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Fluff: A Formal Introduction

At the end of December, we adopted a cat from my friend. Her name is Lady Fluff, Fluff for short (Puff if you’re my mom), and she’s presh to death. We didn’t know we could love an animal as much as we love this curious little fluffball.

When we first got her, she spent a lot of time hiding under Norm’s legs.

She drinks out of a teacup on the coffee table. She had a water bowl, and we tried two different fountains, but she wasn’t having it. We upgraded her to a giant cup and a towel place-mat.

First trip to the vet! Very suspicious.

She likes to check out what I’m working on.

She’s into games just as much as Norm!

She got a hair cut for the summer. And then got her first bath on the same day! As you can see, she loved it.

Snooze time.

Tuckered out from destroying some paper.

I still don’t know how this happened.

What is this trickery?!

Norm got Snapchat just to send me cat snaps!

I started making videos when she tries new food. She makes the BEST faces, and I’ll share them as soon as I figure out how to get them out of my phone.

And that’s Fluff!

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Where you been for the last year?

Right before this time a year ago, I:

– Moved back to Massachusetts (moved away for me, moved back for love *insert heart eyes*)
– Started a Facebook page for my toys
– Transferred for work
– Found out the location I transferred to was closing down
– Accidentally stopped taking my medication and had a mild manic episode but everything is fine now

Within the last year I:

– Was laid off
– Was offered a job at Old Navy for BELOW minimum wage (more on that if you’re interested)
– Got a job at a shoe store (misery ensued)
– Left shoe store and started at a box store
– Started selling my bags in a shop
– Did an art show
– Went to Disney 
– Went to Portland, OR
– Got engaged!
– Got promoted to a better team at the box store so now I have nights and weekends off (wait, in retail? Yeah, dude!)
– Turned 29 (cannot wait to turn 30 next year)
– Started designing my own fabric
– Ate an oyster (not a fan)
– Tried Beef Tartare (10/10 would not eat again)

See you again in a year!

When WordPress gives you the side eye

When you try to update your “About Page” but WordPress is all like:

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And you realize that all of your saved draft posts are gone.

And all of your saved media is gone.

And you can’t access anything from your blog because everything seems to have been erased.

 

AND THEN you realize you weren’t actually logged in. Which explains most things, but doesn’t explain why you can click into things without it being like, “Hey! You need to log in to do that!”

Yep.

2015 in Review

“AH HA HA HA HA HA!”- Me, after realizing I haven’t blogged since June. Whoops! My bad.

2015 was a crazy year! I started out working for myself and running my own small business full time. It was incredible! I worked on structuring my days, balancing blog posts with sewing projects, hunting down craft fairs to apply for, and developing and introducing new products. It was a whirlwind of learning and adventure.

Then, over the summer, several very important things happened:

1) I joined the Windsor Farmers’ Market!

2) I got a part time job! Because after 6 months of business-ing it on my own, I realized that if I still wanted to eat I would need an alternate source of income. At first I was like, “Yep. This is what failure tastes like.” But then I was like, “Ooh, caught myself in time. No shame in restructuring my life to continue doing what I love!” (Which, in case you forgot, is sewing and watching Documentaries all day.)

3) I parted ways with a boy who wasn’t right for me.

All these things paved the way for some other things that happened in the Fall:

1) I signed on for the Windsor Winter Market, and participated in Windsor’s Autumn Moon Festival and the Legion’s (/Lisa’s) annual craft fair!

2) I was offered a supervisor position at work!

3) I started dating my person. And my Mom’s, “When you know, you know,” phrase now makes sense.

I sometimes forget that things don’t just magically “work” because I try for them. And that it’s ok for me to reassess people and situations in my life and scale back from them, or let go entirely. I couldn’t float myself on my business last year, but I still more than doubled profits compared to 2014. I’m in a nurturing relationship with a guy who’s equally my partner in crime and my best friend. And while I missed a couple Farmers’ Markets due to scheduling conflicts at work, I’m finding my new balance between my “outside” work responsibilities and my “inside”/working from home responsibilities.

AND my Mom ENCOURAGED me to play with my potatoes on Christmas! “Don’t you want to make some little snowmen or something?” she said.

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(photo credit: Jordan)

Happy and healthy New Year, everyone!

Bugs on Flowers

Just as the title suggests, this is a collection of ants and small bugs just getting drunk off dandelion pollen.

Enjoy!
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Lies my Dad told me.

My Mom spent my childhood scaring me with exaggerated truths that have left me weary of any and all strangers, even now. My Dad, on the other hand, made stuff up with the hopes that I would embarrass myself later in life. Just kidding, he probably had no idea that I would think dryer sheets were called dusties until I was 19 and in the dorm laundry room.

Dusties: The thing you put in the dryer with your clothes to make them smell good. They are also used to dust your house, preferably after they have come out of the dryer. If you use them BEFORE they’ve gone through the dryer then you are being wasteful.

Durdurs: The cardboard tube your toilet paper and paper towels come wrapped around. You hold it over your mouth like a little trumpet and march around saying, “Dur dur dur dur dur!”

Adults aren’t ticklish after 5 pm: We could never tickle Dad because he always got home from work too late. And we would forget on weekends, because kids have short attention spans so will 1) forget to try to tickle Dad on the weekends and 2) give up after 5 seconds of trying to tickle him. I still don’t know if he is ticklish or not.

He liked mustard in his cereal: We had these fruit bowls when we were growing up (now I have them in my cabinets) and my Dad always grabbed the one with a pear painted on the bottom. He would quickly swish his milk and cereal around and say, “You can see the mustard at the bottom! Look at that!” When we wanted to put mustard in our cereal he would say that we wouldn’t like it  because we weren’t adults yet.

Mom used to tenderize meat by stomping on it: My Mom has one of those spiky meat hammers the tenderize meat before she cooks it. It’s great and I’m convinced that it’s her specific hammer that makes her food taste so good. But Dad told us once that before we were born, Mom would lay the meat out on the floor and stomp on it. You’d have to be careful when you were eating it because you might find a foot print.

The “Queen Bean”: The hunk of bacon fat they put in cans of beans. I almost forgot this one. Until we were having beans with dinner and I said to my boyfriend, “I don’t know where the Queen Bean went. I don’t think I have it so watch out for it.” And he said, “The what?” Thanks, Dad.

Private school was literally a carnival: Dad went to a private catholic school growing up and had so many stories about the shenanigans the nuns would pull. The oldest nun would drive the Lunch Train and pick up all the kids on the way to lunch. if you missed it you would have to run after it because she wouldn’t stop for you! Fridays were Carnival Day and all the nuns would dress up like clowns and hand out cotton candy at the bottom of the slide at recess. Once, my Gram went to pick up Dad early from school and they had to distract her so she wouldn’t see how much fun the kids were having.

Did your parents mess with you when you were growing up?

The Lost Doll

I think we can all agree that porcelain dolls are terrifying. But as a child, like a lot of little girls, I was mesmerized by them and collected them. Dolls you could accumulate but were too fragile to play with? Precious.

We moved when I was 6 and stayed with my Gram for a few weeks. My collection (small at the time) had to go into storage but I got to keep one with me. She wore a christening dress and I loved her most. Somehow, she got displaced when we moved into the new house (like a lot of our toys mysteriously did…) and I thought she was gone forever. And eventually I forgot about her.

Until one night when Gram was over for dinner and she said, “did you leave a doll at my house?”
“A doll? Like, recently…? I don’t think so… Or do you mean when we stayed with you?” Which was 2″ years ago, please keep in mind.
“Oh, I don’t know. I found a doll when I was cleaning and I could only think of you that it might belong to.”
“Uhm, I don’t think so, Gram.”
“I wonder who left a doll at my house.”
“Wait! Is it a porcelain doll? Wearing a long white dress? And she’s missing a finger?” I knocked her into something and she lost a finger.
“Yeah! Yeah, that’s the one! I don’t know about that finger though, I’d have to check it… But the rest is right!”
“The lost doll! I thought she was lost in the move! I loved that doll!”
“Should I bring it over or do you want me to just throw it away?”
“You can bring it here. Thank you!”

And here she is!

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So scary. I put her back in the bag gram brought her in, zipped that in a plastic blanket bag, and tucked her away. I couldn’t decide if I should keep her or toss her.

I had to toss her. She’s just too creepy. I don’t understand how I could ever have obsessed over this thing


Hello, I’m Kerry! Maker. Sewist. Fan of all things bright.

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