get out of my swamp

It has been so sunny this week. Like +15. Daisy and I have gone on so many good walks and out to the park. The vitamin D life is great, but the giant firey ball of sunshine really knocks me out.
Kinda funny, that I’ve been dreaming of longer days and the bliss that is literally anything other than -30, and now that it’s here I gotta take an old lady nap to celebrate.

I’m getting pretty excited about spring. I’ve joined r/wishlist on reddit, which is a group of weirdos that get real jazzed about sending presents to strangers on the internet. I randomly won two contests this week, and have 15,000 heirloom seeds and a heat mat coming in the mail. Which is bonkers. I’m thrilled to be able to help my seeds thrive, and not get all leggy and die 2 days after I replant them. I’m more so excited about starting all these veggies so I can share them with friends. (Although this means I’ll likely have to find some new friends to give all my zucchini to.)

Now I just need my backyard to stop being disgusting.

Also, wtf. Guys, I’m getting married in less than 7 months and my brain melts every time I think about it. I feel like there’s still so much to do, but I can’t think about what needs to be done.

Remember last week when I taught myself how to sew? I legit have made like 50 produce bags, and have sold almost half of that. Feels good to be contributing to the reusable life, yanno? I should…figure out how to set up an etsy or something.

thrifted lace and string/ribbon/etc produce bags

CatLord and …CatRoom-mate? are both getting sick. Hopefully I can stave off catching the illness for a few more days. I hope you guys are doing well.

The magic of a zig-zag

So it’s not like you literally don’t already have 5 other projects right now (crochet CatLord’s christmas present, crocheting a baby blanket, cross stitch, planting seedlings for your garden, learning macrame, becoming the entirety of pinterest, etc) but like, let’s do a thing.

Remember when you were in 8th grade, and you sat beside your super crush (and other future ex-boyfriend) and you barely learned how to sew because you were so focused on how adorable crush boy was? But somehow you managed to sew a pair of boxer shorts that you wore until you were 27 and the crotch wore out? And you swore you would never sew again?
And then you made these bad boys and it was frustrating as fuck, but you like…relearned how to sew.

Currently all are lost in the wash somewhere, but they were useful while they lasted.

WELL HOT DIGGITY. You somehow accumulated a lot of lace fabric. Because being a hoarder is in your genes. So…you better do something with it. Here’s a (non) tutorial of how to make (cheap af) produce bags out of shit you snuck into your house.

First set up the sewing machine you borrowed 7 months ago from your sister-in-law and have only used once.

Then be un-showered and model all of the lace you’ve accumulated like a habit while drinking cold coffee.

Decide on sewing the red lace you scavenged out of the Reuse centre because you’re too lazy to change the bobbin in the sewing machine from black to white.

Literally don’t measure anything but somehow make two square type pieces of lace and then pin 3 sides together. Feel pretty damn good about yourself for not fucking up the basics.

Sew that bitch together. I used a zig-zag stitch cause this fabric is a bad boy that is barely held together on a good day (aren’t we all?). Remember the wisdom of your 7th grade sewing teacher who explained how to sew the top bit. Whatever it’s called. Do that.

Ponder why you never went into fashion. Sewing is barely hard. This is great. Curse 8th grade sewing class and sitting next to your super crush. Decide you are going to learn how to make a shirt next because fuck, sewing is easy. It’s fine.

Weave a free-cycled piece of elastic through the top bit so you can close your avocados in the bag. (You fucking millennial) ((Also LOL millennials are 30-40 years old now. Suck on them avocados)).

Be extremely thrilled that you didn’t fuck up something simple and call your fiance over facebook chat to model the bag you made out of free shit.

Now go shower. You stink. I can smell you from here.

P.s i still havent showered but i did make 5 more produce bags .

weekend recap for my mom

The last few days have been filled with humans, and while I recharge my spoons for today, I really enjoyed seeing people.
On Friday I met with a dear friend for coffee and we chatted about opportunities and mental health. There’s this handful of people that I have in my life, they always seem to pop in right when they’re needed most. It’s amazing when people you admire hold you up and love you right back.
I then spent a few hours just kind of existing in the city. I went to Lush and purchased a bunch of naked products: two facial oils, two primer oils, a massage brick that smells like cinnamon hearts, their solid armpit powder thingy, and some toothi-tabs samples (thus far, the verdict is LOL OF COURSE OIL MAKES YOUR SKIN ANGRY, and toothi-tabs taste like Satan, but I’ll keep trying.)
After that I went to Goodwill because I just wanted to do something. I ended up coming home with an organizey thing for my pans, some rope to fix our cat scratcher, a white plant pot, and a bunch of cross-stitch floss.

$7 for all this floss. The case was from my DnD DM ❤

On Saturday, I had a DnD session with the P-BAGs (Port Brackish Adventuring Guild), snina (my big owl boy) kept getting wrecked. I’m a great liability.
I then came home, organized all my embroidery thread, and started teaching myself how to cross-stitch while we marathoned a half a season of The Expanse.

Plexiglass over a TV makes for a super handy DnD map.

Sunday was a lot. My …Cheech (SIL) moved into her own place, so we were helping her. I think I’m coming down with something and am trying real hard not to. We got home around dinner time, and finished The Expanse (3 seasons all on Amazon Prime, my dudes). My guts were extremely sad, so I ended up staying up til 3am finishing up my cross-stitch and marathoning old seasons of Roseanne.

Not 100% accurate, but I love it. Link to pattern on image. By MariBoriEmbroidery.

I’m probably going to nap soon, espresso isn’t strong enough to keep me awake.

an adventure

We got our plates for our wedding yesterday, which is cool. We got palm leaf plates, we were going to rent some, but it honestly was so expensive and such a hassle. With palm leaf plates, they are compostable (and burnable!) which will come in handy being back home in the land of the Horny Tree (it’s a thing, one day you might know what it is).

Anyways, so I’ve been trying to design our tables with the items we have. So far we have our plates and our napkins, and potentially the wine glass cups we’re making (if they work…unsure how I feel about hand-sanding 200+ wine cups). I’m thinking white table cloths and maybe a slate colored cheesecloth runner. Maybe eucalyptus around the tables? Once I have a picture I’ll share it with you. I might actually just do some wedding themed posts. That probably makes more sense.

Today was particularly uneventful. Daisy and I went on a drive to Homes Alive Pets in Edmonton for some new kibble (I like this pet store because it’s independent and kind of more like a bulk store for pets.) Daisy slobbered on some stuff like a toddler, so we came home with some extra treats for her.

I then went to Shoppers and dropped my ebates money on a bunch of period products for the “no woman without. period.” campaign and dropped them off at my favorite thrift store. While I was there I bought my very first cast iron skillet for $5. I’m in love with her. Her name is Tina, she’s currently seasoning as I type this. She needed a bit of TLC, but she’ll be my friend for life, so I’m okay with that.

My question for you today: what is your favorite Buy It For Life product that you own?

P.S – unrelated related story. As soon as I wrote this I thought about my mom. She has this beautiful turquoise sweater that she’s had since I was in elementary school (potentially earlier) and I love it a lot. She still has it, and everytime I go back home I want to steal it. The end.