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my sexy no-prescription glasses

Hi! Do you like my glasses? Don’t they make me look smart? Do I look a little bit like Whoorl? No? Oh well. The truth is I do not need glasses. I have perfect vision. Better than perfect, in fact. BUT I love glasses! I want to look smart and sexy like a librarian! So when Toby decided he didn’t like these and never got around to getting his prescription glass put in, guess what…. I get them!!!! Wheeeee! I’m so going to wear these as a secret disguise.

9/27 part 2

A secret disguise to distract you from my slobby attire! Ha ha ha ha… Okay, whatever. Nothing can help this outfit. It was laundry day yesterday and we spent the day at the doctor’s office instead of doing laundry.

Baby Bug might have an ear infection. She’s been cranky and sticking her finger in her ear. I gave her chocolate just to stop the crying for one second and now her ear is covered in chocolate. I tried to wipe it off with a wet paper towel but that made her scream bloody murder. I figured that was a pretty obvious symptom so I made an appointment with her pediatrician.

The chocolate smudges in her ear did make a handy indicator for the doctor to figure out which ear was bothering her. The doctor said it wasn’t serious, probably just a virus, so we went home none the wiser. I’m actually glad that she’s not getting antibiotics but I’m sure we picked up a whole slew of new viruses while waiting in the germ infested waiting room. I wish I could know these things before I heft her off to the house of horrors. Poor Bug. She was sure she was going to get a shot again.

My first picture for my "I dress like a slob every day" pool

Back to my horrible outfit. As you can see, this is totally normal for me. I dress like this every day. It is sad and pathetic and I am not proud of it. But life has got me in it’s grip right now so I might as well have a little fun with it, right? I decided to make my own flickr pool called “I dress like a slob every day”. You know, in parody of the ever fashionable and trim-as-a-whip Ms. Susan Wagner of Friday Playdate? Maybe you are familiar with her Working Closet pool? I’ve been following it for quite a while, wishing I could play. But sadly, I don’t own any fancy clothes like that. And if I did I’d probably hide them because Baby Bug would smear greasy goldfish cracker oil on them and ruin them.

slob badge

And with that I bid you to go check it out and join yourself if you are so inclined. I’ve even made a little badge for you to put in your sidebar if you like. No hard feelings if you don’t want to advertise your slobdom. I’m totally with you. We should not embrace our slovenliness. My father-in-law is probably disowning me right this very minute.

p.s. Letters next post, I promise.

Move over Gumball, now there’s something plumpier!

Move over Gumball it's time for something plumpier

I threw caution to the wind, blew off work and painting to make a stuffed dog today! I don’t know what hit me. I was working on the eternal couch cover project (I’m always altering it, one of these days it will be perfect and then it will be so brittle from the sun constantly beating on it, it will fall to shreds and I’ll have to start all over again) and I just got this crazy hair-brained idea that I should make Baby Bug a stuffed dog. You know, since I’m on this seemingly endless dog kick these days.

Meet.... um, what's his name, the stuffed dog

Before you go complimenting my sewing, let me just say that I am not a very good seamstress. I am horrid, in fact. Part of it is my sewing machine and the other part of it is that I am just a hack job artist with no attention span to be a perfectionist. If you look close, you will find puckers and gathers and back-tacking where there shouldn’t be back-tacking, knots where there shouldn’t be knots… It’s a big mess. My Aunt Keren, the seamstress, will not be allowed to examine it closely. This, like most of my sewing projects, will put her many years of kind teaching to shame. I’m sorry Aunt Keren.

It’s not all my fault though. My sewing machine doesn’t like me very much. I know this because it makes rats nests with the bobbin thread on a regular basis. This might be because I keep my sewing machine in this canvas tote and every time I haul it in and out of the closet, I think I break it. The tension is whacky. I don’t know what the numbers mean so I don’t even know how to fix it.

The little spool thing that holds the thread is busted off. I have to stick a skewer in the hole, where it used to be, and let my spool of thread wobble around on the skewer unbalanced. It’s really amazing that I bother to sew at all.

he's very huggable

All that said, I had a blast making this little stuffed puppy. I used to make these sorts of things all the time when I was a kid and I used to visit my Aunt’s sewing room. And then there’s the Lumpy Cat Ranch of course. I think imperfect sewing is my thing. I know Baby Bug is too young to really appreciate the fun of this but I think someday we are going to really have a ball. Or a puppy or a doll or a kitten… or a truck.

"dancing"