Progress was made on the project, both Saturday and Sunday.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
Deb
Monday, April 9, 2012
Weekend Stitching
Tea? Check. Feet up? Check. Cat lying next to me? Well, sometimes. Sometimes, it's next to. Sometimes, it's in proximity. Sometimes, it's in the lap, in which case, the stitching goes to the side.
Progress was made on the project, both Saturday and Sunday.
After Sunday afternoon's stitching, I have all the light yellow done and have a lot of the light blue done in one cross. I know it still doesn't look like much, but I'm quite pleased with this.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
Deb
Progress was made on the project, both Saturday and Sunday.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea
Deb
Friday, April 6, 2012
A Little Bit of Blue
I am looking forward to a weekend of stitching. It's not supposed to be warm enough that I can stitch on the deck in the spring sunshine. I'm also itching to start another cleaning project, but I have to pace myself on that. It's going to involve lifting and movement so I need to watch my endurance. And then, I may just opt to spend the weekend stitching, feet up, cat in lap, tea to my side. There is nothing wrong with that picture.
Beverage: Lady Gray tea
Deb
It Was Free
I've mentioned how I belong to a group that takes surveys. Well, I used to read Elle Magazine, years ago now, and they have this "Elle Panel". You were given the opportunity to take surveys based on items you saw or read in the magazine. I quit reading the magazine but never removed my name from the panel.
I don't think about my participating in this until I get a survey. Then, I'll roll my eyes and think, "I should get out of this. It's not pertinent to who I am". My idea of fashion is it's clean and has less cat hair on it than other items in the closet.
Three weeks ago, they sent out an email asking if people wanted to try the newest fragrance by designer Michael Kors. Now, I wear cologne or perfume as much as I wear a bikini, which is to say, never. This was born out of being in the field working. Construction guys would look at you funny as if you were putting on airs or something. In the summer and fall, you would attract the attention of bees. There is nothing more humorous to a construction crew than a female spending her time swatting at a bee that thinks you're a flower. The way to end that attention? Don't wear cologne.
The other problem is allergies. If my allergies are triggered, scents bother me. I can't burn candles. I can't use air freshener. I can't wear cologne. So, even with a drawer full of scents and a basket on my dressing table with a variety, I don't wear cologne.
By agreeing to test this new cologne, you are entered into a drawing for a $500 gift card. Meh. Why not? It's free.
It's just a little bit of a bottle. I've been wearing it, every day, for two weeks. The scent is reminiscent of something familiar. I've smelled this smell before. I can't place it, however, but it's rather pleasant. It doesn't linger long, at least to my nose, so I've not had the coughing I can sometimes have with cologne.
The biggest problem with the cologne and it's something I will make very clear, I have a hard time getting the bottle open. It's a twist-pop off type of bottle. When you twist the top, it pops off. You replace the top by just pushing down on it. I have a hard time opening it without splashing the cologne on myself. They probably can't make changes to bottle design but I think it's something they should be aware of.
I think I'll keep wearing this after the testing period is done. It's inoffensive. No one has actually commented to me, "Gee, you smell great." I think I would be floored if that happened. I haven't added a cologne to my stash in years. It was free. What's not to like about free?
Beverage: Lady Gray tea
Deb
I don't think about my participating in this until I get a survey. Then, I'll roll my eyes and think, "I should get out of this. It's not pertinent to who I am". My idea of fashion is it's clean and has less cat hair on it than other items in the closet.
Three weeks ago, they sent out an email asking if people wanted to try the newest fragrance by designer Michael Kors. Now, I wear cologne or perfume as much as I wear a bikini, which is to say, never. This was born out of being in the field working. Construction guys would look at you funny as if you were putting on airs or something. In the summer and fall, you would attract the attention of bees. There is nothing more humorous to a construction crew than a female spending her time swatting at a bee that thinks you're a flower. The way to end that attention? Don't wear cologne.
The other problem is allergies. If my allergies are triggered, scents bother me. I can't burn candles. I can't use air freshener. I can't wear cologne. So, even with a drawer full of scents and a basket on my dressing table with a variety, I don't wear cologne.
By agreeing to test this new cologne, you are entered into a drawing for a $500 gift card. Meh. Why not? It's free.
It's just a little bit of a bottle. I've been wearing it, every day, for two weeks. The scent is reminiscent of something familiar. I've smelled this smell before. I can't place it, however, but it's rather pleasant. It doesn't linger long, at least to my nose, so I've not had the coughing I can sometimes have with cologne.
The biggest problem with the cologne and it's something I will make very clear, I have a hard time getting the bottle open. It's a twist-pop off type of bottle. When you twist the top, it pops off. You replace the top by just pushing down on it. I have a hard time opening it without splashing the cologne on myself. They probably can't make changes to bottle design but I think it's something they should be aware of.
I think I'll keep wearing this after the testing period is done. It's inoffensive. No one has actually commented to me, "Gee, you smell great." I think I would be floored if that happened. I haven't added a cologne to my stash in years. It was free. What's not to like about free?
Beverage: Lady Gray tea
Deb
You Don't HAVE to Save Everything
A couple years ago, Carole went to Boston for St. Patrick's Day. She sent me tea which is just like the kind the colonists dumped into Boston Harbor. I finally used up that tea earlier this week. It was a loose variety and I only make it at home, preferring bags for the office. So, loose tea lasts me much longer than bagged.
I was left with the tin.
It's a nice tin. The lid actually snaps shut and, when knocked onto the floor (not that I would have conducted this experiment *cough), doesn't flop open. It would be a nice little tin for storing things. Therein lies the problem. What do I have that could benefit from storage in a small tin like this with a good fitting lid?
I started at it. I left it on the counter, open, for three days. I washed it out and let it air dry. It screams, "Save me! Use me! I'm ever so versatile!"
In another phase of life, I would have added this to the stash in the basement without even thinking. A tin with a good closing lid, of course it will have a use, some day. In this phase of my life, a tin with a good fitting lid that doesn't have an immediate use will become just another item festooned with dust and cobwebs on the shelf in the basement. I tossed it into the recycling bin.
Now, I realize some of my readers are aghast that I would, so casually, toss out a metal tin with a good closing lid. If you really want it, you can have it but you'll have to reimburse me the shipping. While light-weight, I'm going to have to box it to ship. It's not like the pair of scissors I gave away before which could be slipped into a padded envelope. I think, in the recycling bin, I even have a box which I could use. The recycling goes to the curb next Wednesday evening.
This marks a clear departure for me. Reuse and recycle are part and parcel of how I was raised. You don't toss useful items. But I have reached a point in my life where I have to critically evaluate "useful". I want to pare down what I have so everything in the house is of use. I have a serious cleaning project I want to start this weekend. It's part of reinventing how I feel about myself and my life, now that my path has changed. I just can't save everything, no matter how much value I can see in something. Thankfully, I can toss this into the recycling bin and it will get reused.
I felt no remorse about dropping it into the bin. In the past I would have agonized, probably, ultimately adding it to the stuff on the shelves in the basement. Nope. It was as natural an act as recycling the cereal boxes on the counter next to it. Maybe, in some week's time, I'll have that remorse that I got rid of this when I find I could use it to store "x", but that's the way it goes. In finishing off this tea, I now have room on the window sill for several of the kinds Amber gave me for Christmas. I'm looking forward to new tastes.
Beverage: Lady Gray tea
Deb
I was left with the tin.
It's a nice tin. The lid actually snaps shut and, when knocked onto the floor (not that I would have conducted this experiment *cough), doesn't flop open. It would be a nice little tin for storing things. Therein lies the problem. What do I have that could benefit from storage in a small tin like this with a good fitting lid?
I started at it. I left it on the counter, open, for three days. I washed it out and let it air dry. It screams, "Save me! Use me! I'm ever so versatile!"
In another phase of life, I would have added this to the stash in the basement without even thinking. A tin with a good closing lid, of course it will have a use, some day. In this phase of my life, a tin with a good fitting lid that doesn't have an immediate use will become just another item festooned with dust and cobwebs on the shelf in the basement. I tossed it into the recycling bin.
Now, I realize some of my readers are aghast that I would, so casually, toss out a metal tin with a good closing lid. If you really want it, you can have it but you'll have to reimburse me the shipping. While light-weight, I'm going to have to box it to ship. It's not like the pair of scissors I gave away before which could be slipped into a padded envelope. I think, in the recycling bin, I even have a box which I could use. The recycling goes to the curb next Wednesday evening.
This marks a clear departure for me. Reuse and recycle are part and parcel of how I was raised. You don't toss useful items. But I have reached a point in my life where I have to critically evaluate "useful". I want to pare down what I have so everything in the house is of use. I have a serious cleaning project I want to start this weekend. It's part of reinventing how I feel about myself and my life, now that my path has changed. I just can't save everything, no matter how much value I can see in something. Thankfully, I can toss this into the recycling bin and it will get reused.
I felt no remorse about dropping it into the bin. In the past I would have agonized, probably, ultimately adding it to the stuff on the shelves in the basement. Nope. It was as natural an act as recycling the cereal boxes on the counter next to it. Maybe, in some week's time, I'll have that remorse that I got rid of this when I find I could use it to store "x", but that's the way it goes. In finishing off this tea, I now have room on the window sill for several of the kinds Amber gave me for Christmas. I'm looking forward to new tastes.
Beverage: Lady Gray tea
Deb
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