This weekend was quite productive, if I do say so myself.
For starters, I cleaned a LOT. And the apartment really needed it. I have a lot of plans in the works for upping the decor factor since we’ve decided to stay here another year, but all of those plans start with getting the place clean enough to figure things out.
Next, I finished a project I had started last week for my blogger exchange care package. That bad boy is all set and ready to go. Over a week early! I know, I’m pretty awesome.
Then, I decided to do something I’ve been thinking about for a while. You know my love of grandpa trends? Well, comically large glasses aside, I am a huge fan of elbow patches. Seriously, I think they are so freaking adorable on guys, and pretty darn cute on girls. Alas, until recently I have owned plenty of sweaters, but none of which that boasted those sweet little pieces of felt. UNTIL NOW.
First, I took a blue sweater I’ve had for a while. I like it, but it’s definitely something that needs to be dressed up to avoid looking bag-ish. (Sorry, I don’t have a before picture…but trust me, the after is not so drastic that you won’t be able to use your ImAgInAtIoNs.)
Next, I put it on and marked little X’s on my elbows with a marker.
Then, I cut two squovals (square + ovals = squovals) out of light brown felt. (What’s that you ask? Was I crafting in my pajama pants? In the middle of the day? I can neither confirm nor deny.)
Then I sewed each squoval over its corresponding X.
And ta-da! A sweater with elbow patches.
Pretty impressive eh? (Not the actual photo…I’m beginning to think shoddy photography is my blog’s calling card.)(Besides, you know, narwhals.)
I’m basically in love with it. You know I’m a sucker for a craft that takes fewer than ten minutes.
Only time will tell if I’m bold enough to double up the grandpa effect by wearing this lady killer WITH my giant glasses. Only time will tell…
Anyone else do any easy crafts this weekend?
So here’s something fun.
I just spent literally half an hour driving around my neighborhood trying to get out. I can really empathize with lab rats right now.
There has to be a way out, right? I mean, they can’t trap people in their neighborhoods, right?
I wish I was kidding when I said I have driven up and down every single street only to come face-to-face with a sawhorse blockade. No detour signs. No help from the “friendly” citizens guarding the blockades. There. Is. No. Way. Out.
The only comforting thing about it is that there were about 50 other cars going up and down every street, turning around when they hit a blockade, and then continuing the wild goose chase.
This can’t be legal, right? I tried to call my city’s officials, but apparently they are too good for answering machines. I don’t even know who to complain to. The worst part is that the 10K is to benefit wounded soldiers, so if I call the race officials, I’m officially that girl. But come on. You can’t trap people. I feel like there’s an inappropriate joke buried in there somewhere about taking away people’s freedoms to celebrate the people who fought for freedom, but quite frankly, I’m too irritated to think it through.
I mean, hi. I have things to do on Sunday morning. You can’t assume no one has anything to do on Sunday morning. YOU CAN’T TRAP ME IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD.
You know I have no shame when it comes to writing angry letters. Anyone have any ideas who I can complain to about this? Because I will not tolerate this happening again next year.