Monday, again? Oh, dear. I am not ready for another week.
So how about a quick recap as I sip my coffee and gird myself for the day?
There has been knitting and stitching …
… and trips to the post office to mail birthday boxes to a certain sister of mine.
I hate going to the post office, but I do love this particular branch with its Wall of Country Stars. All of whom apparently … frequent the Post Office? In any case, there are a number of recognizable faces, but the real star of this photo was Ronnie Milsap (smack in the center). My sister loves some Milsap.
Finally, Alice has been busy with some craft-closet mountaineering (cat-a-neering?). This is a horrible photo, but I had to act quickly. Luckily, we avoided a wool avalanche.
And that brings us to Monday.
I think I’ve finally managed to clear up all the ailments that have plagued my summer — knock on wood — and spent the weekend lying low. Now, it’s back to work. Here’s to hoping Monday is treating you all well!
I believe my love for a certain bonkers
structure edifice here in Nashville is rather well documented. That said, I was up extra early this morning — thanks, Alice! — and, in an uncharacteristic fit of Monday-morning-this-week-will-be-different optimism, decided to set out for a walk.
After all, at a little after 7 in the a.m. it was still bearable outside. But only just.
So, good morning, Parthenon!
And now, I’m back home enjoying my coffee, feeling quite smugly pleased with myself.
In other news: stitchery!
Treat yo self, um, 2012! That is for my sister … who — perhaps foolishly? — once casually mentioned that she’d like one of those subversive cross stitch pieces. (Have I already told you that? Probably. Sorry.) Obviously, I said: “Treat yo self!” It’s a pattern, available here, just in case you’re also in the mood.
“This is not Love and Hip Hop — you need to get it together, okay?” has become a go-to mantra for a friend and me. (See: here, around the :50 mark.) What better way to welcome her back to Nashville? Also, this is where I learned that I don’t like figuring out letter spacing or charting … so, it’s totally worth buying a pattern to do it for you (when available, of course). I’ve still got a border to add — which I started late last night — and I’m dubious about placement. We shall see. Sigh.
Finally, Alice has been taking it easy. I love her little snoozing face.
… and a new hobby is born.
My sister (who, as far as I know, does not read this blog … fingers crossed) mentioned a while ago that she’d really like one of those salty cross-stitch samplers … you know, the kind that are sometimes on regretsy.
(Which site, in a moment of kismet, just featured a sassy cross-stitch photo stitch pattern maker.)
(Probably NSFW, just sayin’.)
Anyhoo, I wasn’t having any luck tracking a ready-made salty sampler down on etsy … then it hit me: I could probably handle some cross stitch. So … with my basic crafty knowledge, I decided to try to keep it simple and within my skill set. And ordered a kit from subversive cross stitch. Just one evening later, I am the proud stitcher of a very awesome birthday sampler. It was so much fun, so quick, so easy (and admittedly very beginner-friendly) … that I immediately ordered two more kits. I can’t wait until August to send them off, and can only hope that la sœur is as enamored of the salty results as I am!
She’s plenty salty, that’s for sure.
I believe I’ve mentioned how much I enjoy Michael K. for my daily gossip and sass. Well, homegirl is tired. I think the plaid was the only thing that got me through Friday … it was mostly successful: lesson plan, study, teach, cafeteria lunch, meeting, collapse.
You got to know when to fold them. Which is why I’m watching Toddlers & Tiaras and thinking about bed, not wading my way through the rest of the 19th century. Who needs any more realism than reality television? I’m even too tired to knit. These exams have got to get finished soon.
Anyway, the skirt: wool plaid from Joann fabrics, Simplicity 2698; zipper put in by a seamstress because my sewing machine was having none of it. This is no masterpiece of construction (except for the zipper) and is riddled with all kinds of amatuer mistakes, but it holds together, is cute and swingy and makes me pretty happy to wear.
Also: how did I ever forget just how warm a stranded hat could be?