On the 27th of July (I believe), a very talented man ended his life. I don’t know why, I don’t think anyone but his family (particularly his father) might have had an inkling as to why he might have done so.
The above video was posted two weeks ago.
I will never understand why people believe that a permanent solution to a temporary problem is the answer. It used to make me angry. I used to rant and rave about how much I detested people who killed themselves. It’s not fair to the people who find them, it’s not fair to the people who are left behind to wonder why. In this case, Nathan has not only left his family behind, but also many thousands of fans who appreciated his ironically positive outlook on life and his extraordinary talent for making music. I was one of them and was luck to have exchanged a few messages with him. He was a kind soul.
I find I can’t be angry about this particular situation. I am, however, extremely sad.
Knowing that he’s gone now makes that video extremely telling. Extremely telling.
All I can say, to anyone reading this, that if you are feeling like this… solution… is the one for you, think again. Think again and then go get help. Things are never so bad that you need to end your life.
If you are in Australia and you need to talk to someone, contact a professional through Beyond Blue or for immediate assistance, call Lifeline on 13 11 14.
Welcome to another edition of Sunday, however before we get into the Sunday Stealing part of the program, I’d like to draw your attention to Cathryn at Hot Pink Aurora and her new indy polish business, Oopsie Daisies. I’ve been following Cathryn for a little while now and not only does she do some of the best nail swatches on the web, but she’s apparently a pretty talented indy polish maker.
She has just realised her first collection of polishes and they are too cool. They’re called The Sweet Treat Trio and consist of Tiramisu, Banana Split and Strawberry Trifle.
Dude, polishes with FOOD names. Of course I’m there. I’m itching to get Banana Split as I’ve a thing for yellowy polishes these days.
Anyway, Cathryn is running a little competition to celebrate the release of her first collection so head over to her site to have a look and enter.
With that said, onto…
26. What type of errands do you like running?
None that require me to leave the house. Actually, I don’t mind shopping when I know what I have to shop for, where to get it and how long it’s going to take me.
27. Have you ever eaten snow?
Never even SEEN snow.
28. What color are your bedsheets?
Brown or dark grey or white. Currently dark grey.
29. What’s your favorite flower?
30. Do you do ballet?
Seriously… moving on.
31. Do you listen to classical music?
Yes, I do enjoy a little bit of classical type stuff.
32. What is the first TV Theme song that pops in your head? Two and a Half Men. *grr* WHY?!
33. Do you watch Sponge Bob?
Didn’t even know what Sponge Bob was until a year ago. No, I do not watch.
34. What temperature is it outside right now?
FUCKING COLD is what it is. And I was awake and out in it at 5.40am.
35. Do people consider you smart?
I have no idea. My loving audience will have to let me know.
36. How many piercing do you have?
Happy to say none at all. Piercings don’t really do it for me. I would have loved to have got my eyebrow done at one point as I love that look but I am too chicken and I need a proper job. Piercings put people off – especially in the corporate world – and I have enough trouble with my nail polish.
37. Are you signed on [to] AIM?
I used to use the AIM instant messager thingie. Don’t anymore.
38. Have you ever tried gluing your fingers together?
Who hasn’t? It took me over an hour to get unstuck.
39. How do you feel about your family?
They’re an endless source of frustration and heartache sometimes.
40. Do you have an iPod?
Nope. I have an iRiver. LOL
41. What time do you go to bed?
Depends on what I plan to do when I’m in there. ;)
42. What CD is currently in your CD player?
CD player? What? What’s that?
43. What movie do you know every line to? The Court Jester, Monty Python’s Holy Grail, Labyrinth, The Last Unicorn.
44. What is your favorite salad dressing?
Praise Fat Free French Dressing.
45. What do you want for Christmas this year?
A Nikon D3 with a 24-70mm Nikkor lens. Please?
46. What family member/friend lives the farthest from you? Where?
I have an aunt in my immediate family who lives a 6 hour drive away. My inlaws are a four day drive away. (And we like it like that!)
47. Do you like hugs?
Depends on who is hugging me, but generally yes, I do indeed like hugs.
48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
49. What’s the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?
It’s sort of hard to get my name wrong. Erin. Though I did used to get “Anne” a lot when I was working on Helldesk. I guess I talk too quickly.
Anyway, as you’re also aware by now (hopefully, if you know me or been reading this blog for a little bit) I am thoroughly addicted to another form of crack called nail polish. Adore the stuff. ALL THE PRETTY COLOURS!
So when I got to looking at Pinterest and found this pin:
I was a little more subtle and didn’t quite go with the Hawaiian/Neon purply orange goodness that Makeup Withdrawal used, but I did select a very cool gradient of turquoise to try. Plus it’s winter here in Australia at the moment so the blue theme works for the season.
(Yes, I know I am totally using someone else’s photos instead of my own but it’s 9.40pm as I write this and I haven’t a hope of getting a photo done at this time of night. But hey, they’re all from Pinterest. And I did this manicure three days ago already.)
I painted on a thinnish layer of Mint Sorbet and let that mostly dry and then dabbed a mix of the Mint Sorbet and Custom Kicks over that with a make-up sponge.
You could have probably heard me squealing as I realised it was working.
My left hand is a funky gradient (or “ombre”) effect of pale to dark turquoise.
Unfortunately the sponge started to get a little funky and the effect isn’t so great on my right hand (plus I’m right-handed so my right hand will always look a little funky regardless) so if you’re doing this, I would suggest two bits of make-up sponge – one for each hand. And of course this is a manicure you need a topcoat for as it smooths out the nail (the sponging leavings things a little bumpy) and makes it all shiny too.
For your viewing pleasure, I’ve found a really fantastic tutorial on Youtube…
What on earth happened to the rest of the week? I posted on Monday night and it’s now Friday. ACK!
Anyhoo… Tuesday, if you recall, was the day of the Twinings High Tea event that was arranged via Nuffnang. I left in good spirits, bright and early and full of pep, and got to the city in good time (only an hour on the train – sigh) but that’s where things went a little pear-shaped.
I hate the Crown complex. Hate it with a passion unsurpassed. HATE. However every semi-important event, meet-greet, whatever, is always held somewhere in the belly of that beast. I lose my bearings in there very quickly and find it extremely hard to get around. So when I found out that the otherwise delightful venue, JJ’s Bar & Grill was somewhere in the depths of Crown Towers, I was like… “Noooooooooooooooooo!”
Luke Skywalker has nothing on my personal brand of drama llama, people.
So anyway, I walked… from Southern Cross Station all the way down to Southbank. Not a far walk but then I got confused as to which end Crown Towers was (again)… That didn’t last long as I eventually remembered the entrance was around the back in Whiteman Street. Ok, so I had enough time, thought I, for a stroll around the front of Promenade… but they’d closed off one of the access routes for getting through to the back of the complex. Stupid renovations and construction. Grr.
So I walked right around to Whiteman Street and found the door to the hotel.
“But,” thought I, “that’s the entrance to the Hotel, JJ’s is further down and in a bit. I’ll find another door.”
I walked. And I walked. And I walked. And I checked my watch to discover I had 15 minutes to find the place and I still hadn’t even managed to get inside the building yet.
And I kept walking. Not. One. Door.
I ended up right back on King Street. I’d pretty much gone full circle.
I found the door to the cinemas and went through there, hoping I could just walk in the general direction from whence I’d come but alas, I hit a wall. Literally. There was now a wall in the corridor I needed to go down.
I gave in and sidled shyly up to a security type person who was dutifully guarding the entrance to the casino and doing a fabulous job of looking more like one of those CIA-presidential-body-guard types than a door thug.
“Yes, darlink!” He exclaimed after I moaned my frustrations at him. Oh god, he was Russian. “You go out deer door to deer right and follow all deer way down to deer Rockpool, understandink? Goodt, then you take deer right again and you see stairs. You can use deer lifts but deer stairs is faster, ‘kay? You be seeink signs for JJ’s. It will be on deer left past Conservatory.”
So I found deer door on deer right and eventually located deer Rockpool and eventually deer stairs (which, I hate to admit was the main entrance to fecking Crown Towers which I’d passed 20 minutes prior) and low and behold, I found JJ’s.
And I had time to spare in the end so I took off my jacket, wiped the sweat from under my eyes and peered at all the other bloggery-type people who were already there. They seemed an interesting bunch, not that I could do much dropping of eaves to really find out. I was sort of standing away from them all probably looking completely unsociable. Hmm.
So we were eventaully let in after being allocated tables. (“Tables? What tables? I thought this was just a marketing thing?”)
The first thing I saw was a plate of macarons and I knew I was going to have a good morning, regardless of the tea.
Those on my table introduced themselves around the place (shout outs to Scoop Nutrition and My Poppet and Fleur who was a baby blogger – can’t wait to see hers) and then we got to the business of investigating the food…
Macarons and fruit tarts and little pies and OMGYUM!
Seriously yummy looking stuff…
I did mean to focus on the box of tea… really…
Mr Stephen Twining, judging the prettiest tea cup! (He looks a bit like Prince Charles, eh?)
But we were there for the tea and before too long there was the clinking of a glass and Stephen Twining, 10th generation Twining to be precise, came out and introduced himself before letting us pour ourselves a cuppa from the various selections on the table and pick at the scrumptious offerings before he gave us a lovely run-down of the new tea range being brought out by Twinings. Assam Bold; serious shit-kicking strong tea, Blueberry, Apple & Rosehip; a lovely flavourful infusion, and what turned out to be my personal favourite, Blackcurrant, Ginseng & Vanilla.
Mr Twining also did explain the ins and outs of a perfect cuppa which included:
Always refilling the kettle to boil new water for each cup as it’s the dissolved oxygen in the water that draws out the flavour of the tea.
Make black tea with just boiled water (100 degrees celcius) in a warmed teapot for steeped perfection.
Green tea should always be made boiled water that’s been left to cool for three minutes (to approximately 90-odd degrees), otherwise it can make the tea bitter.
And he was good enough to add that historically milk came before tea but due to the way we do tea these days, it’s impractical. Good. I didn’t need to take umbrage with him as I suspected I might.
You can hear it from him directly in this video:
Lastly was the highlight of the morning for me. We got to have a sniff and blend our own individual variety of tea! Much enthused, I tried a bit of everything and following Mr Twining’s advice about things like complimentary notes/flavours of tea and leaf size (tetchnikal stuff, this tea-making lark), I made a blend of Lady Grey, Russian Caravan and cinnamon. And it smells like Christmas.
It was a great time! And I have enough tea to last me ages now.
Little factoid: The cornflowers in Twinings Lady Grey are not there for any flavour enhancing properties. They were actually an accident that happened when a tea-maker accidentally knocked a pot of cornflowers into the tea! They’ve kept it in there for tradition’s sake. I think that’s lovely.
So tomorrow morning I will be taking a quick step outside my usual comfort zone (ie, the shadows) and going to a launch event in the city. I must admit, if I were working right now I wouldn’t even consider it but since I have the freedom to do so – sometimes being unemployed can be a good thing, it seems – I’m doing it.
I have no idea what to expect. It’s a launch of some new Twinings tea to which only 60 people have been invited. Mind you, it was not a personal invite, it was a “we’re having this thing, email if you want to come along”. If you know me, you know I adore a nice big cuppa with a bikkie (or ten) so this appealed to me when I got the email and I shot off a line to the organiser and scored a spot.
Apparently I am going to be learning how to make the perfect cup of tea. Interesting since I thought the cups of tea I’ve been making myself all these years are pretty darn spectacular considering all I do is dangle a teabag for a couple minutes and then slosh in milk.
I will, however draw the line at being told to put milk in the cup first. That’s a no-no. I will take great umbrage with Mr Twinings himself if he tries to tell me that’s the best way of making a cuppa.
The reason why this is a bit out of my comfort zone is because I’m going on my own. ACK! I might actually have to talk to people I don’t know. ACK ACK! I might have to give my opinion about something to said people I don’t know. ACK ACK ACK!
Anyway, I’ll take my camera (if I remember) and will post pictures up.
I suppose if I get really antsy I can skeedaddle and go take pictures in the city. That’s always fun.
Now, the kitties part of this post… not terribly interesting but if you’re familiar with me and my cats, you would know that we’ve had an issue with vomiting for… pretty much since I brought them home… One likes to regurgitate with monotonous regularity. The other who was only slightly less vomitous has decided to join in on the fun and add regular explosions of kitty innards to the house decor.
I took them to the vet where (after getting a stern talking to for not doing something sooner), I took the slightly more expensive route of getting bloodwork done rather than ignoring the problem as my vet assumes that I have done.
Sorry, but when your cat throws up on your bed at 5.30am, it’s KINDA HARD TO IGNORE.
As is turns out, Spewkitty (Dugite) is fine. She shows signs of having a lowish electrolyte count – as most people do after they’ve had gastro or been a bit vomity – but that’s nothing to be too concerned over. Bindi, on the other hand, has a rather bad case of Hyperthyroidism. That means medication twice a day for the rest of her life.
And you wouldn’t be wrong when assuming she’s milking the fact that I did not pick this problem up sooner for all that it’s worth.
Hello Sunday… It’s time for Sunday Stealing… while I procrastinate about getting up and going to the gym.
1. You have 10 dollars and need to buy snacks at a gas station. What do you get?
A Mars Bar, a Bounty, a packet of Twisties and a Chocolate Big M. Or at least that’s what I used to get. Now it might be a couple of oat or nut bars and a bottle of water.
2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?
Something unedible, and vaguely rude. Like a sea cucumber.
3. Who’s your favorite redhead?
Noooo… I can’t decide. Deborah Ann Woll or Christina Hendricks? I loooove both.
4. What do you order when you’re at IHOP?
What the fuck is IHOP?
5. Last book you read?
Mistress of Rome, Kate Quinn – AWESOME.
6. Describe your mood.
7. Describe the last time you were injured.
The last time my L5 decided to remind me it was completely knackered – which was at the gym.
8. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with? Tam, Tam, Tam! We’d sing silly songs to pass the time and bitch about our partners until we were rescued.
9. Rock concert or symphony?
10. What is the wallpaper of your cell phone? The number? (We’ll just say “hi” – promise.)
Hahaha… funneh. It’s a photo I took of some purdy clouds.
You can totally buy this print… Just sayin’…
11. Favorite soda?
Don’t touch the stuff.
12. What type of shirt are you wearing?
A very too-large-for-me-now red v-neck.
13. If you could only use one form of transportation?
“Beam me up, Scottie!”
14. Most recent movie you have watched in theater?
Um… that one with the… thing… and that actress… I don’t remember.
15. Name an actor/actress/singer you have had the hots for.
See the question about the redheads. Yeah.
16. What’s your favorite kind of cake?
I DON’T like anything with cherries or marzipan or fake cream. Other than that, it’s all good.
17. What did you have for dinner last night?
OMG… Pollo pumpkin from Baffetti’s… IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!
18. Look to your left, what do you see?
An alarm clock, a headband, a phone, a couple of DVDs, a photoshop magazine and a mostly drunk glass of cordial that’s been there way too long…
19. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
20. Favorite toy as a child?
Anything my sister got.
21. Do you buy your own groceries?
Yes. Who doesn’t?
22. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
They always have. And occasionally I like to give them something to talk about.
23. When was the last time you had gummy worms?
Never had them…
24. What’s your favorite fruit?
Very ripe stone fruit. And berries. OMG.
25. Do you have a picture of yourself doing a cartwheel?
I have never done a cartwheel though I am sure a picture of myself doing one would be HIL-FUCKING-LARIOUS.
Once again in America some retard has walked into a public space and killed a bunch of people with heavy-duty firearms.
It makes me angry that an entire country is so caught up in their “rights” that they can’t see what sort of damage it’s doing.
“Oh, but if this had been in Texas, I would have shot the guy before he did all that damage.”
Yuh-huh. Right. And you, with your lovely little gun in your purse or jacket holster would have been able to locate your gun and then fire at, hit, and kill a man who was wearing Kevlar and using tear gas in a dark cinema and not risk hurting anyone else or getting yourself killed?
I hate these arguments.
My own personal beliefs? Unless you’re a farmer or in an occupation that decrees a need to be armed at all time for your protection, then no, you don’t fucking need a gun. If you want to shoot on a recreational basis, then yes, jump through those fiery hoops to get a couple of guns and be under constant scrutiny from the authorities.
On the flip-side, as proven by what has happened in Australia since gun laws were changed leading out from the 1996 Port Arthur massacre, any sort of law will not stop a crazy person from killing. If someone really wants to do it, they will find a way and usually, ironically, a legal way (it seems) to obtain a firearm and use it to kill. Take the 2002 Monash University killings here in Melbourne. Apparently that guy got his guns through completely legal means, through a shooting club. And of course we still have all the bikie gangs with their semi-automatic (and totally illegal) firearms spraying each other’s houses and regularly shooting each other in the head.
People kill people – I get that. But stop making it so fucking easy for people to kill people.
How can this be fixed? I don’t think it can. As much as I would love everyone to pass in their weapons, in a country as big and heavily populated as the States are, it would be impossible to police anyway and I will happily admit that gun laws have not stopped crazies from killing people here in Australia, either. Where there is an argument against having guns, there are also perfectly acceptable arguments for having them that make complete sense too.
It just frustrates the hell out of me when babies are killed in places where the possibility of dying should not even be an issue.
Every time I take B for a walk, I have a 50:50 chance of someone stopping me and telling me off for having a “pitbull” in the neighbourhood.
Dangerous dogs, them pitbulls!
You should be ashamed of yourself!
That thing should be put down, I’m calling the council!
Is this the face of a vicious, kitten-mashing, kiddie-mauling killer?
I don’t think so.
She’s a bulldog, for sure. An Australian Bulldog, specifically. She’s got a face only a mother (ie, ME) could love. She’s so submissive she just about pees herself when my cats come near the back door. She is nose and belly to the ground when faced with a dog barely a quarter of her size during walks. This dog is not vicious in any sense of the word.
Energetic and enthusiastic? Yes and gawd, YES.
And did I mention mental?
My point is this dog will wet herself first before she even so much as growls.
So a few days ago I was talking B for a walk the local off-lead area with my mother. We were just on our way back to the car when we noticed a mum and toddler-ish daughter playing with their young-looking Golden Retriever (lovely dogs, if a little stupid) and, being the responsible dog owner who keeps her untrained puppy on a lead at all times, I reeled in my dog in preparation for the “OMGGOTTAPLAYNOOOOOW!” onslaught that was about to happen.
Sure enough, the retriever caught sight of B and bolted in our direction. I wasn’t worried, “Molly” was just a young dog herself. And B was delighted. And she, Molly, my mother and I all ended up in a big, enthusiastic puppy knot.
What was the problem? That woman walked AWAY another couple hundred metres rather than come to collect her dog. Not only that, but she screamed at her kid (who started to toddle over) to keep her away from us.
No lady, you get your backside over to where your dog is causing trouble and take it away since it’s obviously not coming when you feebly call for her from an extreme distance.
I understand that I am in an off-lead dog zone, however, the big-assed sign says “offlead dogs must be in the control of their owners at all times”. This dog wasn’t being controlled at all. Normally I wouldn’t have cared but I was doing the right thing by having my dog on a lead… never mind that that has more to do with the fact that I wouldn’t be able to get her back again… I would expect the other dog owner to come and collect their animal if it’s painfully clear that the other dog owner is having trouble.
But I know why she didn’t. From a distance my dog looks like a nasty shark on a leash. (NOT!) But it was clear that both the dogs were just playing. Literally rolling over each other in their enthusiasm. It was funny but annoying. It’s not the first time it’s happened, either. I had another similar occurrence where a young German Shepherd decided to come and play and the owner literally sat there and watched me try to keep moving on with Bronagh (unsuccessfully) before I turned and snarled at him to check his mutt before I kicked it in the head.
No, I didn’t say that, but there was a snarl and I did tell him to check his dog. Twice. Eedjit.
In hindsight, I should have just clipped the spare lead onto Molly’s harness and walked off with her. Obviously her owner didn’t want her, right?
It’s so fucked up.
What was even more irritating was when I finally got the madly playing duo apart and sent Molly back on her way over to her owner, I could see the stupid bint bend down and check her dog for injuries.
From a dog that doesn’t even have a full set of teeth!
Anyway, we have now booked B in for a full day behavioural course thingy with Vern Ryan, apparently the dog whisperer of … at least this side of town… in hopes that we can get some of Bronagh’s quirky behaviour sorted out.
But shit like this doesn’t help her and it certainly doesn’t help me.
Well, today I thought I was going out. But then I realised I got the day wrong – it’s tomorrow.
So what’s a girl to do when she’s wearing a face full of makeup and has nowhere to go?
Easy. Apply MOAR makeup!
So that’s what I did.
And then I took some very low quality images with my awful laptop camera because the light was good and I couldn’t be bothered setting up and fiddling around with my SLR. I promise there will be better photos the next time around, ‘kay?
I didn’t exactly start with a clean slate for this look. I’d already applied what is my signature look – a light brown smokey eye. Since I wasn’t going anywhere, I decided to try adapting the brown to a rich, slightly gothy red and burgundy instead.
My brown smokey eye consists of Naked (on the lid) and Buck (on outer V) from the Urban Decay Naked palette, as well as a dark brown matte from NYX just to darken up the crease a little more and eyeliner pencil in Dark Brown from NYX as well just through the top lash line for definition. It’s a very muted smokey eye, perfect for office or daytime socials.
For my red smokey eye, I pulled out my (growing) stash of Makeup Geek colours to have a play. Here’s what I used and where I used them:
Shimma Shimma – a beigey-cream coloured shimmery shadow. Used in the inside corners and tear duct areas as well as a highlight just under my eyebrows.
Moondust – a shimmery, dark satin taupe colour with a slightly greeny-brown tinge. Used this on the centre part of my lid.
Bitten – a matte, ruddy red. Used this to create the smoked out outer V around my eyes and about halfway across under my eyes. I smoked this out with a fluffy brush.
Burlesque – a shimmery satin burgundy. This I put in the crease for a little more definition and depth and used it to smoke up the eyes a little more underneath my bottom lash line.
Razzleberry – a stunning pink/red with gold glitter. I swept this beneath the eyes from the inner corner to about 3/4 of the way across into the bitten. It’s a much lighter shade than Burlesque and Bitten but the contrast adds a touch of lighteness.
Corrupt – blacker-than-black matte. This stuff is the deepest black matte eyeshadow I’ve ever used. It’s great. I used this sparingly on a small, angled eyebrow brush to line my eyes, using a pressing motion for the top and just sweeping over the corners at the bottom.
To finish off, I lined my waterline with MaxFactor’s “Liquid Effects” in black and smoked it down a bit underneath my eyes for a more intense look. Lastly I used some basic waterproof mascara by Rimmel.
You can get all of the Makeup Geek colours (there’s 56 of ‘em!) at Makeupgeek.com, not to mention a BUNCH of tutorials and makeup inspiration.
And keeping the whole makeup theme going, my OHP theme this week is MAKEUP!
Yes, my hands were shaking, there was no going back after this. I was either going to do it right, or fuck EVERYTHING up with the first cut…
Is it possible for a mostly inanimate object to look pissed off? Because I think this sock is the sock version of :|
Oops. Sorry ’bout that.
I think my owl is cranky.
Anyway… the next bit was going to be the sort of fun that isn’t very fun at all. I had to backstitch this sucker closed.
There was only one problem. I had no idea how to backstitch. WHAT THE HELL IS BACKSTITCH?
Yeup. Thank you Google for telling me and Youtube for showing me.
Except this happened and my world nearly ended:
But then, magically, the knot loosened and I was able to finish up with an only somewhat untidily stitched sock puppet that looked like the love child of Batman, Spiderman and… possibly Spongebob.
So the instructions said to stuff said sock “until you get a nice plump shape”.
What the heck is a nice plump shape? How much stuffing is a nice plump shape? Ok, my nice plump shape is kinda squarish and not prettily round like the pictures… WHAT THE HELL?! ARRRGGGHHH!
Yes, stuffing the thing gave me conniptions.
I told you I wasn’t very good at this stuff… ing. (Geddit? Stuffing? Ok, I’ll shut up now.)
Oh yes, I totally went there with a Jeff Dunham reference.
(Please don’t sue me, Jeffypoo…)
So then I eventually got what I thought was a nice plump, roundy shape (with a little bit of reworking the stuffing so there was less lumpy bits poking out) and then I had to sew the little bugger shut – whilst maintaining said roundy shape.
Cold sweats ensued but we soldiered on, this crankypants sock toy and I.
No, I had NO idea what I was doing. I was winging it. Hoping for the best. Praying that the sock wouldn’t unravel before I could stitch the poor bird’s innards in securely.
Eventually I ended up with this…
SQUEE! Isn’t he cute?! I could totally stop now. Really. Is it over yet?
What? What feet? Who said anything about feet? What owl needs feet? These owls are attached to a mobile with string. They’re not going to run a marathon…
But no, apparently I also needed to cut the toe of the sock in half and somehow manage to make them look like feet and affix said feet to said bird.
HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DO THAT?!
(Don’t forget, you can totally get this and other gorgeous sock toy patterns at Craft Schmaft.)
Quotes of the Days
"Can't freeze people properly as water expands and breaks cell walls. Same with lettuce" -- J. Bryson