That the apps I use most are all blue. I really wonder why this is, why app makers all seem to love blue so much.
Yes, yes. First world problem, I know.
Category: seriously?
So. Um.
Posted by – 01/08/2011
When this pops up on your screen, that’s a bad thing, right?
It’s still good! It’s still good!
Ok, so this happened.
Posted by – 20/05/2011
Somehow, while cutting fabric, I managed to slice off a really big chunk of my finger. Off my left hand, does anyone see a running theme here? At first I thought I might need a stitch but as I ran it under cold water I realized there was nothing to stitch, just a gaping hole oozing blood.
A lot of blood.
Avert your eyes if this kind of thing makes you queasy.
This picture shows what I lost, including nail.
Kind of puts a damper on my all quilting weekend. I will resort to plan B, lots of Portal 2. Things could be worse.
Guaranteed?
Posted by – 03/05/2011
Thank goodness it’s 10 days after my 39th birthday. Otherways it’d be a real bum-hair.
These posters are in every other ad box at Yonge/Bloor station. And on lots of billboards all over North America.
Oh boy.
In other news…
Posted by – 04/04/2011
Spotted at VV today on a rather grubby child size bucket hat priced at $2.99:
Not that I have any interest in spending any time in the production area at that store, but it’s stuff like this that makes me wonder who is doing the pricing there. Is it someone who’s incredibly lazy and didn’t notice? Someone who is really funny? Seriously, I stared at this for a minute and considered spending the money just for the stupid pin.
OH! And while I’m probably the last person in the world to figure it out, but Bike Pirates on Bloor, near Lansdowne, is the COOLEST place to fix your bike ever, like, EVAR. I went yesterday thinking I’d happily pay someone with greasy hands to put new inter tubes in my bike wheels but they were like NO! We will show you how and walk you through it but you have to do it all yourself! And I DID! And I learned about how much air to put in my tires and why that matters! AND on Sunday it’s women and trans people only and that was nice too.
Man. Nothing cooler than learning new stuff, amirite?
Snort.
Posted by – 15/03/2011
Seems it was pig day at the Village today.
Yes, I still go there. No, the pigs weren’t organized as such, I did that. It was easy though, there were so many. These guys weren’t the only ones either. Or the ugliest.
See what they did there? It says “PIG” just in case you couldn’t tell what the heck it is.
Oh, I liked this part:
Ha ha! Get it? They’re charging $1.99 on an item that sells at Dollarama (the sticker is still on it!) for…a DOLLAR! Amazing, really, I didn’t realize just how much junk from the dollar store could appreciate over time. I’m going back tomorrow to buy this kitty and it’s orange friend (not pictured) to save for my retirement.
Please, no one explain this small dish to me. I like it’s air of mystery.
Well. I did spend a few bucks. I got a book about card tricks and stunts for Shannon, a couple drinking glasses and a giant bag of spools of thread. And a zipper but the nice check out lady threw it in for free. I’m mostly psyched about the thread, I love the wood spools.
Lots of it is Coats and Clark, some are new. I have a sewing class this weekend, finally learning to put in zippers.
New Obsession
Posted by – 12/03/2011
I read a post on thehairpin about nails a couple weeks ago and was inspired. I’ve always liked nail polish (despite the normal, raggedy state of my fingernails) and already had a decent collection but decided to buy some of the skinny bottles and do some experimentation.
Let’s just say that it wasn’t easy at first. I’m right handed, almost comically so, and my right hand (painted by my left) looked like shit. My left hand may as well belong to a different person as far as my brain commanding it is concerned. I’m getting better.
Here’s my small collection of skinny bottles (they have a long, skinny brush). I love the sparkly ones. I don’t remember where I got them (I think Walmart and Guardian) but I know it wasn’t Shopper’s. They have a crap selection of nail polish: too highbrow a store I guess!
And here is today’s nails:
I know they’re not perfect, I’m practicing. But I get tons of compliments (oddly, mostly from teenage girls who work cash at the grocery store) and that’s nice. My last attempt was light purple with green at my cuticles and fuschia on the tips. Lovely!
I’m heading to Target in less than 2 weeks and my only real goal there is to get a ton of the Sally Hanson nail strips. I can’t find them anywhere here, wahhh! I want ALL of them!
Watch out where the huskies go!
Posted by – 17/01/2011
And don’t you eat that yellow icicle. Seriously, don’t eat it. I wouldn’t even walk too close to it, there’s a good chance it will fall onto you and kill you to death. And no one would ever know how you died because the ice would melt and the evidence would disappear.
Holy big, right? I couldn’t even fit it into the whole picture, it’s so big.
Tilt your head 45 degrees to the right, that’s a 2 story icicle, son. It kicks your baby icicle’s ass. It’s an FBI: a Fucking Big Icicle! Super cool.
Got lots of work done today, I have only 6 more quilt blocks to sew. AND I took out 4 enormous bags of recycling that have been sitting around since last year. You read correctly: LAST YEAR.
OH, and I started a wee knitting project too. So there! (Gosh, I love Knitty! KISS ME KNITTY!)
Trying to stay upbeat
Posted by – 20/12/2010
This morning was hard, saying goodbye to Shannon. It’s very quiet here without him or Ari crashing around, but it means I can do some serious cleaning and listen to the radio as loud as I want to.
I won’t make this any longer than necessary: there’s no cream here for coffee and I have to remedy that before a migraine sets in.
Anyway, on the hand front. My hand is healed. Seriously. I went to see the plastic surgeon on Friday who said it looked fine to him and to exercise it to make sure the scar tissue stretches out properly. He said I could leave without bandages but that made me too nervous, I was going onto TTC and the movie theatre, and didn’t want to risk the cooties. Not to mention it still looks pretty awful and it’s easier when it’s bandaged to avoid horrified glances.
So all it took was a week. I find it amazing, honestly. The skin is tender still, I don’t like fabric rubbing on it-or hot water, but over all, not a problem at all and I haven’t even had one pain killer since Friday morning. Funny how those first few very dark days…I really wondered if my hand was screwed forever.
Friday:
Today:
It doesn’t even look that red irl.
Today, flexed:
You can see where it’s tight.
That’s it! Hopefully no more hand blogging from now on.
Hand Update
Posted by – 12/12/2010
I returned to the Emergency room for a look-see and fresh bandages. I’d been dreading it, knowing how a big gooey wound can crust up. The doctor that removed it was good-firm but fair. He soaked it in sterile water to loosen things up and told me it was ok to swear if necessary. It was, a little. He thought it looked good, no infection, not too swollen. Then he had an RN bandage me up and that was when the shit hit the fan, that guy was rough and caused me more pain than the burn had caused ’til then. He kept pressing really hard, even when I asked him not to and eventually I screamed at him and burst into tears. Jackass. I hope the nice nurses are back Tuesday for visit #3.
Pictures, but after a break. Not that they’re NSFW, but they’re really horrific. At least to me.