





Yesterday was a friend's birthday so I spent most of the day making this for him.
I work at a desk right next from the cartoonist for the newspaper, who also happens to be an ex-instructor of mine from college. We've always gotten along really well and, not to toot my own horn, I've always been one of his favorite students. We recently had a conversation about a monkey trophy which turned into an inside joke. I looked for an actual monkey trophy for him, but the only one I can find costs too much for me right now, so I drew him this lastnight and left it on his desk.



Searching the internet at work for yarn pictures for ideas for an ad. Came up with a whole lot of great stuff I can't use, but is fun to look at!
My friend Halle sent me a switchblade comb in the mail. I can't even describe how excited I was when I saw it.
Immediately went into greaser mode. This picture got a lot of attention...positive attention. I was trying to be silly, but apparently this is a good look for me. The funniest part about the whole ordeal is how shocked people seemed to be by my appearance...
I feel like it's been months since I've been able to sit down and craft. While that's not entirely true, it's somewhat accurate. I started my job in July and since then I haven't really had a whole lot of time, or energy, to sit down and sew.

In case you can't read it, it states as follows:
Hello, there, boys and girls! It's late and I'm exhausted and I would love nothing more than to just collapse into my bed and fall fast asleep, but that's not going to happen. My oh-so-humble abode looks like it was hit by a tornado and I can't seem to find my bed :/ I wish I lived a normal life where I could just crash on the couch when everything is too piled up to deal with, but... I don't.
The other day on the way home from work I saw this spray painted on a train.I have never been so upset with anyone or anything that I thought “Shit, get me some spray paint and find me a train! I AM SO PISSED I GOTTA WRITE THIS ON A TRAIN!”
I wonder where this happened. I wonder what Smith Self Service did to this person to make them so terribly upset.
Since we have to give her extra attention now that she has her "condition", I brought Lucy in here to hang out while I clean.
It's high school all over again. Why should the pregnant girls get special treatment? Pregnant women in the workplace get to take time off for pregnancy, but why don't the rest of us get some sort of special leave for things that are just as important to us?