Sew...A Needle Pulling Thread

Oops. I truly didn't mean to leave a HEY IT'S MY FREAKIN' BIRTHDAY! post up for so long. Oh well. Life is hectic. I feel like I'm always trying to catch up, all the while worrying about what looms ahead. It leads to not making a lot of progress and procrastination. Oy.

One of the many things occupying my time lately was learning how to use the inexpensive (less than $75), refurbished sewing machine I got a few months ago. I learned the basics--how to thread the machine, how to make simple things like a tote bag, hemming jeans. Damn if I can sew in a very straight line yet though. I think that will come with practice.

I made a very basic, flimsy tote bag (unlined) out of this cute paw print fabric. I may be making a couple of sturdier bags with some fabric I've ordered from Japan for a couple of upcoming craft shows. It's a good thing I got this new skill because I think I've forgotten how to crochet.

When I was coming home from one of the classes, I got my sewing machine out of the car. I have a plastic carrying case for it. An older neighbor was out on the street and said, "Oh, did you just get back from camping?" I said, "No, I was at a sewing class. This is my machine." He said, "Hmm. I didn't know people still did that." Huh?

It's My Birthday Too!

So, Little Guy and I shared a birthday last week. I got lots of birthday wishes and some FABULOUS gifts from a variety of people.

I also got a couple of very generous and already-spent gift cards, a lunch with co-workers, cupcakes, and ice cream cake. I feel fortunate & loved.

Happy Birthday, Grandpa Fluffy Butt!

Now that Little Guy is 12 (since he didn't turn 12 last year, as I originally thought!) he is showing his age. Hence the twice weekly trips to the vet for joint juice injections. I wish I was kidding. Luckily, it will taper down soon.

No matter what his age--we don't really know and the controversy has reared its ugly head again--nope! Solved again by the paperwork...he's "12." Who knows really, as he was found wandering the streets of L.A.

Little Guy is a neurotic, anxious dog, much like his mother! He is really sweet, as long as you are a person. If you are a squirrel or another dog then you can forget it. Sure, he's stinky, but he's soft as a bunny and a great snuggler. Here's a new tag I got him recently as an early birthday gift.

Here's to lots more birthdays with Little Guy, my Middle Guy, Petite Guy, Gaius Baltar, Pupworth J. Crumpet, Payaso, Junior, Geechy Guy, etc. I could go on and on with the nicknames, but I won't!