Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Valentine
This is part of the Valentine Jesse drew for me in response to the sliver that stabbed it's way in to my toe. I love it when he draws comics, especially about me.
Also, if you haven't heard it already you should listen to "mushaboom" by feist, it gets stuck in my brain. I'd feel better if everyone else was walking around with the same lyrics I hear in my head. Thank you.
Are you an idiot?
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Field Trip
So I needed to get out of town. Seattle is great, but as I am carless sometimes I feel trapped in this I-5 corridor of a city. Unfortunately I am often broke as well. Even Portland is out of reach.
My friend Quinn wanted to ride a ferry. I hadn't realized she'd never been on one in Washington State. Seeing as how she'd been on the B.C. ferries in Canada she was already spoiled. But I didn't want to be shown up by Canada and their beautiful ferries, cruise ships more like.
I thought ferry, out of town, ferry... hmmm. And we ended up on Bainbridge Island where there just happened to be a yarn shop I hadn't visited yet. That would be Churchmouse Yarn and Tea, at 118 Madrone Lane North. Very sweet, bright little shop. Where you can get some Manos and some rooibos all at the same time.
This is Quinn with the Olympic Mountains framing her in the background and, I kid you not, a picklefork to the left of her. Yes that is what they are really called.
I felt too self conscious to take pics inside the yarn store, next time.
My friend Quinn wanted to ride a ferry. I hadn't realized she'd never been on one in Washington State. Seeing as how she'd been on the B.C. ferries in Canada she was already spoiled. But I didn't want to be shown up by Canada and their beautiful ferries, cruise ships more like.
I thought ferry, out of town, ferry... hmmm. And we ended up on Bainbridge Island where there just happened to be a yarn shop I hadn't visited yet. That would be Churchmouse Yarn and Tea, at 118 Madrone Lane North. Very sweet, bright little shop. Where you can get some Manos and some rooibos all at the same time.
This is Quinn with the Olympic Mountains framing her in the background and, I kid you not, a picklefork to the left of her. Yes that is what they are really called.
I felt too self conscious to take pics inside the yarn store, next time.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Ouch
Who knew a splinter could be so painful?
Well when it's the size of a matchstick...
I managed to wound myself with this two by four by dancing on a friends wooden floor. The damn thing flew right into my big toe and I couldn't get it out without the help of a very nice doctor. I am so happy I have health insurance...
I could almost knit with it.
Well when it's the size of a matchstick...
I managed to wound myself with this two by four by dancing on a friends wooden floor. The damn thing flew right into my big toe and I couldn't get it out without the help of a very nice doctor. I am so happy I have health insurance...
I could almost knit with it.
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