tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20243566281247552912024-03-05T15:06:49.345-08:00Always searching for my messy perfection.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-80879431274484977742011-11-01T18:42:00.000-07:002011-11-01T19:38:25.192-07:00Gift that keeps on givin'.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFFm4O4bzloNWoWPys4Ti8BVkPnikGy8oBBDz9GHm9egec2XVWMuu1Gl7f6Y3fe6ebQ8NFCOnGRqqrXIxaN0NLH3dz21FQDxRfrA5XKpLBrsIBhD8Z1z_vin99tF10V9GWKxjwTyJBt8/s1600/P1020132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsFFm4O4bzloNWoWPys4Ti8BVkPnikGy8oBBDz9GHm9egec2XVWMuu1Gl7f6Y3fe6ebQ8NFCOnGRqqrXIxaN0NLH3dz21FQDxRfrA5XKpLBrsIBhD8Z1z_vin99tF10V9GWKxjwTyJBt8/s400/P1020132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670221563031085266" /></a><br />I made some necklaces and earrings out of gift cards.<br />I cut them up, punched some holes and attached some jump rings and chain.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-77275544100151393512011-04-10T23:10:00.000-07:002011-04-10T23:23:27.117-07:00Pillowcase TotesI love vintage pillowcases.<br />I am a sucker for the fabrics, the patterns, the colors, they really strike my fancy.<br />And they are cheap!<br />Sadly, you can only have so many pillows and I have gone over the limit.<br /><br />These are simple totes that I have made out of vintage pillowcases.<br />I embroidered a simple picture, then sewed them so they have two compartments.<br />I cut two small slits and pulled a cord through them for an easy cinch and handle closure.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnOqDV2zrDPOaq1Scy-CFgqcX41Or-aEBEYzcximg454ah20sQ7u0kv2UAX5-aEnxunAFiGAeJ5-qxoYF6EAI-S4s9GZ8Lt1xj_l8uKR7CP9F1ei-xR2GXW_sEop827b465QiuIW1riY/s1600/Jan2311+082.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnOqDV2zrDPOaq1Scy-CFgqcX41Or-aEBEYzcximg454ah20sQ7u0kv2UAX5-aEnxunAFiGAeJ5-qxoYF6EAI-S4s9GZ8Lt1xj_l8uKR7CP9F1ei-xR2GXW_sEop827b465QiuIW1riY/s400/Jan2311+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594207288939026034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3HvpdUWPjtyAOb0xDZjv-Bx-lry6EjMGXpaKHeBOnBvbNnkVItkxW15Nen19Xj2c2KZdE6vhMK0HgEy7ARQDDn-sspubqB6NXAwAse9YafX8eGNtud1ZHB8Z77YrbESm0gUs3FRKUSg/s1600/Jan2311+087.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3HvpdUWPjtyAOb0xDZjv-Bx-lry6EjMGXpaKHeBOnBvbNnkVItkxW15Nen19Xj2c2KZdE6vhMK0HgEy7ARQDDn-sspubqB6NXAwAse9YafX8eGNtud1ZHB8Z77YrbESm0gUs3FRKUSg/s400/Jan2311+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594207294349057634" border="0" /></a><br />Now if only I could figure out how to display these guys.....A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-14341011161681293632011-04-03T10:50:00.001-07:002011-04-03T11:13:08.296-07:00Neil and Tom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcD18tzk3MLMVJDRnRR6KO5cH0Ek60NIa7A_-tZr7YOBdmNe9Z_Hyj-tGHJNwvCRp9o94w_AC-CFkkD5QJKVidynvDOw3vELEWg75_pw1J6_OxaSSZQHUnrd4pNCX-0IQxChXCow9nak/s1600/love.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcD18tzk3MLMVJDRnRR6KO5cH0Ek60NIa7A_-tZr7YOBdmNe9Z_Hyj-tGHJNwvCRp9o94w_AC-CFkkD5QJKVidynvDOw3vELEWg75_pw1J6_OxaSSZQHUnrd4pNCX-0IQxChXCow9nak/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591421908830024642" border="0" /></a><br />If I could have a drink with any two men, dead or alive, it would be these two.<br /><br />Neil Young broke my heart when I was young. His songs made me sad in what felt like such a grown up way. When I was about eight, I remember staring out the car window listening to him sing about needles and some how I knew exactly what he was talking about. I clenched my eyes tight, keeping the tears damned, wishing I would never have to experience that first hand.<br /><br />Heart of Gold will always be on my top 10 favorite songs and I will always be a sucker for a man who plays guitar and harmonica.<br /><br />Tom Waits appealed to the older me, with his too much whiskey and cigarettes growl. He seemed to be speaking about the exact things and people around me. Not belittling them, but not glorifying them either. He just told it how he saw it, how I saw it.<br /><br />There is something about the way he tells stories that turns my heart inside out. I would probably kill a man if it meant I would get Tom to sit around a campfire with me.<br /><a href="http://www.tomwaits.com/news/article/134/Tom_Waits_Inducted_Into_Rock_n_Roll_Hall_Of_Fame_By_Neil_Young_At_The_Historic_Waldorf_Astoria/"><br />Tomwaits.com</a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-12136272905868921022011-03-13T16:10:00.000-07:002011-03-13T16:14:36.632-07:00Bike Parts ChandelierSome one should make me one of these.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_FqU8fjwknaavPeoSJIbV7r50b4BJIqzVVNqh9SfkV-z28m4KbbT_vIzH4q0cDX_sqQQcuLz85okLsWc6Qy4PjCZmmATWqKrr4yajPwAX2KjQrhET4X2uyuNw79qV5DbxHjL9-Eo0ro/s1600/bike.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_FqU8fjwknaavPeoSJIbV7r50b4BJIqzVVNqh9SfkV-z28m4KbbT_vIzH4q0cDX_sqQQcuLz85okLsWc6Qy4PjCZmmATWqKrr4yajPwAX2KjQrhET4X2uyuNw79qV5DbxHjL9-Eo0ro/s400/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583706703883725218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Want. Real bad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From <a href="http://honestlywtf.com/art/cycle-cycled">HonestlyWTF</a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-87989750511259089032011-01-23T20:04:00.000-08:002011-01-23T20:13:21.236-08:00K-ill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QPvnwSrJQFi3VDPg7KkC-kVIFK5QYo7dVgqNZa6gxSQsvRlkwgJOAfJpRrxCw5DxDWyJl63KstdNlNVzGGvgrz7QQ9Kbu2JjmzOLXMXud3BRDKsejOVxSc1l5aNuMdXJEvPCLu0rqPA/s1600/Jan2311+002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QPvnwSrJQFi3VDPg7KkC-kVIFK5QYo7dVgqNZa6gxSQsvRlkwgJOAfJpRrxCw5DxDWyJl63KstdNlNVzGGvgrz7QQ9Kbu2JjmzOLXMXud3BRDKsejOVxSc1l5aNuMdXJEvPCLu0rqPA/s400/Jan2311+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565600164468287074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaEbhoMI0kJp_i6I_KzjAI4kTHOrabR8LtrMlNpG1wTC4-Hfp_d1bKtRT_CbYfec3ZFOUDqSMRzhdBN0_psDQmSGZBBM4x5ZzJPZmpytetQ_SdtJs8I17FO2zAPGSSUFou3qHJHziMyY/s1600/Jan2311+001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaEbhoMI0kJp_i6I_KzjAI4kTHOrabR8LtrMlNpG1wTC4-Hfp_d1bKtRT_CbYfec3ZFOUDqSMRzhdBN0_psDQmSGZBBM4x5ZzJPZmpytetQ_SdtJs8I17FO2zAPGSSUFou3qHJHziMyY/s400/Jan2311+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565600159800096258" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Kyle (Kill) had a birthday.<br />I made him a simple robot embroidery as a present.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-69024895269002721322011-01-05T00:54:00.000-08:002011-01-05T00:59:04.238-08:00I swear I am not being unproductive.I have had little to no activity on here.<br />I promise I have been being productive.<br />I have created quite a few things in the last few months, I just haven't known where to start on posting them.<br /><br />I will start by showing off the new man in my life.<br /><br />Mister Kilgore Trout.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISKGkRJb8mZg8hmEIsTHPt1CuZqcLJpgrYjd67GJ1PWO-4WyoBH0AUqFtLJrvUuz5LUrdwXsXw6aK5dU-UmqF9EOVkFPI-jAOjTDub_s2-ByLQhNcMb19BcLauoLbu2t_gVrDFdd0AFw/s1600/kilgore.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISKGkRJb8mZg8hmEIsTHPt1CuZqcLJpgrYjd67GJ1PWO-4WyoBH0AUqFtLJrvUuz5LUrdwXsXw6aK5dU-UmqF9EOVkFPI-jAOjTDub_s2-ByLQhNcMb19BcLauoLbu2t_gVrDFdd0AFw/s400/kilgore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558623692383517058" border="0" /></a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-4899268386809070072010-11-03T21:09:00.001-07:002010-11-03T21:13:29.326-07:00Again.I understand why people drown their feeling with things that numb them.<br />Ignore how they feel by filling voids with distraction.<br />That would be so easy, but I would still be left with these emotions when I wake<br />up in the morning.<br />Learning to deal with things never seems to get easier. You think it will be easier<br />the next time. It couldn't possibly be this hard again.<br />Yet it is. Maybe even tougher.<br />I am sending the letter, I hope it makes me feel better.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-16842674118804070402010-09-12T20:19:00.000-07:002010-09-16T17:07:13.182-07:00To pee or not to pee!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQ83oUnQtr0puwDKpT01HCbozUQd5KzffwiyPANrS2doOkYmOOhOU5ANX9j_J0td-B8eh3b0ZuYcl7aHrAGbuIIJyd4sfS1XAAuy053BhjVicjZ9UAy8dHbHpt4g2kbSPRAEFhFJji7o/s1600/gottago.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQ83oUnQtr0puwDKpT01HCbozUQd5KzffwiyPANrS2doOkYmOOhOU5ANX9j_J0td-B8eh3b0ZuYcl7aHrAGbuIIJyd4sfS1XAAuy053BhjVicjZ9UAy8dHbHpt4g2kbSPRAEFhFJji7o/s320/gottago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516237928597060242" border="0" /></a><br /> As someone who has a bladder about the size of an acorn, going to the movies can be quite the hassle. With all their action and suspense, movies stress me out as it is, so when I have to pee....I really have to pee. I also really hate missing anything, so if I am left to figure out when to go scurrying down the aisles and into the bathroom I make it with mere seconds to spare.<br /><br /> This is where <a href="http://runpee.com/">this website</a> becomes my best friend!<br /><br /> They tell you exactly when is the best time to go! They also give you more than one option just in case you miss the first. They break it down to the minute when you can go, how long you have and clue you in with the line that is spoken right before.<br /><br />A friend to going pee is a friend to me!A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-75494980809514636022010-09-06T23:17:00.000-07:002010-09-12T21:15:35.135-07:00One page mini zines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL3iPO1DbtIqRwBho5uvATmj6hvApBf2p8YeZWKHEree0u4lSjH6DckCmiY2Ve0GC4SyYBS0mhpXTSJp-z7zwgt814ImL10h-NZ8_tS0Ag6VloK_Di6WCtbyu_SgtijcSBfTg9mZ2PHE/s1600/mini.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSL3iPO1DbtIqRwBho5uvATmj6hvApBf2p8YeZWKHEree0u4lSjH6DckCmiY2Ve0GC4SyYBS0mhpXTSJp-z7zwgt814ImL10h-NZ8_tS0Ag6VloK_Di6WCtbyu_SgtijcSBfTg9mZ2PHE/s320/mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516246887208579074" border="0" /></a><br />We made 3 mini-zines to take with us to the Portland Zine Symposium.<br />With just a few folds and a single snip, one piece of paper become a wonderful, teeny, tiny 8 page zine.<br />It is perfect for a quick creative fix.<br /><br />I think it would make really awesome invitations or letter to one of your pen pals.<br /><br />I may put together a tutorial later....A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-69116937556651573112010-09-06T23:11:00.001-07:002010-09-09T21:01:55.573-07:00From Your Lips to My Ears. First Kiss Edition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-KCRP-tUYMcbAuj2-FIq9esfeFQac91XQCx188XKM-SZp2-MNxHCiTBLN6wYS1ycurRpTd9OfpBsmzRFT7zVLazLqqalkMQY8LXgmBlL-Rp83bMAQZtGgXyPIJdtNwBfeBueaC9nlwQ/s1600/firstkiss.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-KCRP-tUYMcbAuj2-FIq9esfeFQac91XQCx188XKM-SZp2-MNxHCiTBLN6wYS1ycurRpTd9OfpBsmzRFT7zVLazLqqalkMQY8LXgmBlL-Rp83bMAQZtGgXyPIJdtNwBfeBueaC9nlwQ/s320/firstkiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515130070164678882" border="0" /></a><br />I thought it would be a great idea to take a notebook to the bars and have people I knew, along with people I didn't know, write about their first adult kisses.<br />This is wonderful to read the next morning and always full of surprises.<br /><br />Compiling them into a zine was definitely not the fun part, in fact it was almost the death of me.<br />I typed up the stories to make them more legible, but I left in all the misspellings and mistakes so that I would not take away any of the personality. It is such a personal experience after all. I made a photocopy on one side to give an example of the persons handwriting to bring that much more of the writers into it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLi5D3v90DOxvL3nfPAbLstuBwZoudbuInuTZv-msPP172ypKJEPwidojDE1r37pJrdjRYjOJ9vGtgsisC6TBetkIyEdyNO0KC_TbqasKSk00rGbV-Am__POzgl-bj-AYcmTMpaFgNAA/s1600/firstkiss2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLi5D3v90DOxvL3nfPAbLstuBwZoudbuInuTZv-msPP172ypKJEPwidojDE1r37pJrdjRYjOJ9vGtgsisC6TBetkIyEdyNO0KC_TbqasKSk00rGbV-Am__POzgl-bj-AYcmTMpaFgNAA/s320/firstkiss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515130075763475682" border="0" /></a><br />This puppy ended up being quite hefty, but worth every page.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-21022624248709897672010-09-06T23:05:00.000-07:002010-09-09T00:29:14.365-07:00The Chappy Mini Make-over<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFwCrBZONbPU67y6bCZZAomWZMJ1dwVGQJZJ-4plvGEWq65M1IUb4UAzt4MvaQlk3mEJd2MhLoxcslgosZKTxiTO0LiaQ3XIloA6aavIzfV8Hb_Xc1YmTlCEDyaO32miFBise1FvKb3c/s1600/chappy.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFwCrBZONbPU67y6bCZZAomWZMJ1dwVGQJZJ-4plvGEWq65M1IUb4UAzt4MvaQlk3mEJd2MhLoxcslgosZKTxiTO0LiaQ3XIloA6aavIzfV8Hb_Xc1YmTlCEDyaO32miFBise1FvKb3c/s320/chappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812333299267906" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I reupholstered the seat on my Yamaha Chappy.<br /><br />Underneath the seat is just a bunch of teeth that you bend over the fabric to keep it in place, so all I needed was a flathead screwdriver and a hammer.<br /><br />I used this sweet black and gray faux snakeskin. I chose this fabric mostly because it wont get ruined if it gets a little rain on it.<br />I even have some left over for a mini-skirt....hehe...not really.<br /><br />It sure is a cutie. Slow, but a cutie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hrt6bjYMCxeYhzEh4RM6TCcJ_jH5WzlWoAQmDDSqlwkZNxulWGGsbQ6cWuCLtftyKdUOT4ZzUhDW9enDqNyWCoMJZztvAL1uDnUhLAAQwhhXXGt-dkIQO5T57iyborjKcKI7YlBf5VE/s1600/chappy2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hrt6bjYMCxeYhzEh4RM6TCcJ_jH5WzlWoAQmDDSqlwkZNxulWGGsbQ6cWuCLtftyKdUOT4ZzUhDW9enDqNyWCoMJZztvAL1uDnUhLAAQwhhXXGt-dkIQO5T57iyborjKcKI7YlBf5VE/s320/chappy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514812272032332578" border="0" /></a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-25333738496763259162010-09-06T22:52:00.000-07:002010-09-12T20:48:01.368-07:00Super Simple Cowl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYnkzvfEaVgBs7onOeS8wz_K_uq5bB_c05JWrfPB1sBV0IchaCBcX3I5polKlJUJb4SV0bPDn4_IyiextoBl1bm1MI41K8GIknzSjhlYy_vBlI0-ovQx7CS_3IwXnSt29pK2FRZqr8xI/s1600/cowl.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYnkzvfEaVgBs7onOeS8wz_K_uq5bB_c05JWrfPB1sBV0IchaCBcX3I5polKlJUJb4SV0bPDn4_IyiextoBl1bm1MI41K8GIknzSjhlYy_vBlI0-ovQx7CS_3IwXnSt29pK2FRZqr8xI/s320/cowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514809109401115698" border="0" /></a>I finished another cowl a while ago. It is really simple, nothing except knitting and purling on circular needles.<br /><br />I made it for myself because I never keep anything I make and I really loved the colors. But, by the time I was done with it, I was so sick of looking at it.<br /><br />It also didn't help that it was a little useless in the middle of summer.....but now summer is over<br />and fall is on its way in, so we will see how I feel about it in a few months.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-58953826802240305392010-08-15T02:11:00.000-07:002010-08-23T02:25:26.414-07:00TryingPast things still cause issues in my life. No matter how far I personally distance myself, it obviously isn't enough. There doesn't seem to be a balance in the things that I love and the things that I hate. They like to associate themselves. They are connected, they are best friends. I can not surround myself with one and expect to never have to deal with the other.<br />I still care too much. I am still to scared.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-92125202245563210192010-06-21T21:22:00.000-07:002010-06-21T21:39:52.265-07:00You said yes.I love looking through craigslist or ebay at the engagement/wedding rings for sale.<br />Not because I am a hopeless romantic and I am shopping for a ring of my own but<br />because I like the little reasons that the seller often adds for selling.<br /><br />some examples:<br />-I'm very sad it has to go, but were on hold indefinitely so theres no point in hanging on to it.<br />-Never proposed to her --- held onto the ring.<br />-( the wedding is off in case your wondering)<br />-was from previous marriage dont need anymore want to get rid of.<br />-There is no bad story to go with this ring and the ring has NEVER been used or worn. I just had extra money awhile back and decided to spend it on something that could possibly be useful in the future rather then blow it. Well, now I have to move and need some cash for my deposit...so i've decided to sell the ring.<br />-This ring was purchased but never presented<br />-only worn for a couple of weeks. Its too much for my taste...<br />-Was given to me as a gift but never fit my finger.<br />-I Bought this princess cut engagement ring for $4000 and never proposed with it. I need the $ and the ring is useless to me now.<br /><br />Sure, there are your fair share of rings sold by bitter women, but I am always surprised at how many men are selling rings that they purchased and then never proposed.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-36833501792128420752010-06-21T00:39:00.000-07:002010-06-21T14:37:21.759-07:006/20I was once a mans baby girl,<br />his pride and joy, I think.<br />I have the photo to prove it.<br />He has me in his arms, stretched out,<br />held high, like a trophy.<br />A smile across his face that I don't really<br />know, don't really recognize.<br />He looks so happy.<br />I want so badly to see that man,<br />the one in the photo.<br />All that is left would be an empty shell<br />if it wasn't filled with a hermit.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-60480008321138186522010-06-16T12:48:00.000-07:002010-06-16T13:03:19.043-07:00Chap Chap Chappy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjES7szLGv1K1r7u0WWouUytvwlB_f8pHHhJSWR1C2Hu85-cXwR9hflLaB-_pdKMRrIbKg2Pwoui8u3GhSbu80K10OMF_eaCpGy1mSY1AUJ0PSaZJr30LNbhZhdVLiLVPwwf5-TbP_zzjc/s1600/May4cont+012.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjES7szLGv1K1r7u0WWouUytvwlB_f8pHHhJSWR1C2Hu85-cXwR9hflLaB-_pdKMRrIbKg2Pwoui8u3GhSbu80K10OMF_eaCpGy1mSY1AUJ0PSaZJr30LNbhZhdVLiLVPwwf5-TbP_zzjc/s400/May4cont+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483464244876001874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0D3UXV1F5Tow8BgKjCA_OhE2JzIvIHc385VlEDOmbTKuHPERZAa5AmunZ9ch5tdbktQYwlyfIYZPtnFuwtqsLbVcFPZKVvJ7veujtK1F9g7dGrmKa5_zK1razgH_1wEES5uQOcqxJaR4/s1600/May4cont+009.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0D3UXV1F5Tow8BgKjCA_OhE2JzIvIHc385VlEDOmbTKuHPERZAa5AmunZ9ch5tdbktQYwlyfIYZPtnFuwtqsLbVcFPZKVvJ7veujtK1F9g7dGrmKa5_zK1razgH_1wEES5uQOcqxJaR4/s400/May4cont+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483464234662536914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was told it is a 1974 Yamaha Chappy.<br />I will have to do a little more research with the VIN.<br />It has pedals, which is awesome.<br />It needs some work though.<br />I am on the look out for the perfect fabric for the seat.<br />And my first priority really should be brakes.....A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-37844914939590409982010-06-01T19:37:00.001-07:002010-06-01T19:47:10.333-07:00WeightIt is amazing what letting something off your chest that you have been holding on to for years does to you. Explaining yourself for your behavior after taking years to figure out why you acted or reacted the way you did. Sometimes you don't even realize how much you were holding in until you get started. Letting it out also made me realize things I didn't think of before. I still feel silly, but that's okay, that is what happens. Live, learn, grow.<br />Now I don't feel so awkward, which in turn will hopefully make everything else feel less awkward.<br />I am sorry for surprising you with heavy words. Thank you for listening, especially when I didn't even realize I needed to talk.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-54739477868813721302010-06-01T18:31:00.000-07:002010-08-23T02:26:21.542-07:00Record cover post cardsI got a few records at the thrift store and my dumb ass didn't check to make sure they weren't warped.<br />What do you know? They were.<br />Annoyed I left them on the porch, which just caused them to warp more and now I can't really use them for anything, so I threw them out.<br /><br />I kept the covers, measured out postcard sizes and cut those babies up.<br />On the back I just drew out the lines for the address.<br />Stationary isn't cheap and now I don't feel like I wasted those few bucks.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-18609645095658150962010-05-25T20:41:00.000-07:002010-05-25T20:53:23.773-07:00Ride a BikeI did 3 cross stitches for the bike art show this year. I forgot to take pictures of the finale product.<br />I made the patterns with a graph paper template and paint. I know it isn't the most professional way to go about it, but hey, it worked.<br /><br />Here they are.<br />The colors I used were different, they are simple and turned out pretty well. I am sure I will be using them again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2pd3fC-FRrFJLoLdJqEWjzTxgCNCom3DChH0rpUUPZTCyshg6j5BWAnFW3lu_erO9BmwbO5NSbFTw5Io7e41Ft5D_E9u4B9LG4AFmeMz-7Hh7ZemWiVFDEg1g3ZEM8efWVEFxQImOcY/s1600/bikegraphgirl.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2pd3fC-FRrFJLoLdJqEWjzTxgCNCom3DChH0rpUUPZTCyshg6j5BWAnFW3lu_erO9BmwbO5NSbFTw5Io7e41Ft5D_E9u4B9LG4AFmeMz-7Hh7ZemWiVFDEg1g3ZEM8efWVEFxQImOcY/s400/bikegraphgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475420267960306210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_X-ziiwnJHkWAK1-kPz42xuIARws9uu36qWkJTIFsqOokDrAUEPTw6Kymb5eEbmPUCc2yVjT0tw17IinThnkswImmz60kHGWfnhD2clejG2-_2fvBCzNKkuqky7oPyAK-ox7LXeTy_A/s1600/bikegraphfixie.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_X-ziiwnJHkWAK1-kPz42xuIARws9uu36qWkJTIFsqOokDrAUEPTw6Kymb5eEbmPUCc2yVjT0tw17IinThnkswImmz60kHGWfnhD2clejG2-_2fvBCzNKkuqky7oPyAK-ox7LXeTy_A/s400/bikegraphfixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475420265956912578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnlFL3V4wIsekpWVyIyAZXkFWrUhLxCQ5Hy0orMtCSLf6b6iz5Nvl-nda0j1XrriR1ZnQIzS0PwsdIw4EsCU6m7Yrz0CPipYQuRIM4FbBINn2tOPi4e2_BMzzC0OOq02r2ssA1VjemGI/s1600/bikegraphcolor.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnlFL3V4wIsekpWVyIyAZXkFWrUhLxCQ5Hy0orMtCSLf6b6iz5Nvl-nda0j1XrriR1ZnQIzS0PwsdIw4EsCU6m7Yrz0CPipYQuRIM4FbBINn2tOPi4e2_BMzzC0OOq02r2ssA1VjemGI/s400/bikegraphcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475420261509771666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlo-wD8VZ0kau6wu6AwAEaBRT68EMN4Ek-wTFReu-kEVXWVOqVB5a4Ll5o63va5e8pSA03vqGF5mCw4fC1lOV0WTOWu5KVQrn83NQstwdXRWzmPY9uz_u8jHEsNHCsiN4tmGkIdZ9N8g/s1600/bikegraph.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlo-wD8VZ0kau6wu6AwAEaBRT68EMN4Ek-wTFReu-kEVXWVOqVB5a4Ll5o63va5e8pSA03vqGF5mCw4fC1lOV0WTOWu5KVQrn83NQstwdXRWzmPY9uz_u8jHEsNHCsiN4tmGkIdZ9N8g/s400/bikegraph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475420252494803122" border="0" /></a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-61447546547760584802010-05-19T12:23:00.000-07:002010-05-19T12:43:15.784-07:00Bitter stateI guess 25 is the year that a lot of people seem to make a change. My outlook on life and people has changed. I don't want to say that I am bitter, but I may be. I care far too much about people who do not care for themselves. I care about the potential and talent they waste. The youth and livelihood. I care that they are spending their whole lives, thus far, in a haze, in a black out, that they won't even remember. They have made false connections with people they, in reality, don't even know. Their best friends are really strangers because all they have become are the drugs and booze. They've shoved thousands of dollars up there noses and into their veins. They shake when they haven't had their beer for breakfast. They can't remember the last time their brain was not altered by some substance or another. They've all become so desensitized that nothing is a big deal anymore. It's funny when someone accidentally buys crack instead of coke, and smokes it so they don't waste their money. Their friend drunkenly falls off a building and is at the bar the next night...he just knows how to party. It's all normal.<br /><br />I've never been a huge party animal...but I have been around a whole lot of them.<br />It didn't really bother me before. This year I have finally noticed that a good many of them aren't partying to have fun, they are partying to party. The fun is lost. It's gone from bittersweet to a bitter state. It is almost enough for me to stop everything all together. I know that won't change anything. I know that would just make me hate it more, I'd go past bitter and just dry up...and they will all still just be drowning.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-82711425621871719822010-04-07T21:52:00.000-07:002010-04-08T21:19:00.052-07:009th Circuit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy2A3csz4rhUKkNd2VcVAw1Jx7Ci6cCoTAvQDJPmlLvElq8Fu0oCMCZh_12p4vh1WrgX95GzRP7EqCKz7is_AY1rcmLcPmM5fd0V8KEBZqsdp4ATb-cXuAWXD_ei7LO-JRGQKsVxh6Us/s1600/Feb23Mar7+029.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy2A3csz4rhUKkNd2VcVAw1Jx7Ci6cCoTAvQDJPmlLvElq8Fu0oCMCZh_12p4vh1WrgX95GzRP7EqCKz7is_AY1rcmLcPmM5fd0V8KEBZqsdp4ATb-cXuAWXD_ei7LO-JRGQKsVxh6Us/s400/Feb23Mar7+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457984189281415634" border="0" /></a><br />All winter I rehearsed for a play. I hadn't acted since middle school, if you can even call that acting. I was looking to get into theater as another means of flexing my creative muscle and in hopes that it would help with stage fright.<br />Opening night, I almost puked up butterflies after being an idiot and peeking at the full house. Luckily, it was nothing a shot of whiskey and an encouraging word couldn't cure.<br />It was a lot of work, very exhausting and quite the challenge but well worth it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQHX-1PC-Zv4giU0Cu-U1D_ntqwiSNBPVyiVGACcjV8GHmKeVyqNlSGu-cvIuNqb2oGOe8mPhgto7ZlhC5K_Yk0Hq3RQ_RfSWn2znZkLyouEyJKV1gLj7GigR7IQogOkhBjEQyeY5L4o/s1600/Feb23Mar7+092.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQHX-1PC-Zv4giU0Cu-U1D_ntqwiSNBPVyiVGACcjV8GHmKeVyqNlSGu-cvIuNqb2oGOe8mPhgto7ZlhC5K_Yk0Hq3RQ_RfSWn2znZkLyouEyJKV1gLj7GigR7IQogOkhBjEQyeY5L4o/s400/Feb23Mar7+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457977889264322322" border="0" /></a><br />The other day, I had my first band practice since the play. Normally, even with these people who I know well and love, I feel nervous, like I am being judged. This time, I didn't. I was completely comfortable. I understood the words I was singing. I got it. I was no longer unsure of myself and my abilities or myself as an entertainer. For the first time I felt like it was exactly what I was supposed to be doing, exactly where I belonged.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><br /><br />That being said, doing stuff that is outside of your comfort zone really does a body, mind and soul good. It not only reminds you what you love and what you are good at, it reminds you why you did and<br />continue to do them.<br /></div>I highly recommend it.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-11205029609610387212010-03-09T20:04:00.000-08:002010-03-10T19:46:37.281-08:00I am 25 now.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJ2EsBufRKJR2eqq8J5Ls-d5lubcQ9MGFqU243t1ywMiUBuUs-gJABcyip-3u8hDPiI0g_zZDQAi_eLlxOLEOWZTVkQX2ACaCkg2CzCTrKUFJGj3exsbxUjOeZhDZoMHoyhme3PObl2M/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJ2EsBufRKJR2eqq8J5Ls-d5lubcQ9MGFqU243t1ywMiUBuUs-gJABcyip-3u8hDPiI0g_zZDQAi_eLlxOLEOWZTVkQX2ACaCkg2CzCTrKUFJGj3exsbxUjOeZhDZoMHoyhme3PObl2M/s320/Feb23Mar7+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447108553503063138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I had a small get together at my house for my 25 birthday. Cupcakes and burritos, two things that make me very happy. Many people I care about showed up.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJ2EsBufRKJR2eqq8J5Ls-d5lubcQ9MGFqU243t1ywMiUBuUs-gJABcyip-3u8hDPiI0g_zZDQAi_eLlxOLEOWZTVkQX2ACaCkg2CzCTrKUFJGj3exsbxUjOeZhDZoMHoyhme3PObl2M/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+007.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a><br />Each person lit their own candle and stood in line for me to blow it out.<br />Many of them saying nice things or making wishes for me beforehand.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3kg_n3MUTCVgPef_NvYEcowS-P1kTE8SYNKJt2sBcBtDBF97B8SGZaSlRofyWatJhIFdL-qbtSat5UUtom4ytXaSZr6rpzafD7u79EOoga_JrWflymGjVfsEjQ9lbdP6BPuWsnbxrsY/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3kg_n3MUTCVgPef_NvYEcowS-P1kTE8SYNKJt2sBcBtDBF97B8SGZaSlRofyWatJhIFdL-qbtSat5UUtom4ytXaSZr6rpzafD7u79EOoga_JrWflymGjVfsEjQ9lbdP6BPuWsnbxrsY/s320/Feb23Mar7+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447108574694902466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnf6t1nEzDpf3oQ8UuOzHQDaxT3JD88nb-fOvGDEYkC8i8JRuw7FUHtfNaX9K5bnzBh58Z1y4BjVE9sCsUTOPgGXdnVrCPLkfoqyhMkn52kVcE32JTttALGCW9oO2HqXuyTQPKDbpkD0/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixnf6t1nEzDpf3oQ8UuOzHQDaxT3JD88nb-fOvGDEYkC8i8JRuw7FUHtfNaX9K5bnzBh58Z1y4BjVE9sCsUTOPgGXdnVrCPLkfoqyhMkn52kVcE32JTttALGCW9oO2HqXuyTQPKDbpkD0/s320/Feb23Mar7+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447108560012086578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> A few of my presents included:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A whole outfit<br />A bottle of wine<br />A record<br />A pair of maracas<br />A sweet pair of Adidas<br />and A boyfriend.<br />Ha.<br /><3<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVqtWUuILxTcUx2jEjME3UJ-D4cl3cC1YAfYbwfFrAvGjcNz9H56FWo0JPVb8pcqhHa32_YUGF8IxxCyQBwu2nSuKg3QXjeIFfmju8egstPqjNsIThP69pyViLbjqr0mgipbR8jzJy60/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVqtWUuILxTcUx2jEjME3UJ-D4cl3cC1YAfYbwfFrAvGjcNz9H56FWo0JPVb8pcqhHa32_YUGF8IxxCyQBwu2nSuKg3QXjeIFfmju8egstPqjNsIThP69pyViLbjqr0mgipbR8jzJy60/s320/Feb23Mar7+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447108583012167058" border="0" /></a>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-46123312460278622010-03-09T19:46:00.000-08:002010-03-09T19:53:59.069-08:00Megan is soooo Cowl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IMc0A1ql_aztMb-3lyUJciWudWjfucERV_RZEY1iFUJvisHhDZijbJcsFKgfnNkuMX0ZbmRYbqEi8QvvJsLyJiMzCc8q4RvikBgLVAKPJjVmUfOcazh57p70mwViyPA3v7gIjCdEBJ8/s1600-h/Feb23Mar7+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IMc0A1ql_aztMb-3lyUJciWudWjfucERV_RZEY1iFUJvisHhDZijbJcsFKgfnNkuMX0ZbmRYbqEi8QvvJsLyJiMzCc8q4RvikBgLVAKPJjVmUfOcazh57p70mwViyPA3v7gIjCdEBJ8/s400/Feb23Mar7+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446848405420671746" border="0" /></a>Megan Kay is one of my very beautiful and very talented friends.<br />Her birthday was right around the same time as mine.<br />Being that a huge part of our recent bonding has been at karaoke every Thursday night, we had a karaoke themed party at Cal Neva.<br />We brought cake and had raided the dollar store for prizes for anyone who got on stage and sang a song.<br />I gave her some thrifted gloves.<br />I also knit her a simple cowl out of Malabrigo Worsted in Hummingbird.<br />The yarn comes in such beautiful colors and knits up so soft and nice.<br />I almost had a hard time parting with it.<br />I guess this is the best picture I have.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-73408322496166690952010-01-31T18:50:00.000-08:002010-01-31T19:05:54.056-08:00You gnome what I'm sayin'?<div style="text-align: center;">I completely forgot to post photos of my Halloween Costume this year.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty last minute I decided to be a Garden Gnome. I think it was my favorite costume ever.<br /></div><br />I thrifted, made and had everything I needed.<br /><br />Hat- Crocheted in the round out of stash yarn from inherited from my Great Grandma.<br />Beard- Crocheted base and filled in with fringe, also from inherited stash. I used buttons to connect the beard and hat.<br />Vest- Thrifted for $2<br />Animal Suspenders- Thrifted for $2<br />White long sleeve shirt-Thrifted for $3<br />Green Shorts- Thrifted for $1<br />Tights- Owned<br />Boots- Owned<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSKOC3OArXITRcjKxohDy6sUhgUtujsg068AumPl86HJsshT7eFnGZV0Wjt6mJWLZisgXJBRotQUrjNXTB1D-0tmtwBJ9nD-f09PpcNSu3BA6gm9Qoru-FzXMTwoqQJTiH_JpnRnGFpY/s1600-h/gnome3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSKOC3OArXITRcjKxohDy6sUhgUtujsg068AumPl86HJsshT7eFnGZV0Wjt6mJWLZisgXJBRotQUrjNXTB1D-0tmtwBJ9nD-f09PpcNSu3BA6gm9Qoru-FzXMTwoqQJTiH_JpnRnGFpY/s400/gnome3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433104374333282706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIxN37JawJdppSfJeyVRxgO2L3tOxjmun8lr8wiknJMGsVHzQiZfTN_UbNNFng667z5tweb0db58yRz-1CAQHIRc0wZ1Cc-9J8pqgXQSIpK3MFnVoy5uwbMKPu7bNfIFcxf34tF7Y-ic/s1600-h/gnome2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIxN37JawJdppSfJeyVRxgO2L3tOxjmun8lr8wiknJMGsVHzQiZfTN_UbNNFng667z5tweb0db58yRz-1CAQHIRc0wZ1Cc-9J8pqgXQSIpK3MFnVoy5uwbMKPu7bNfIFcxf34tF7Y-ic/s400/gnome2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433104370822030706" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9f3Sw-o-_W9QaQaxjwnVDNk20JFinfNvA_c5fGHMNJ4Q8jAl5lZgfdKPlo-5o0fcv-WTaZsCU6YPz2gnAt8psuTc4czAsIF_fOdLxC33OZzQnlmhiqaP8GOmvxL6qmPRQtN75T0Vb14/s1600-h/gnome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9f3Sw-o-_W9QaQaxjwnVDNk20JFinfNvA_c5fGHMNJ4Q8jAl5lZgfdKPlo-5o0fcv-WTaZsCU6YPz2gnAt8psuTc4czAsIF_fOdLxC33OZzQnlmhiqaP8GOmvxL6qmPRQtN75T0Vb14/s400/gnome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433104365251266098" border="0" /></a>I also found that the hat and beard has many uses....including elf costumes for Christmas caroling.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAeNK137JmKJNPIOQVzFmxtJVmn2XTZpSHVisMsye973DjmAsMtmnTcQjElWHlNdPd3NgpilsgrVZNfXonX3nou__q1nnzivU45g8r2fOLtwDaZE_HDuiPvBovF7-fUtdR9uE0h8iozw/s1600-h/elf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAeNK137JmKJNPIOQVzFmxtJVmn2XTZpSHVisMsye973DjmAsMtmnTcQjElWHlNdPd3NgpilsgrVZNfXonX3nou__q1nnzivU45g8r2fOLtwDaZE_HDuiPvBovF7-fUtdR9uE0h8iozw/s400/elf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433105587077731490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024356628124755291.post-82799018823098332172010-01-02T20:29:00.001-08:002010-01-02T21:06:37.888-08:00Flight or fight. Panic! Panic!I am learning that fighting fear is hard. I know that it is there for a reason, like any other emotion.<br /><br />It is also an emotion that is not learned but innate. You are born with it. The emotion of fear is likely to happen with any sudden intense stimulation. It is a primitive, automatic response that is meant to keep us safe. Like a panic alarm to warn you to prepare to flee or fight.<br /><br />Often, you quickly realize that you are not in any danger and you no longer feel startled.<br /><br />Now, being that it stems from things unexpected, I do not understand it as well as other emotions and have a hard time dealing with it. That and like any other tough, independent person, I hate admitting when I am scared to myself, let alone anyone else.<br /><br />What is learned is what to be afraid of. You learn observing others or from your own experiences and associate certain things with those experiences.<br />Smells, tastes, places, songs, feelings.<br /><br />The only other two believed innate emotions are delight and anger.<br />I wish that the same things didn't seem to bring all three. It would be so much easier to know what to fight for and what to run away from.A Messy Perfectionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10086945359277569486noreply@blogger.com0