I can't draw. Honestly, I can't...

I really should draw more, but every time I pick up a moleskine and a pen, I get scared. I used to draw all the time, but now I'm lucky if I can scratch out doodle. Even my etsy shop is suffering from my inability to draw. Its like 3.5 years of at school has rendered me incapable of making art. Ironic aint it?

"I wish I could have told you..."

....that I didn't like the way you said it. It was mean, even if you where joking. Or maybe I am just too sensitive. But I still think it was mean, and you shouldn't say such things. It hurts peoples felings. Maybe I'm too considerate, or maybe your not considerate enough. Maybe it would have been different if you would have said it in a funny voice, or with a stupid look on your face. Then maybe my feelings wouldn't hurt, and I wouldn't be writing this...

No One Belongs Here More Then You

This is what I'm reading right now, and it is a set of pleasantly awkward and eclectic stories dealing with peoples perceptions of experience. People find themselves mostly ordinary situations, but the way are described makes them seem anything but ordinary. The book made me feel as if I were trying to read in another language,one where I understood all the words but had to reconsider each word in the context of the story to translate the message. I highly recommend it to anybody who wants someting different.

Cats In Sweaters

I like to torture my cat with handmade crochet sweaters. This is the first one, and I think he likes it. I have to make another one though, the arm holes are a little snug, and its a little on the short side, making him look fat. My next project? A kittie beanie to keep his head warm...

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.