twenty.

I like the weekend because I have "me" time...where I can lay around in my pj's (original plan for today) or I can hop in the car and go browse Barnes & Noble or my favorite fabric shop, or the flea market. I don't have to make small talk, I can be completely incognito (oh, ok then. Antisocial.)

It's not that I don't like people. Really. It's more that I spend 8+ hours of the weekdays surrounded by 25 of them, and I spend most of that time talking. Sometimes I just like to...be.

But these days I've been limiting the me-trips because the economy's crunch is getting personal. Oy.

I decided to treat myself today and venture back out but limit myself to one Andrew Jackson. For the day.


Now I'm all excited thinking about ways to stuff as much into old Andy as possible. Starbucks? I think not. I'll make my own at home and take it along. That's a cool 4 Georgie-Boy's saved.
New book at BN? Maayyybeee. But I can find loads of em at the flea market for 2 bucks. (Erm, still going to BN because you never know when you might run onto handsome boy-who-reads-soulmate.)

I'll admit though, the fabric & pattern store IS a problem. Hmmm. I'll get back to you on that one.


I plan to document the day, so I'll report back later with my loot.

Wanna play along? Join me for a 20-dollar Saturday (or whatever day you like to wander out with the masses.) How much can YOU buy for 20 bucks??

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snatched.

Not much creativity going on here. It's been sucked forcefully from my brain by Mon-Thur. But I had to snag this cute graphic from LindsayT's blog anyway:


No, all that's going here is football, beautiful fall weather, and lots of sleep. I'm still trying to catch up. TGIF!!

Don't forget you have TWO MORE DAYS for the Apology Contest! View all the details in the post below, including the pretty cool prize. Shannon & I will choose our favorite Sunday evening & I'll post the winner Monday.

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shenanigans...and a contest!

I had the absolutest best conversation today with my buddy Shannon! (mind you, if you're not familiar with my BFF Shannon, she's beautiful, sews rings around normal humans, and is a kind, true friend to boot)

Anywho. We were talking about WORDS and I asked a somewhat rhetorical question: If someone apologized in an incredibly wonderful surprising way...would that make the offense lesser somehow? (For me, I'm a word girl, so yeah. Prolly.)

To illustrate, I wrote the following apology. One that I must say, I would most assuredly accept and give XOXO for:

You know this already, but I'm a huge ass. I made an idiotic mistake. I'm sorry beyond all scope of sorrydom. No man has ever lived who comes close to being as sorry as me. I'd shave my head and move to Tibet, but I hear they don't have gmail, and I laughably still hold out hope that one day I'll find the words poetic enough to do justice to an apology just for you. For now, the best I can do is profess that you are undeniably the cream in my coffee, the leaves on my trees, and if I thought for one stale moment you might answer an email from this thrashing, big dope...my fingertips would be black with smoke from the burning speed of my typing.

And I can do even BETTER. No, really! But what was most fun was that the whole process made me giggle like a goon and I'm in the mood to pass the luff around. Soo...

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, write the gaudiest, boldest, sappiest, corniest, wordiest, smooshiest apology you dare. Post it here and I (along with Shannon who I nominate as a judge even though she's at work and can't have a say so but will agree just because she luffs me too) will pick our favorite.

Fabulousest apology giver wins this, a brand new book release from Alice Butcher and Ginny Farquhar.


This is such a cute book that features lots of little projects, both hand and machine sewn. Perfect for that upcoming gift-bonanza season! I've got a copy ready to mail out to the winner, which we'll pick on Sunday evening (extended a day!)

So go! Pull out your wordy brains & sharpen your wits! I wanna hear angst, soul, ridiculousness with purpose. You guys are such great writers, if I'm not cracking myself up chances are YOU are doing it for me.

Here's a hint...if you make it personal, not an apology FROM you but an apology you wish someone would make TO you, it's a lot easier (and more cathartic to boot. Giggles are funny that way.)

Comments are open and waiting!

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angel.

Another uber cool design from Urban Threads, embroidered this rainy afternoon while I stayed home with the very sickly G-man.


The angel...

(sometimes.)
Sidenote to my children... you know I love ya if I make something that requires re-hooping. Just sayin'.

No disaster, just mush.

Could listen to this forever.

secret.

I'm coming out of the closet. I watch disaster movies while I sew. My favorites are the world-ending ones like Armageddon or Independence Day or The Core. But I'll even watch less action-packed ones like Apollo 13 (Ok, I'll admit that has more to do with my crush on Tom Hanks. And Gary Sinise.)

And can we get a big woot for Netflix!? I'm addicted to watching on my laptop, and it sure was nice today while I was sick & achy to lounge on the couch & pick out movies to amuse myself.

I didn't waste a Saturday tho...since the plan is to lounge in my pj's for the entire weekend, I decided a new pj top might be in order. I set up the embroidery machine and let it do the work while I concentrated on saving the world (you know, vicariously and all that.)


Here's a close up of the design:

It's from a fairly new embroidery company called Urban Threads that I ran across last week. This little design was calling my name (along with a few more you'll be seeing soon I'm sure.) Stitched up perfect (the outline is off intentionally.)

It's kinda hard to do anything when you can't turn your head to the right. Or to the left. Yes, the neck & ear still hurt. But I really DO feel better! Thanks for all the well wishes (and antibiotics. Thank you Lord for antibiotics.)

Disaster film of the day. (Which kinda sucked. Not in a good way either.)

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