Monday, January 7, 2013

Hola, me llamo Nicole

Sometime last month my beloved iron died. I know, (insert sarcasm here) you feel the loss as much as I do. I loved that iron. As a person who sews, your iron is like your best friend. Only it doesn't go shopping with you to tell you when a certain pair of pants makes your butt look fat. Secretly I kind of wish it did, because that iron has seen me through many a hard time sewing in the last two years. I went out shopping to find another suitable iron, bought one, and decidedly hate it. I've already thrown away the box and receipt. Now I am kind of stuck with and iron, who might I add only likes to steam when it wants to. If I want some steam action, I press the steam button and wait. And wait. And wait. Then as I start to iron something I don't need to use steam with, it lets out a huge gust of steamy air, pissing me off in the process. I think it might by possessed or maybe it just secretly likes wrinkles. Either way now I feel like I HAVE to use this iron I already paid for. What to do, what to do....... Are there magical iron fairies somewhere out there that deliver new and fabulous irons to good little boys and girls?

In other news, I have many a fun new project on the drafting table this year. Lots of ideas floating around in my head, hopefully I will be able to share them with you, plus a side of sarcasm. A blog from me doesn't feel the same unless it's laced with loads of sarcasm and an occasional swear word thrown in there for good luck. Bet you didn't know swearing brings good luck. There, see? You do learn something new every day. You're welcome. 

Friday, January 4, 2013

Look maw, it's 2013!

Happy new year to all 5 of you......2 of you who still stop by and still read my random drivel! I hope everyone had a fab holiday. We decided a day before we were hosting a New Year's Eve to switch rooms around in our house, thus creating a massive mess! Obviously, we like to thrive on stress. And caffeine with an occasional beer thrown in the mix. My stepson moved out, so we moved my son (8 going on 35) into the now empty room. Then we turned my son's old room into a toy room where all video games will be relocated  (pause for a moment of silence please for how kick ass this is - my precious living room will finally be mine again!). Not to mention I was able to move all Legos and Polly Pockets to the toy room. The bottoms of all mother's feet rejoice in the awesomeness of this. If you have no clue why this is awesome, then go find a Lego, throw it on the floor, take off your shoes and socks, turn off the lights and step on the Lego. I bet you just yelled many a 4 letter swear word, didn't you? Now you understand. By creating a toy room we were able to move many a toy out of the basement table, including a huge table that will now be used for Lego building and craft making. By doing this we opened up a crap ton of room in the basement where my studio lives. Do you understand what this means for me?

(wait for it)

A chance to redo the studio!!!!!!!!!! (No, I am not excited about this at all. Nope. Not one iota.) (Okay, maybe just a tad bit excited.) (Okay, fine. I may have skipped around the house singing with glee.) The reorganization part started out a bit hairy, giant mess.

BUT, I was finally able to clean the area and organize everything they way it should be.

Case in point, the fabric stash:

Please note that all fabric is now arrange by color, including a polka dot stash. What, doesn't everybody have a polka dot stash? Don't give me that look, you know you have one.

If you need me, I will be downstairs sewing. And gazing longingly at my fabric.