Baby baby baby. These pictures are from … January 15. So close to a month ago. Sorry for the lateness.
I’ve been so absent lately. Like I have a on/off switch, and I’m functional as a mom, friend, editor, sister, daughter etc. – but otherwise I’m just absent. That doesn’t make for interesting blog posts. Desperate times call for bullet points.
- I don’t know how to dress myself anymore. I don’t get excited about getting ready for the day, or even for clothes shopping. Probably just a rut.
- As much as I worry and complain about being a single mom, I might not actually want that problem to be rectified.
- I can’t believe I just called my life a problem. My life is not a problem.
- I hate school very very much right now. Mainly because I feel ostracized from the newspaper office, which is a place that I love dearly. It made college something lovely, and without it college is stupid homework and theater teachers that misspell “Yul Brynner.”
- I love spending all of my time with my crazy little baby, but I miss being pregnant.
- I haven’t been able to respond to any of the wonderful, much appreciated e-mails I’ve recieved from you lovely readers. Not because of time constraints or anything … I just feel like any response I write is inadequate.
- I’m worried that I’m going to do something stupid in this non-being phase. Well, not actually do something stupid, more like let something stupid happen.
- Today I cleaned out the fridge and now we don’t have any condiments. We never used them, but I felt kind of cool having fancy stuff like avocado oil in the fridge. I also found a horrible prescribed medication with my name on it from who-knows-how-long-ago that makes me worry about what else I may have forgotten about my childhood.
- Speaking of food, I keep reading all of my friends’ internet postings about how they’re cooking with fancypants ingredients and making legitimate meals, while I’m all, “Lentils! Cabbage! I’m the queen of the kitchen!” and it makes me feel kind of foolish.
- I’m really interested in learning about my parents’ lives before I was born and while I was a baby, which makes me assume that Grady will read this blog eventually. Hey, baby. You’re favorite things to do to today are scratch things and growl. You can also roll over, and stick your bum up in the air by bending your legs. I’m really proud of you. Also, your diapers are insane.
- I hate tax season. If you want to get your taxes done somewhere, even if it’s at a kiosk in the front of Wal-Mart, make an appointment. Seriously. Tax preparers have grandbabies they want to get home to and stress-induced seizure disorders.
- Man. I feel like I’m going to do that thing tonight where I stare at my knitting for an hour, debating whether I should knit or just go to bed. And then eventually I’ll just go to bed, without knitting. Hate it when I do that.
- Sorry for a lame post about nothing.
- Also, I think I’m almost out of pre-written “10 cool things” posts, and all of the neat links I’ve been saving up are an my mac, which is in a coma. So you might have to go without those until I can afford to get a new power cord.
Ah, knitting. I love you so.
Hat: handmade by me; Shirt, undershirt, jeans, and shoes: thrifted.
Meh. I dress boring nowadays. I go to thrift stores and rarely find anything I like. Rut. But Grady dresses quite well:
Coat: Crazy8; leggings: Babylegs; Socks: Old Navy; Dress: thrifted
Bah. I got nothin’ for this post.
I gave you a sneak peek of my sweet be-skirted Winston in a previous post that I’m too lazy to link to. But now the leftover pictures in my “BLOG ME” folder and the unfinished skirt in my ufo (unfinished objects, for you muggles) pile are taunting me into showing you more.
I hope that made sense, as I have no desire whatsoever to edit it. “But what? Mel, you love editing things.” Well I’m a complicated woman.
So I started making this skirt for Grady, and well before I got even close to finishing it I realized that it is waaaay too big for her. Meaning I have plenty of time to finish it before she will be able to wear it. Meaning I can cast it aside in favor of more pressing adventures.
Anyway, “too big for Grady” = “just the right size for Winston.”
He’s actually not as angry as he looks in this photo. Winston quite likes trying on clothes if you catch him in the right mood.
Anyway, I’m making up the pattern as I go. I originally toyed with the thought of publishing the pattern, but then I remembered that no yarnies read this blog anymore anyway, and that the pattern was a damn mess, and that starting crochet in the round when you’re not starting it like the top of a hat is so extremely hard. My foundation chain is definitely twisted here. So that would take some pattern-tweaking, a.k.a. work, and that just doesn’t fit into my current lifestyle.
Also? Remember that “BLOG ME” folder I talked about earlier? I’m hoping to empty it today. Before I go to a high school theater production tonight. Yikes.
Another also: kitty muffin top is the best kind of muffin top there is.
The pictures are the links. In general I’m very excited about crochet but at the moment I’m kind of unflappable. “At the moment” being December 30, because I write these “10 cool …” posts far in advance and schedule them to be posted later.
The picture has nothing to do with this. I just like it.
Anyway, I just got my mind blown a bit. Evidence:
“I’m working on a project” + a few letters = “I’m working on a projectION.”
Whaaaat. Like a projection of self. Instead of saying “I’m going to go work on a project,” I could be-verb that noun, soften the j and say “I’m going to go project.”
Of course I love this. I totally would love this.
The pictures are the links. A beautiful healthy dog really is the perfect accessory, among other things.
Edit: I just realized that the pictures aren’t the links. And I’m afraid this may be the case for all of my 10 posts. And I really don’t want to fix it. So if you want to know more about these outfits, here’s all I have for you:
- Sally Jane Vintage
- Liebemarlene Vintage
- Le Blog de Betty
- Some streetstyle site
- Hot Chocolate and Mint
- Cocorosa
- Another streetstyle site
- My daily style
- No idea, but the photography reminds me of … shoot. A blog I can’t remember. The Frensh she-streetstyle photographer who dated the Sartorialist. So that is possibly where this photo came from.
- Le Blog de Betty
01.15.10 – The first time I lived in this house I despised how pretty it was. Like a museum – where you’re afraid to touch anything or you’ll get in trouble. Anway, now it is a wonderful place where everyone can be their messy lovely selves. Every once in a while I’ll put up something like this dishcloth – something that fights viciously against the decor. Because it pleases me so. Also, my mom made this and it makes me feel loved. And it makes my dishes feel clean.
01.16.10 – This terrifying dude hangs to the right of the family computer. One of my dad’s college buddies painted it for him, and I find that kind of wonderful. Because if anyone wanted to paint something for my dad today, it certainly wouldn’t be some crossdressing samurai. I like to think about how much my dad has changed over the years. He’s a pretty great guy. This is horribly, awkwardly written.
01.17.10 – Today I couldn’t think of a picture to take. So here is my usual make-up regimen. Rice paper for the face, black mascara, black eyeliner, any random dark powder eyeshadow applied with a brush. Meh.
01.18.10 – This kills me. Grady hardly ever falls asleep in my arms anymore, and my dad is the only one with the patience to get her to sleep while holding her. Patience is needed because it is a task. A large difficult task. But tonight she fell asleep in his arms and it broke my heart. Also, she’s huge. She looks so gigantic in this picture.
01.19.10 – Today I introduced Grady to the Jenny-Jump-Up. I had to stuff it with blankets because she’s way too small for it. The package reccommends introducing it at about four months, and Grady is barely three months old. But she wants to stand up all day long. Which is swell, but it requires two hands. So in she goes to the Jenny-Jump-Up, to bounce and twirl awkwardly while staring at stuff. She loves it.
01.20.10 – Utah Valley magazine fail. EPIC FAIL.
01.21.10 – Blueberry muffin day. Edit articles day. Talk to my mom for hours day. Change Grady’s outfits three times day. Teach Winston to stay off counters day. Feeling like everything’s going to work out just fine day.
