This shouldn’t bother me as much as it does.

Okay, you know those mechanical gorillas that businesses put out in front to attract customers?  And you know how sometimes they dress the gorilla up to make it more eye-catching?  That can have some unfortunate consequences, in my opinion.

There is a local business that I drive by just about every day.  They have a gorilla.  Months ago, they added a day-glo yellow vest (the kind construction workers wear).  That was fine.  It was when they added the pink tutu that things got a little weird.  You see, the gorilla doesn’t have any hips.  The tutu started slipping down just a couple of days after it appeared.  A couple of weeks ago, the tutu had arrived at a place rather low down on said gorilla,  and I can’t help thinking it looks…hmm…how shall I put this?  The gorilla appears to be exhibiting inappropriate behavior.  It’s like it’s flashing passing traffic.

I know this shouldn’t bother me.  It’s a gorilla.  Gorillas don’t even wear tutus.  It isn’t even an anatomically correct gorilla.  It does bug me, though.  Am I crazy?  And no, I will not provide a picture.


Crocheted Fox Scarf

A friend of mine has a cute, knit scarf that looks like a fox has wrapped itself around her neck.  She wondered if there was a crochet version of the pattern because she has friends who crochet rather than knit.  I decided I might be up to the challenge of figuring it out.  It took me three attempts and an internet search for how to crochet a triangle, but I finally finished it.

fox scarf thumbnail

What do you think?  I’m actually quite pleased with it.  I’m not so sure about the instructions I wrote up for it.  I’ve never tried to write a pattern before, and I haven’t read a pattern in a while.  If you’re interested in trying it out, I’ve put it on a separate page here.  Let me know if I can improve on the instructions, if I need to clarify anything, or whatever.  If you try it out for yourself.  I’d love to see a pic.


Gah! Bubblegum!

So I had to get some work done at the dentist today.  The numbing gel had a really strong scent, but I couldn’t quite place it.  It was very strong, though, and tasted vile.  When I told them it tasted gross, the dentist said, “Yeah, that bubblegum flavor is pretty strong.”  My response?  “Gah!  Bubblegum?!  I hate bubblegum!”  I didn’t recognize it because it’s been ages since I’ve had the stuff.  Also, as an adult, I was not expecting bubblegum-flavored anything at the dentist’s office.  That’s for kids, isn’t it?  Anyway…they’re putting a note in my file: “hates bubblegum”.  Thank you.

Now I have to wait for the novacaine to wear off before I can eat something that tastes good.  Sigh.

So what’s the last flavor you’d ever want the dentist to put in your mouth?  Bubblegum?  Cherry?  Orange?  Piña Colada?  (Seriously, I was told that last one is an option.)


So this is what she does in her spare time.

I found a copy of Leonard Cohen’s “First We Take Manhattan” and played it for BratzBasher.  Being a connoisseur of various fandoms, she immediately thought of Loki from the Avengers movie.  A couple of days later, I caught her putting the following video together and decided I had to share it with y’all.

Please let us know what you think of it.  She just loves feedback.


I wouldn’t exactly call them “free”.

free punches in faceNo, really.

All the people I want to punch in the face have actually earned it.

I just wish people would stop picking on my kid, that’s all.


Jeans aprons, as promised.

I have photos of two of the three aprons I made recently for a favorite things party.  We were to bring three of a favorite thing (purchased or homemade) with an approximate $10 value.  We wrote our names on three separate pieces of paper and placed them into a bowl.  Near the end of the party, we each took turns picking three names out of the bowl (checking to make sure we didn’t wind up with our own name or duplicates), and those women got the items we brought with us — after we explained why the items were our favorite.

I came home with a handheld (It had a strap so I could wear it on my hand.) canister of pepper spray, a homemade bar of lotion (similar to those you can purchase through Lush), and a bag that contained body scrub, cherry Twizzlers, and a bottle of Coke.  During the party, we munched on appetizers and traded ideas for favorite activities, date night ideas, local restaurants, etc.

My aprons were actually a representation of a favorite thing that I couldn’t package and gift away: the craft group I attend at the library.  The aprons were a project that I learned at that group.  I confess that the jeans for the two aprons pictured here came from Goodwill.  Normally I would balk at cutting up a perfectly good pair of jeans, but I couldn’t resist the bright colors.  The Christmas apron looks black, and I haven’t the means to fix that, so you’ll have to trust me when I say it’s actually a Christmas-y green color.

apron1

(The ribbon bows were sewn on by hand so that the usefulness of the pockets wouldn’t be compromised.)

Christmas apron

(I machine-stitched the patches, but they didn’t overlap across the pockets too much.  My favorite part is the row of miniature cookie cutters along the middle section.)

The third apron was made from a pair of ecru jeans.  I added a ruffle of polka dot fabric in shades of brown and a striped brown ribbon across the pockets and where the ruffle met the denim.  I had to replace the belt loops with the ribbon because the originals were poorly placed for my purposes.  (I did the same thing with the Christmas apron.)  If I ever get a picture of it, I’ll include it in another post — or maybe update this one.  It’s not as exciting as these two, but I think it turned out pretty cute.


Band Camp: Week 1

I had originally planned to post pics of three aprons I recently made for a “favorite things” party, but I forgot to take the pictures before I gave away the aprons.  I am currently soliciting pics from the new owners of said aprons.  Yeah, I’m like that.  In the meantime, please enjoy my anticipated anxiety about the upcoming marching band season!

BratzBasher started Band Camp this week.  She went from a 12pm wake-up to a 5:30am wake-up.  I think she’s finally adjusting, though.  Next week will be half days.  That’ll leave plenty of time for her to finish her summer reading before school starts.  That doesn’t mean she will finish, but she’ll have the time to do so.

The good news: BB is now the senior tuba/sousaphone player in the band.

The bad news: There’s only one other tuba player, and he’s a freshman.  BB’s showing him the ropes, though, and rolling her eyes every time I quote Spiderman at her.

“With great power comes great responsibility.”

The biggest obstacle this week has been getting BB to eat breakfast.  Like me, she sometimes has trouble eating early in the morning.  Fortunately, her tummy likes Toaster Scramblers.  They’re better for her than Pop Tarts or cold cereal.

Tuesday and Wednesday, I went to camp with BB so that I could help with uniform fittings.  We needed to make certain that returning band members still fit into last year’s assigned uniform pieces, including pants, jacket, shako (hat), dinkles (shoes), and gloves.  Some had grown and had to be assigned new pieces.  One girl actually went down a size.  We didn’t have enough jackets in her size last year, so she had to take the next size up.  This year, she had better luck.  Seniors get fitted first (getting first pick of available uniforms), then Juniors, and then Sophomores.

Freshmen get whatever’s left over.  That makes for a lot of hemming (both raising and lowering).  For one girl, we have to turn what was normally a regular-length pant into a short-length pant.  Of course, next year, we may need those pants to be regular-length again.  They are also two sizes too big.  They’re quite baggy on her, but what can you do?  Not much.  I’ve got them hanging up in the front room right now, awaiting my needle and thread.  I need to finish them today so I can drop them off when I pick up BB this afternoon.

BB’s favorite moment of Band Camp so far (from what I can tell): having the newbie face his sousaphone towards the wind for the first time.  It was something BB learned about last year.  To hear her tell it, the wind nearly knocked her over her first day of camp.  I think she’s enjoying being the experienced one, but I can tell she misses her old section buddies and their goofy ways.  I keep reminding her: “He’ll catch on.”  And then they’ll really have fun.

In the meantime, I’m doing my best to help out while looking as inconspicuous as possible.  I don’t want anyone getting any ideas that I can take on a leadership position in band boosters at any point in the future.  That’s really my greatest fear — trumping my fear of spider crickets (aka camel crickets).

Be glad I didn't choose 400 x 300.

Eeewww!

Actually, the worst thing I can imagine is a giant spider cricket telling me that I’ve been elected President of the Band Boosters.  I think I would die of a heart attack.


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