Meet Waffles!!!

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Say hello to the newest member of my family: Waffles. Waffles is a 6month old kitten I adopted on Tuesday. We are having a great time together, although I'm sure its going to get stressful in the next few days, because he needs to be vaccinated, microchiped, neutered, and have soft-paws nail covers applied to save my furniture. I will keep you posted with pics and stories as things progress.

What am I thinking about?

A list of things I want to make:

A bento wrap.

The Small Object's sandwich wrap (top) and how to translate that into a insulated furoshiki (bottom) for my bento box. A furoshiki is a cloth or napkin that a bento box and chopsticks are bundled up in and is spread under the box like a miniature picnic cloth. I have an insulated lunch bag that I got for $4 at Target, but its rather ugly, so I think this would be a great way to keep my food cold while using a tradintional bento accessory.

The super sexy high waisted skirt

I LOVE the way this skirt looks, you see it all over Burdastyle now-a-days, and I think that this skirt will look amazing on my new figure, I've made a mini version of this skirt so I've got the technique down, and I've been thinking about using meansware prints, with subtle pinstripes and texture, but I also love the lacy, flirty look of the skirt on the left, so I can tell that there is going to me an army of these skirts coming out of my sewing machine...

The proverbial tree in the forest

In 1984 O'Brien tells Winston that before man there was nothing and after man, if he could come to an end, there will still be nothing. So according to O'Brien, if there is no man in the forest, there is no tree. But what if a woman was in the forest? Or a child?

I'm not being mean. I'm being honest.

Your genericness holds no bounds.

Only in a city this large.

You would think that NY being so big the chances of running into your ex boyfriends would be small but alas this not true. You can't even turn a corner without running dead smack into the stalker or the guy who wore you underwear....

Canal Street Panhandling

While sitting on three brand new cans of Home Depot paint on Canal and Broadway, I became aware of a man sitting a few feet from me. He was setting up his electric guitar, muttering and humming to himself. He sat down on a old milk crate, looked around and began to play. When anyone showed any sign of paying attention to him, he would stop playing and say "Hey help me out with a dollar or two." If they declined, he would yell obscenities at them. Whether the passerby said "Eff you" or "Sorry man, I got nothing" the guitar player would insult them and and I kept thinking, he is never gonna make any money that way.

Surfing in the dead of night.

Last night I went surfing on a surfboard that was made of of paper covered in contact paper supported by a wooden dowel. It was about as tall as I am and about 3 or 4 inches wide. There was also a shark in the water (which was in my sister's bedroom and from the side looked like a day bed and from the front looked like and ocean) who was very nice, and invited me to eat smores on the beach, it was quite wonderful actually.

You Never Get It Quite Right

If a scene is memorable, you never remember it right. It's a film lovers
paradox

Rescue Mission: Broken Parrot.

I was walking to school and i found this poor broken baby parrot:

I decided to rescue him. First I gave him a new hook:

Then I crocheted up a chord, add a pony bead and viola! instant retro parrot necklace :D

I didn't want to fix the crack or spruce up the paint, I think he is charming as is :D

Moe's first few days of summer.