens since they wouldn't show against the black background of the bulletin board.

Bigger better picture of the whole board soon.

Now for your reading pleasure:

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Movie Marathon and Three Hats in Three Days 229/365

Wow. I have watched A LOT of movies lately. Transformers 3 (twice and Thor here at home and Vickie took me to see The Help at the theater today. I bawled all the way through it. If you haven't seen it get thee to a theater NOW!

While watching said movies at home I knitted. And knitted and knitted. behold the three hats I made in the last three days. Susan, one of these is yours. I think you know which one.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Eating, Beading, Knitting, Sleeping 228/365

Stash busting. It feels so good with no headache. I made two more bracelets and finished the skully hat I started yesterday. Whoooooooop! I will go to bed somewhat near my regular time (midnight) after I watch project Runway. Anybody want some toast and jam?

Mood for the Day 227/365

Mood = crappy. Headache, spent 5 hours of my afternoon in bed. Still feeling bad. Hope tomorrow is better.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Bonus Post for Dude on Wordsquared

Did you notice I cut you some slack? You should thank me. I am an aggressive player and you invaded my turf. You called me a dumb broad. I could block you again easily, you know that right? I will haunt your every move. maybe you should teleport far far away from me.

Up in Cripple Creek 226/365

Did you know you could get breakfast for $.49 at Bronco Billy's? Neither did I!

Cheryl and I went up early and saw some beautiful Aspen trees. We ate breakfast, shopped, got a free snack and left without gambling. Yay us...we're cheap dates!

I shopped today. I needed stuff for my cratf show Oct 8. I couldn't help it. More on that tomorrow.

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Fine Coca-Cola Collection 225/365

On Monday nights I usually go to a Bible study group at my friend Linda's house. I got a call that it was cancelled tonight so I thought I'd take this opportunity to show you Linda's way cool collection in her kitchen.

We're not allowed to buy her anything lol! I made the potholders and gave her the puzzle over the door already HA!)

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Pirating is Fun 224/365

We fought the fine fight. Carol had a lowly paintbrush but she held us off.

And then we made up lol

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Revealing the Masterpiece at Quilt Guild 222/365

I finished up the 2012 Crazy Quilt Challenge quilt! Or rather... I thought I did :|

I showed it at quilt guild and about 5 women told me I needed to do more with the border. As in quilt it. Uh yeah, no I don't think so. Not now at least. I just can't it's too much to think about. Maybe I'll use buttons and bring a little of the embroidery into two opposite corners. But seriously...quilt it? all of it?!? Vintage CQs weren't quilted. I side with Freddie and Gwen on this whole perfect quilt thing. Why does it have to fit someone else's idea of perfect?

Yes, it needs a sleeve and a label. Yes, the brown satin border paired with the backing didn't quite work but if I hadn't quilted in the ditch to satisfy some would-be quilt show rules it might have looked a little better. But no, I don't think I need to quilt the whole dang border. Now if someone had volunteered to do it.. for Free... maybe.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Rock On at The Ogden 221/365

Went to a concert Sunday up in Denver. Hadn't heard of either band really but they rocked. The Script and Safetysuit, if you care.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Roller Derby Steampunk? 220/365

Can those things go together? Short answer...YES! Missile Mountain Roller Derby put on a Steampunk Party and Cheryl and I went. I dressed her in my blue skirt and even let her wear my fancy belt. What are friends for?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Crossing the Wool Quilt Off My List 219/365

Wooooot! I got the big-fat-heavy wool quilt totally finished this morning.

Now I can cross it off my virtual list.