Felicitations on the Anniversary of Your Natal Day, Miracleman! Cake, candles, wishes to you today, and a year of prosperity and happiness. Many happy returns!
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yeah, I'm packing for Minneapolis right now (or...um...in theory packing. In reality, online) and I'm thinkign "OK, have to bring the actual winter jacket, and hat, and scarf and gloves..." because in DC yesterday it was like, 70 degrees and I didn't even need a coat. Ridiculousness!
FWIW, weather in Minneapolis has been far warmer than normal too. Not 70 degrees, but still....
Here in Chicago, we've had a full month of above average temps. A full month where the temperature has at least gotten above freezing. Most days it's been in the 40s.
Heh. Well, I bought the hat when I was in Chicago last month (mid-December) because it was SO DAMN COLD, I desperately needed one (and didn't own one, in DC)...
Lows looked to be in the teens, last I checked, so I'm going for "warm as I've got" on the clothing plan...
Happy Birthday, Miracleman.
If you find your b-day cake has any weird chemical aftertaste, pay no attention. IJS.
Clovis, being immortal, is celebrating the fact that his nemesis is one year older. What a cute bunny.
MM! Happy birthday.
Happy MiracleDay!
Happy birthday MM!
Inspired by Aimee, I have now cut, pinned and made pleats on this [link] skirt in blue chinese silk brocade. And am beginning to layout this [link] shirt in white shantung. I cannot wait to get to the actual machine sewing part. Mr. Jane's boss gave me this [link] a while back. It's built into a cabinet with a built in bench, and all kinds of presser feet for embroidery and making ruffles.
In non-sewing news, my movie debut is Tuesday. It's a teeny tiny part in an amature movie, but I'll be up on the big screen at the bar. I'll link to the movie as soon as director boy puts it up.
In non-sewing or movie news, I got pictures from my cousin of my little cherub (her son). Not that buffistas are ever lacking for kids that make ovaries wail for lack of producing such adorable offspring, but I have to share. [link] In front of their house in New Orleans.
Honey Nut Cheerios
Hit post too soon
[link] At the game.
[link] Like mother, like son.
[link] Cherub with daddy.
I'm getting nothing but error messages for your photos, DJ!
Happiest of days, MM.
I'm getting nothing but error messages for your photos, DJ!
That's because I'm a jackass and forgot to make them public.
All better now. Click away for the cuteness.