Random Chitchat and My Books «

Random Chitchat and My Books

Well, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?

Honda Driver, thanks for not running over my cat. No, really, it’s more than that. Thanks for waiting so patiently while my cat sat in the road and looked at you defiantly while I ran out like a maniac to snatch him up. Thanks even more for waiting still longer while he ran halfway out of the way and then darted right back in the way while I pulled a muscle in my back playing Twister on the asphalt trying to catch his goofy ass.
He’s usually a well behaved boy and stays in his yard where he belongs; I blame the nip. But you’re a prince amoung men for even stopping at that stop sign in the first place. Most people run right through it and my smarty pants would have been squooshed. I bet you laughed your ass off while I limped back up the driveway with him clutched under one arm, scolding him the whole way in my pajamas, but that’s ok, you deserve the entertainment for your patience.

It was also crazy hot this weekend. I mean crazy hot. And Ice Maker? You are on my shit list big time. Why is it you always get bored of making ice on the hottest days? I want to break up with you. Yes, I have been cheating on you with the ice trays. Both of them! What can I say, you just can’t satisfy my hundred degree needs. It’s cooler now but I’m still sore about you not fulfilling your part in our relationship.

*sigh*
I went to the Neurological Psychiatrist this week. I got sent there because I’m on all kinds of meds. So I got to go to this guy so he could poke me in the face with a needle (no, that’s not a joke and I was so unprepared to be poked in the face with a needle…) and decide if I was on the right meds and make adjustments. Yay, I thought, this ought to cut down some of the pill bottle clutter and clean up my day and my bloodstream some. Awesome. Well, the good news is I’m not epileptic. The bad news is I’m autistic. Just kidding, we already knew that one, didn’t we? Anyway, I left with another frickin’ med! It’s supposed to ‘complement the Lyrica’ or whatever (The appointment lasted so long my Ritalin had far worn off by that time so I wasn’t really paying attention. I don’t think I could have anyway, because it was almost 6 already and I was starving to death.) so all I can imagine is the Lamictal standing at a bar, telling Lyrica how lovely it looks in that dress. Something in my brain ain’t right.

Other than that, I’ve been making books. A lot of books. They’re tiny, because you know me and my love of minute things. But, before I show you these, I want to natter on a while…

For a minute there, I didn’t make anything at all. I got a little overwhelmed and intimidated by archival this and that and super special thread that shits gold while you sew with it and all this other crap I can’t keep up with. I don’t have any of that. I can’t afford to get any, either, so I’ve decided I won’t have any of it and I’ll like it that way. I like recycling things. I like taking a random piece of cardboard and making a jewelry box covered in butterfly paper that got jammed in the closet after some long forgotten birthday with it. I like making purses out of old clothes and skirts out of pairs of pants someone got bored of and tossed in my sewing trunk.

It was junk; now it is not. Yay! I like making things into something else. I don’t want to spend all my time standing and drooling at the Michael’s trying to decide if I want to spend my last $5 on paper made of rainbows and dreams or pens that colour with unicorn horns. I don’t want to spend up every cent I have picking out just the right designer fabrics. No. I just refuse. I’m poor and I’m ok with it. I think even if I had the money for that crap, I wouldn’t bother. I’ll use what comes to me and offer it to who wants it and if they don’t want it then they can just shuffle off elsewhere and leave me to my paper empire.

So there.

Now for my famously blurry pictures!

This was an acrylic painting of a vague and abstract rabbit that I attempted and gave up on and then kind of sloshed paint everywhere to amuse myself while Hei painted her picture. I couldn’t bring myself to throw the fugly thing the hell out so it sat on the bookshelf for Idon’tknowhowlong until I scavenged it. I hated it in its picture form but I like it a lot better now that it’s this 2 inch by 2 inch accordian style booklet:

Another accordian booklet. This one is blue stock paper I ordered because I can’t resist pretty colours. It’s 1×1 inch:

A different size, a different style. This one is hard covered with pink bond paper inside:

Side bound with red thread. A notebook with a bird on the cover:

And this one, which I love. It’s a four signature thread bound hard cover made with the same blue paper my Neurofuzzy came wrapped in featuring a bunny on the front and back. I stuck blue thread in there to tie it with because I thought it went best for its size, but I wish I’d used something else. Still, it’s too cute for me to regret:

And that’s finally that. At least, that’s all I have pictures of. My favourite one comes in a little box and it’s all snazzy and red but I was so stupidly hot when I finished it I didn’t care a thing about taking pictures of it so it’ll show up later. I also made a couple batches of cards but the pictures elude me. I downloaded them somewhere…