Domestic Geek

As you can probably tell by the last post, I'm going though stuff in my craft room.

I'm coming across all sorts of weird shit. What sane mind would've possibly kept instructions to make a popsicle stick lamp? Even if it wasn't butt-ugly, it takes like 1500 of them. Plus glue. Plus the lamp innards. You can just buy a way cooler lamp than that for what it would cost to make it. The instructions had to have come in the box when I bought them. I've got tons of sketches of stuff I had in my head, but I can't make sense of them now. I've got old Christmas cards that were too cute to throw away so I saved them to "do something with them someday". Well, after 20 years, I probably won't do anything with them. Lots of half-completed kits where parts are now missing. Instructions for kids crafts that I held onto in case I ever changed my mind about getting (or accidentally became) pregnant. It's all going in the trash.

Also, why did I ever think plastic canvas crafts were cool? Yeah, they were fun to make, but the resulting project? UGLY! I've got tons of instructions and tons of supplies. Magnets, door hangers, ornaments, even a Christmas village. Yeah, like I ever would've displayed that when I have really cool porcelain ones. There's a really lame haunted house that I made a long time ago that I've been carting around because of the sentimental value (Mom helped me make it). When I get the money to get the lock off my storage shed, that's one of the first things going in the trash. I've only ever made one cool thing for myself with plastic canvas&mdasha tissue box cover that I can no longer use because Kleenex decided to change the size of their tissue box.

I've got all these quotes written down everywhere for craft projects, etc. I'm archiving them in this post for future use so that I can throw the papers away.

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« All Done!

Wait—here’s more »

« All Done!

Well, the bed won but I couldn't stay there long. Inconsiderate neighbors blaring Mexican polka music forced me to retreat from my bedroom. Jerks.

I also had one of those moments where I hear somebody yell my name sharply, but nobody is here. *shiver* I hate that. Does that happen to anybody else, or just to me? It would be fine if it was a warning to keep me from walking into traffic or something, but no. Just out of the blue. For no reason. Grrr.

I got all the bulbs painted for my sunflower garland. I practiced casting on kntting. Between the "I Taught Myself Knitting" kit Marcus' mom got me for Christmas and the videos on KnittingHelp.com, I may get the hang of this yet! I may go read the Knitting for Dummies book at some point, too. I think I'll tackle painting my shelf after I have lunch.

So, I'm all alone today. Normally, I'd be ok with that. It's making me feel blue today, though.

Marcus is out with a pack of guys from his old place of employment. A former co-worker of theirs is in town for the weekend and they are going to go stomp around up in the mountains. It's drizzly today, so he ought to enjoy that. Marcus loves the rain! Marcus invited me to tag along, but I didn't want to hinder their "guy bonding" (none of the other guys are bringing their SOs).

My poor old dog fell in the kitchen last night and couldn't get up. I found him this morning spread-eagle by the refrigerator in a puddle of his own urine. He must've been really scared. I wished he would've barked or whined or something to get my attention. He's worn out from trying to get up. I'll have to try and give him a bath later when he recovers. Poor guy. I'm not sure how much longer he's going to be with us.

I want to try all of these cool things I'm finding for Expression Engine, but I can't until I can afford to upgrade mine. yay. Oh, well...I need to make a new layout, anyway.

I am all crampy and bloated today. Part of me feels like crawling into bed and staying there all day. The other part of me won't let me because my to-do list is huge! I'm thinking the bed side is going to win here shortly.