Of snow, boats and frostbite

Every year (since last year - it's practically tradition!) I go out in the dead of winter to take photos. I was only out for about an hour this time. I couldn't feel my fingers or toes (maybe because it was minus 20 below. Maybe.) Because my brain also suffered from frostbite, I took the scenic route home through the park instead of the main sidewalk. Bad move; nature totally didn't think I was cold enough, rewarding me with an extra helping of wind and snow in the face. But I persevered and managed to take this (dark) photo:


Take that, nature.

To keep this winter from killing me

I had all these grand crafting plans this weekend, but didn't get any of them accomplished. I did manage to alter a skirt though. What I also did was spend the weekend watching episodes of BSG. I watched the season premiere and I think my heart stopped about 37 times during the 45 minute episode. Ah.

No more! I promise.

Yeah. I'm like the crazy cat lady, but with fabric. I received an email from the workroom letting me know the robot fabric had arrived and was further tempted by this link: Erin Michael's Lush collection (the deer paint-by-numbers fabric is seen peeking out of the top and the laser engraved workroom logo on the bag. The paint palette pattern fabric is at the back of the bag; not sure if it's the matching one, but I'm going to pretend it is). I was only 20% joking when I said I would put it up on my wall. Why do I have such weak self-control?

Speaking of robots, I wish I had the Space channel right now. Boh. (I may be weak with fabric, but I will not read spoilers this time!)

'Tis the season for charity

Another book. This time it's for charity. It went for more than what I think it's worth. I guess that warms the cockles of my cold, icy heart. Just a little bit.

(Speaking of cold and icy, my mom just called to tell us to dress warmly tomorrow because it's going to be - 50 billion degrees outside. Thanks for the news mom, because I totally don't watch tv or have access to the internet (so I can check The Weather Network constantly, of course!) Oh, mom.)

Pack Rat Death Wish

At the rate I'm buying fabric now, in ten years, there will be stacks of floor to ceiling fabric that will threaten to trap me in my place. I will be reaching to pull out some fabric I bought 7 years ago that I only recently found a use for and the whole stack will come tumbling down and pin me to the ground. Weeks later, my neighbours will notice a strange odour and find me buried under all my awesome fabric. Maybe Scully will adopt my dog and name it Queequeg.


One of my new favourites. It has various talking sewing equipment. I think the scissors are telling us to cut cloth of cotton 100%. Awesome! We all need more Engrish on our fabric.

It's a new tissue case for 2009!

I really wanted to use this new fabric (bought at the same time as the robot fabric) for a larger project, but I've been thinking about making a tissue case for a few days now, so I just went ahead and used the fabric for it (I'm so ADD about larger projects these days; I keep making smaller things for instant gratification). I thought the print might've been too big for something so small, but it worked out. I ended up using a golden rod contrasting thread for the top, but now I'm thinking I should've tried to find some gold thread instead. Oh well. Better luck next time.

As is my New Year's Eve tradition, I watched the X-Files a few hours before midnight. I don't know why I do that (I wasn't even planning on watching the X-Files; It always just happens that way - is it still a tradition then?) because I always get really freaked out (I can't watch this show alone, even in broad daylight) and can't do things like go into the basement without thinking that Tooms is going to crawl out of the fucking ducts and eat my liver. Anyway, All Souls was the episode that freaked me out that night and all I could think of was Cartman was right about gingers being evil and having no souls. I think I need a new favourite TV show. No, that's a lie. I love the X-Files. The best seasons (1-5) are still better than 90% of the crap on TV today.