Your “Holy Sh*t!” For the Day:

 

Some people use paper for scribbling notes.
Some, for wiping noses.

Isabella de Borchgrave uses paper to make these:

 

Based on a Pietro Facchetti portrait of Marie de’ Medici

 

Go here to learn more, because, DAMN.

Yesternight’s Workout:

 

Every once in a while,
I come home from a workout
and wonder how in the hell I’m not any taller.

I know.

It’s illogical.

But somehow,
my brain is still DETERMINED to believe that exercising
will magically make me 5′ 7″.

Ha.

Haha.

HA.

*ahem*

Moving on, then.

 

200m run
5 pullups
100m sprint

x3

10 KB snatch R (20lbs)
30 lunges
10 KB snatch L (20lbs)
20 crunches/leg lifts
10 planked rows R (20lbs)
15 bench jumps
10 plank rows L (20lbs)

 

Kinda weak, to be honest.

It was just an off night for me,
and everything was hard to do–
I despise workouts like that.

*grumpledface*

 

In other news,
my wig came today!
YAY!!!!

…

Guess that means I need to hurry my ass up
and get the rest of my costume made already.

Can sewing be a Crossfit activity?
Squats with serger?
Planks with pinking shears?
Burpees with bumroll?

What?
IT COULD WORK.

 

AND MAKE ME TALLER.

I am Bad at This:

 

Craft Night was a lovely success yesterday–
nine people came over to my place,
food and crafty things in hand…

 

And I didn’t take a single photo.

*sheepish*

But I made my leaf garland!

And LauraJane began a repurposed paint-by-numbers piece of art!

And Jessie looked at Pinterest!

 

I just forget to take my camera out when my hands are busy.

Photos of finished projects soon, I pinky-swear!

Because We Have Forgotten How to Play:

 

Cute, non?

 

See that sweet little thing?
I’ve been wanting to make it since I saw it on Pinterest about,
oh,
two months ago.

I’ve had plenty of time to swing by a store for supplies.
Plenty of time to sit at home and cut out leaves and stitch them together.

But I haven’t.

Because?

Here’s my great big theory:

Adults aren’t “supposed” to play.
We have other things that are “important” to do.

And this makes me so, so sad.

I don’t want to turn fifty and realize that I haven’t made anything in years.
I don’t want to lose the dexterity of my fingers or my mind.
I don’t want to lose my creativity, my ability to say, “Hey, I could make that!”
and actually do it.

Consequently,
I’m starting a Third Thursday Craft Night.

For whatever–
sewing, painting, needlefelt, needlepoint,
making shoe clips, hair flowers, leatherwork;
hell,
if I had a forge,
ironwork.

We all need a time to be creative.

Sometimes,
we have to make appointments with ourselves in order to make that happen.

 

Consider your own bad self invited.

Come make things.

 

(and? if you email me pictures of what you made, and a little blurb about it,
I’ll post them all here!)

My Day So Far:

It is 11:30 in the morning.

Becca has not gone to sleep yet,
on account of the fact that she,
once again,
had an AWESOMERAD idea for Halloween decor
that HAD to be executed in neverasmuchtimeassheneeds.

Additionally,
I have cleaned up two passive-agressive shits from DammitDog,
one “I didn’t want to poop outside, so I’magonna poop in the corner instead” from The Corgi,
one disgusting ALBINOSPIDERFUUUUCKWHYDOYOUEXIST,
fifty gazillion seeds from maple pods in my hair, down my bra, in my shorts,
two hot glue burns (tho’ not even close to the Emissary of Satan Burn),
tuned out the rantings of one creepy neighbor,
and have watched two movies.

I have not started on my costume yet,
and my party is tonight.

Next year?

I start working on Halloween decor in AUGUST.

And bright ideas that come around in the beginning of October?

I’ll write you down and tuck you away for NEXT YEAR.

ps (yes, pictures are forthcoming of the Project that Would Not Sleep)