Oh, hello, blog. It is hard for me to know where to get started, so jumping in with seven things I have been doing or thinking about…
My perfect cat! Toby is tiny and interesting, and at times a real shit. But I am his favorite person. Every morning he snuggles next to me on my pillow. Such a small thing, but makes such a big difference in my happiness level. Here are some pictures of Mr. Perfect.
Seasonal quilts! The feeling of time is accelerating. Weeks, months, seasons whip by. I an attempt to try and mark the passing of time, I am planning to switch the quilt hanging in my dining room. So far there has been Valentine’s Day and Spring. Not sure what I am going to do yet for Summer.
Deadlifts! I love them – and have a goal of doing them every day for the next seven days, and eventually being able to deadlift 120 lbs. I couldn’t sleep last night and was at the gym by 5 AM cranking Beyonce and deadlifting. I can’t imagine better music to deadlift to. I have not picture of me deadlifting; however, this is an image of the type of contraption I use for deadlifting. A hexagon-like thing.
Baby Quilts! First, I know TWO people who are having girls. The string of baby boy quilts is broken. I love baby boys, but am anxious to make some baby girl quilts. I have gotten really, really bad about remembering to take and post finished pictures of baby quilts. I know of at least two that have been completely undocumented and one that has been unreported. That lunacy stops down. I mean if I haven’t posted a picture of a completed quilt, did it even really get made. Below is a WIP baby quilt, with a grumpy cat posing by it.
And this is a quilt that I finished last year and didn’t report on. I don’t have a picture of the completed quilt, just the quilt top.
Cable. I was hip. I had severed the ties to the man, specifically the man in the form of cable. I had Netflix, Amazon, Sling, HBO Now, Hulu. But we spent so much time trying to find where who had what to watch that I was going a little crazy. And I couldn’t just watch an episode of Ellen Degeneres or The Rachel Maddow show without commercials or when I wanted to. Which I could when I had cable. I still HATE cable, but I do love to go to one place that has 90% of the things I want to watch and I can fast forward through commercials. I am not hip.
Drawing. I am letting myself develop this skill slowly. Like a kid would, I am tracing and copying to learn to draw. And I am not beating myself up about it. I don’t need to draw to feed my family or get a hostage released. So I can be slow and bad about it. I have drawn a few flowers recently and LOVE water color pencils and this book.
Here is one of my forays:
Being sparkly! So many boring cliches to pack into a few sentences. I love Big Little Lies. I hate how I now look my age. I have always been a fairly low-fuss girl. I have never been recognized for my beauty or style, so I didn’t work too hard at it. And my mother has always had flawless skin, so I wasn’t worried. Ends up I don’t have my mom’s skin. Ends up I have to do all of those boring beauty regimen things to not have my skin look like my actual age. I hate that. And I hate that I care enough to hate that.
In Big Little Lies (book at TV show) Madeline is recognized for being a sparkly girl. I am doing my best. Getting my nails done, moisturizing CONSTANTLY, accessorizing and putting on makeup. I can’t decide if it is worth it. I have decided I wished I didn’t care. But it seems I do.