Day: December 19, 2008

Photography

Quilting

Shelly

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I’ve been saying for years that I wanted to try quilting. Nothing fancy, just four or nine patch quilts made mostly of old clothes. I finally got bitten by the obsession bug today, badly, so I went over to the crafty crap store to get thread and pins. While I was there, I looked in their scrap bin and found a few ends of cotton that I liked.

I also bought an ironing board. Please feel free to laugh. I’ll be 40 next month, and somehow, I’ve managed to get along without ever owning an ironing board.

Anyway, if I can figure out how to use my sewing machine (again, feel free to laugh), I’m going to actually start sewing tomorrow. I’m excited!

Crankypantsing, Photography

Wet Paint

Shelly

I just took a load of clothes down to the laundry room. There was a “Wet Paint” sign on the stairwell wall. Good. But it said nothing whatsoever to indicate where the wet paint was. Now, this has happened before…

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…so I was prepared. Someone else was not so astute, because when I got to the bottom of the second landing, there were footprints in the not-exactly-tacky-but-not-completely-dry paint. They led from the bottom of the stairs all the way over to the washing machines. There’s no way on earth the person walking on the wet paint could not have realized what he was doing, but they just kept going about their merry business. That’s just plain assholery.

By now, the paint was dry enough to walk on without leaving marks, not that it mattered(!), so I went ahead and put my clothes in the washer. If the paint had still been wet, I’d’ve waited or driven over to the next court, onna counta I’m not a total asshole.

Photography

Wet Paint

Shelly

I just took a load of clothes down to the laundry room. There was a “Wet Paint” sign on the stairwell wall. Good. But it said nothing whatsoever to indicate where the wet paint was. Now, this has happened before. . .

100_4877

. . .so I was prepared. Someone else was not so astute, because when I got to the bottom of the second landing, there were footprints in the not-exactly-tacky-but-not-completely-dry paint. They led from the bottom of the stairs all the way over to the washing machines. There’s no way on earth the person walking on the wet paint could not have realized what he was doing. That’s just plain assholery.

By now, the paint was dry enough to walk on without leaving marks, not that it mattered(!), so I went ahead and put my clothes in the washer. If the paint had still been wet, I’d’ve driven over to the next court, onna counta I’m not a total asshole.

Photography

Quilting Prep

Shelly

IMG_2909

I’ve been saying for years that I wanted to try quilting. Nothing fancy, just four or nine patch quilts made mostly of old clothes. I finally got bitten by the obsession bug today, badly, so I went over to Hobby Lobby to get thread and pins. While I was there, I looked in their scrap bin and found a few ends of cotton that I liked.

I also bought an ironing board. Please feel free to laugh. I’ll be 40 next month, and somehow, I’ve managed to get along without ever owning an ironing board.

Anyway, if I can figure out how to use my sewing machine (again, feel free to laugh), I’m going to actually start sewing tomorrow. I’m excited!