I always wanted to go to Italy and I will some day. I’ve been working on recipes for yummy Italian food and found this:
It happens to be a lovely site with lovely pictures and lovely ads
like this:
awesome pictures like this:
http://www.thatsarte.com/blog/
all about art, history, etc.
Yes it is hot enough to fry and egg.
But would you really want to?
ick.
So lets talk about things to come.
First up. What if you only could wear six pieces of clothing for a month? What would you chose? I’ve got eight picked out and will be starting very soon. Why? because its a challenge. I was going to start yesterday, but I am going to wait to officially be part of this:
If they will have me. They are starting a new round sometime very soon. If I can find my camera phone chord, I’ll post the clothing options and let you help pick the final six.
I have already started the “Great American Apparel Diet” Why? because I have too much stuff. I did this a couple years ago and it was quiet interesting by the end of the year. I have to put rules in place for things no longer fitting, because thanks to being tortured a couple times a week by a trainer, things are starting to move.
This isn’t as rough as when I did it, which was no shoes, no lotion, no nothing.
In other news:
I figured out the Ipod Nike+
I am going to do the Soaring Wings Half Marathon
My sister and her daughter are going to do it too.
Freecycle is annoying and fun.
Your rainbow is intensely shaded blue, white, and violet.
What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate friends who get along with one another. You share hobbies with friends and like trying to fit into their routines. People depend on you to make them feel secure.
Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.
Which is kinda true, but well you know what you get when you let a survey pick your personality. All in all the good outweighs the bad and amor vincit omnia
To make a long story short- We went to the show! We won! Woot! Wow! OMG, and all that stuff. It was/is amazing and overwhelming. By the time I got home the next night. I had had so much free advice and counsel, like “you know you can’t”, “you know you shouldn’t”, “You know ‘they’ will” –that I decided to just shut down the blog. No scoping me out blah blah blah.
It took me about three months to realize, Hey! if people wanna read my blog, who cares? Paranoia gone. It took Enabler Dan a few more months to reinstate said blog and so its back! I’ve got some great ideas coming for the fall and winter and I can’t wait!
Stitch Witchery should be spelled with a B. For the record a heart was lost last night, and I have no idea where it went, I’m waiting for it to show up stuck to something inappropriate sometime. I just cut out another one and went on about my way.
It stands to reason that my lovely birthday rotary cutter hid itself in the car until all the cutting was done.
It also stands to reason that my second sewing kit, the one that had the thread in many colors, hid itself. That’s it. I’m getting some shelves and putting the thread and accessories on the wall. Maybe if I took my hobbies seriously they’d take me seriously? or maybe they’d keep hiding? I mean things do have a sense of humor in my house. Take the movie I decided to watch while working on the banner, “Queen Margot” Hello, its in FRENCH with subtitles. How are you supposed to READ subtitles and work on a hand project???? also its kinda full of violence and sex, had forgotten that. But there are some pretty dresses in there, that I’d love to have.
I might like sewing. But I hate the finished project. Never good enough. But I promise myself that I’m going to do more of it in 2010. (actually in 2009)
Can we go yet?
Half my ideas stayed that way.
WE ARE GOING TO THE SHOW!
This may be old hat to a lot of people, but I’m a weeeeeeeee! bit excited because this is a “first” for me and regardless of the outcome, I’m just happy to participate. (and hope I don’t barf on the Queen, or anyone else for that matter)
Yesterday I spent the day listening to Big Head Todd and the Monsters and ABBA, it seemed to make sense at the time. “All the Love You Need” and “Honey Honey” and “Supertrooper” don’t try to figure it out, just go with it. I spent last night sewing and packing and cleaning of course.
Of course.
I told my daughter this, “Someone asked Mommy if they could fight for her in Crown List. That means if they win Mommy will be a Princess for a while and then she’ll be a Queen for a while.” It also means she’ll be living in a fishbowl for 11 months, but my daughter is only *27, no need to scare her.
This is an awesome list and I can’t wait to see how it turns out. All of the options are good ones, although I’m slightly more excited about a couple of them.
(oh and I decided against the cake)
Ran the group run tonight. It was awesome. I missed my run with Miss Weightless Wednesday because of insomnia that shows up by waking me up at 3 a.m.
Tonight’s run was 4:1 (run four mins walk one) it was awesome, but no one is my pace. There where groups of twos, threes, and more all running the same speed. No one ran my speed. Great. Even in a group run with lots of people there is no one who matches me. Tried not to make it a metaphor for life.
This song came up when I got home and was digging around for some music to clean house by. Beautiful. I hope it will let you listen. “Hearts in Armor” Jude Johnstone version.
Why? cause I’m thinking that focusing on that will make me forget the clock is ticking, I need to do some sewing (quilts, et. al) and paint and make some things and oh yeah. And that yoga book I need to read is stressing me out.
I’m doing quilt guild, cleaning a tiny corner of the garage, running and working on fabric organization tonight. Pound cake, baked chicken, grapes, cheese, red wine, how does that sound?
So apparently, what I’m missing in my life (if I’m missing anything-its debatable) is Luke Danes. Where’s my Luke Danes?
So anyway this song has been stuck in my head for a week or so. I went looking for it and found this version. Very cute. Also, for the record, I totally had the lead singer’s hair back in the day. Ah the days of perms when all it took was a pick and a fluff and your hair was good to go.
So anyway. I give you the song I’ve had stuck in my head for weeks. The Gilmore version.