IT's that simple...
http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=7383632
the finest shop on all of etsy. I can't stop buying from him - AND he sends cards with purchase that tell me I smell nice. Why the hell wouldn'tt I shop there? It's not like any of you are telling me why terrific my aroma is. Phhbt.
(I would post a pic but they are his paintings so that woudl probably not be cool. But CLICK! LCIK LCIK)
(Bnadge, I am looking at you, I think you will enjoy these)
My mother has this friend, let's call her Helen (as that is her name).
Helen likes to shop.
A lot.
As a result, I have been the recipient of many a cast off from Helen when she decides she needs a new something or other, and I love her for it. Especially today.
Look what Helen cast off this time:
No, not the shelves, not even the Sewing for dummies book. It was the stereo - albeit slightly wounded when we got it but Roland is an electronics fellow, so that was no problem.
Roland has his big old kick ass system downstairs where the computer, the surround sound, TV etc are. And we have another OK one in the living room. BUt in my sewing room, I I had computer speakers that worked sometimes and winamp.
now I still have winamp (see the Cd's up there...why do I keep them around? Why? Who uses these things? RIGHT, they are going to the basement.) and an amplifier and speakers. Hee hee !
I can't believe Roland did this on purpose - his computer is one floor below me. Directly below me. And the louder I can play music, the louder I caterwaul along with it while sewing.
He has already discreetly shut me in the room. I may never leave!
[edit: OK, we now have a knock policy for entering the sewing room as Roland has nearly scared the shit out om twice now]
about any comments made about pale green. It does have its place.
Now. ANy tells anyone that I am sitting at home crafting what you see below, I will deny it, lest I lose any semblance of street cred that I ever had (and you know it was a smidgen if it was any).
