Notes & Asides

I am not usually ever a fan of Christmas crafts (or, for that matter, excessive holiday decorating), but I am nevertheless planning the construction of (what I hope will be) a Christmas wreath to make Martha cry. It will be kind of like this one, but tackier. And glittery-er.

Hello, future neighbors! This is what happens when you let 23-year-old girls sign leases.

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If you were going into space, who would you want to drive your spaceship? Easy: Hoban "Wash" Washburne. He plays with toy dinosaurs, he rocks the Hawaiian shirts, and oh yeah, he's a leaf on the wind. What more could you want in a pilot?

Unfortunately, both Wash and private space flight are the stuff of science fiction right now, so to tide us all over, I made a "Wash is my co-pilot" bumper sticker over at Zazzle. You can buy it, if you want, and if you do I think I get ten whole cents from the Zazzle people. It's practically a charitable donation.

It's true: I am a genius of graphic design.

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I want to learn to embroider. That sounds like a good hobby for someone who hates to sew, right?

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I keep trying to think of more to say, but I keep getting distracted by wedding shoe* shopping. (And wedding jewelry shopping. And something awesome to wear in my hair for the wedding** shopping.) Now that I've got the dress out of the way, I can focus on the really fun stuff. Etsy and Zappos won't know what hit them.

*But not the "white satin pumps" kind of wedding shoes. No, I am looking for something significantly less lame. And more re-wearable.
**Unlikely to be a veil. I'm thinking hair flower or very pretty headband.