I spent much of the day crafting, taking men's polos and creating peplum tops out of them. It's fairly easy, but there is a great tutorial on it here. She uses an elastic to create the gathered effect on the bottom half of the shirt, but I find a long straight stitch (on my Husqvarna the stitch length is a 6.0) with long tail ends also do the trick.
I also made a great Rorschach print on a plain old flyaway top that I never wear in my closet, and now I can't wait to wear it.
The tutorial for it is here, (I love INSTRUCTABLES, and they have a new app at the Playstore and App Store) although the short and skinny of it is putting a piece of cardboard underneath it, in between the two layers, and dripping some Tulip Soft Fabric Paint onto it and folding the cardboard in half. The paint dries rather quickly, so you don't have to wait on the cardboard long (and I wouldn't, since it bleeds through and may dry to the cardboard if you leave it on too long).
If you want my psychiatric reading of this shirt, I see a warrior with a painted face, wearing a tiger's head on his own. Don't know what that says about me, but there it is.
I spoke to Sir Riddle earlier this morning, when we had a discussion about the proper topping of waffles. I believe it is simply maple syrup and butter, while he believes it is strawberries and maple syrup. The strawberries, meh. I love them on cereal, but on a hot waffle? Then my damned phone went dead, and I haven't had a chance to talk to him since; he and Mrs. Riddle went to a birthday party hours ago and I have yet to get another text. It appears my treasured Sir Riddle has forgotten about me, a frequent if not temporary condition.
I fixed my garbage disposal! Well, not fixed. More like hit the reset button I didn't know existed on the bottom of the unit. And now it works again! Glory be!
Today, I made brown sugar bourbon glazed corned beef in my crock pot. The recipe can be found at the crock pot god's website. I don't know if you have ever heard of Stephanie O'Dea, but the woman is ah-maze-ing. She does some wonderful things with crock potting (is that a new verb?) and her recipes are, for the most part, wonderful. From the small piece I had, it was delicious. And I took the leftover glaze and made a brine of beer and beef broth and glaze and boiled some cabbage and carrots in it.
I also made a Strawberry Quinoa Salad (pronounced Keen-Wah according to my beloved Sir Riddle) and a Cashew Thai Quinoa Salad with Peanut Dressing for lunches this week. Both, from my small taste tests (ahem) were delicious.
I invited Mother and Father Mused over for dinner this week for pulled pork sandwiches, at which Father Mused nearly cried in excitement.
Mother Mused and I went to a used record store today a few towns over to look for Gordon Lightfoot CDs. I bought a Beatle's and Billy Joel's greatest hits album for a cool $20.00. There is this song on Gordon Lightfoot's CD called "Beautiful" that is such a wonderful song. He sang it at the concert that he sang a few weeks ago, and the lyrics are, for lack of a better word, beautiful.
We also went to Panera for lunch, and I indulged with the Shrimp and Soba Noodle Salad, which is TO DIE FOR, in case you haven't had it. I always get a little jumpy about seafood at chain and/or new restaurants, but the shrimp is delicious in this salad. I also noticed that an old peer of mine from middle and high school is the manager at the Panera there; he used to be the manager at the one near me. It's strange, I'm not sure if it's here or something...
People act like they don't know each other around these parts. Even if you went to seven years of school together, even if you had a project with them that made them call your house at 6:00 AM for almost two weeks straight, even if you had a huge crush on them but they decided that (Check All that Apply):
A) You were not pretty enough
B) You were too fat
C) You were not in the same hierarchical popularity class as he
D) You were a nerd, which is apparently a bad thing, or
E) ALL OF THE ABOVE.
They'll still act like they don't know who you are, even to the point of leaving you mid-smile of recognition, looking stupid nodding and smiling. I mean, what is that anyways, the nodding and smiling thing? Happy yes? Yes happy?
Anyways, I've gotten used to it. Believe it or not (I'm sure it will come to you as no big surprise), Miss Mused was no popular girl in high school. Far from it. She dated the wrong guy her freshman year of high school who had a very unfortunate (yet accurate) nickname which she neither can nor will disclose here, and that branded her future life in the confines of the high school. However, I cannot complain. Being a wallflower has its perks. People don't know who you are, so they consistently leave you out of high school activities post-high school. It's just an oddity of social norms around the Goblin Kingdom.
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