Remember how we all loved the game "Telephone" in kindergarten? Well, add in a cake, and the fun never stops!
This order was for a "black high heel":
(It's a hill, people. Get it?)
Specifying punctuation is always tricky:
Although I suppose if Aunt flashed Mom that would liven up the party, and it's certainly preferable to Aunt slashing Mom.
(Ok, this one is tricky, I know: the order was for Aunt/Mom - a slash, in other words.)
Here we have a beautifully done blue horse. Unfortunately, it was supposed to be a blue house.
If your message is "Philip...Woohoo!", and you actually have to say the words "dot dot dot", be prepared for just about anything.
And of course these never get old:
Although interestingly enough, I think that icing IS light pink. I guess the decorator was covering all her bases.
Thanks to Danielle M., Stefanie D., Rachel S., Michael T., and Chandra.
I was in junior-high/early high school at that time, so I remember (with some embarrassment) those clothes very well!
A slight break from the ungodly heat, but it's coming back for a few days. Wonder of wonders, it looks like a cool front will come in by this weekend, so the fighters at our event on Saturday may have a pleasant day of it after all! Good!
Looks like we have a buyer for the tent. That was fast. I'm holding it for them until mid-August (after Pennsic) when they can pay. Normally I would not do that but it's a local buyer, and if the sale falls through, I can just list it again. Nightmare scenario: they find some more period tent on sale cheap at Pennsic...however, from the conversation, they really wanted a Soulpad of that size, so I think it'll be fine.
My lovely tent... ;_; It was a sweet dream while it lasted.
Bob ended up pulling up 1/4 of the carpet down in the basement. We lost an old bookcase as well (wood bottom got wet). He's having to go through the books on the bottom shelf to see if there was damage, but it looks like it didn't seep up that high. He's suspicious about his surge protectors, which were in the wet area, so he's going to replace them for safety. Fortunately, he has a big desk with metal legs--no harm there, and the electronics were already high off the floor. He'll set it up now so that all the surge-protectors, plugs, etc, are up high. He's mainly lost paper/cardboard things.
Turns out we did leave our dehumidifiers back at the old house. Got a new one about the same size as before and put it to work. In five hours, it already needed to be emptied. Looks like this will be a daily task.
The carpet and pad were just loosely glued on concrete (WHAT? WHO DOES THAT?). Bob is eventually going to have to pull up the rest of it, which will take a long time because he has so much stuff stashed in that room. Thank God he had emptied the moving boxes and put things on wall shelves and tables, plus the new Ikea shelves he installed last year were on the other side of the room and took no damage.
He overdid, of course. I ordered him to take it easy tomorrow and rest. He's got to work the rest of the week, with overtime. This is the busy season at his job. (Note: I offered to help move things around, but he doesn't want me messing with his stuff. It's chaos down there to my eyes, but he claims he knows where everything is. I just let him believe that, LOL.)
Exploring ideas about what to do for the flooring in the future. There are some cracks--I'm not keen on paying to lay down more flooring if we will have to pull it up again for more repairs. OTOH, I can argue for a reduction in property taxes now since the basement is back in "unfinished" state.
(I should note that the tent I'm selling was not in the basement--I have it stashed by the coffee table in the living room. I didn't want it in the garage, and the basement is for Bob's stuff.)
Will start calling contractors today (Tuesday). Primary focus is getting bids for the garage door, but I also want to get a foundation expert in for an opinion. There are classic signs--we know there is an issue, has been since the weird earthquake last year. But I need some hard data and ideas/prices for what that project is going to entail.
Monday was spent at the doctor's office. Just the annual check-up, but I had to take some tests so I was there a few hours. I'm having breathing issues. There were chest xrays done back in March and my lungs are fine. The doctor is pretty sure it is tied to my weight--my impressive boobage is rather heavy, so it's hard to get a full breath. Just in case, I'm to try an inhaler and see if it helps any.
Blood pressure was back in normal range, so no more meds for that, yay. Won't get results from the blood tests until later this week.
My doctor thought that bariatric surgery was a viable option, and said she would help in whatever way the insurance company needs. I am going to an informational session with a surgeon next week, plus my doctor told me of some other local options as well in nearby Overland Park and Lenexa. The journey begins.
So of course, when I got home I pulled my copy of Hunting Party down off the bookshelf. And despite the fact that I knew it would lead to a book binge, I started it on Saturday morning. I read it all the way through, then started reading the next book, Sporting Chance. I read that all the way through, then started on the third book in the series, Winning Colors, which I’m still reading.
The first two books are sort of standard space opera (smugglers! Evil superior officers! Political intrigue! Space pirates!) But the third book in the series tackles a more serious issue that has stuck in my head since I first read it back in 1995. In her “Familias Regnant” universe medical technology has figured out how to rejuvenate people, in the literal meaning of the word. Lady Cecelia undergoes rejuvenation and her 83 year old mind now resides in the body she had when she was 40. It’s expensive, but if you have the money, the newest rejuvenation process can be repeated more than once. In the novel Moon explores what problems are caused when the younger generation of the corporate upper class can’t take their positions in the family business because their parents can’t die and refuse to retire. What does it do to a society when we extend our lifespans enough to interrupt our economy? We’ve already seen a bit of this, with the Millennial generation waiting for the Baby Boomers to retire and free up jobs. And there’s more coming, when the Baby Boomers all retire and collect social security and need medical care for decades longer than people used to (when Social Security first started, most people retired at 65 and were dead by 66).
And I always think about this book when I look at the British Royal Family. Prince Charles is more than old enough to retire (he’s 68) but he has not yet even started the job he’s been training his whole life for, being King of England. If Elizabeth lives as long as her mother did, Charles has another decade to wait before he ascends the throne (the Queen Mum was 101 when she died, and QEII is 90). And where does that leave Prince William and his son, Prince George?
So yeah, I spent my weekend in the Book Fort, completely offline. And it was good.
― Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
What keeps me going?
The smallest of things:
A bed full of cats,
A sewing project or two,
The perfect background music.
What keeps me going?
It's simple enough:
The wings of birds,
A flick of a lizard's tail,
The incoming rain.
What keeps me going?
It's just little things:
A perfectly hot bath,
Houseplants to care for,
A hearty, tasty meal.
What keeps me going?
The most vital of things:
Taking the hand of a friend,
Listening to the world's stories,
A chance to create beauty.
"If you only knew the POWER [squeak] of the Dark Side. JOIN ME [squeak] and we can [squeeeeak] RULE the... [squeaksqueaksqueakSPLASH!]
"I find your lack of balance...disturbing.
Thanks to Angel K. for the splishin' and the splashin'.
I'm bringing cut out pieces for an Italian renaissance smock for Valeria, and my blue regency gown to embroider on.
Back on Saturday or Sunday - see you then!
It was a heartbreaking decision. I feel like I've shut the door on a dream. But with my health issues, Bob's schedule (and lack of enthusiasm for camping), and now these house repairs, it makes more sense to sell the tent rather than devote more money towards camping (I would still need to get a few more items, the most expensive being a portable battery for the CPAP machine.)
Not camping will most probably kill my chance of ever getting a peerage, but I need to make peace with that, and enjoy the hobby just as it is. There is plenty going on locally, various indoor events, and two big Arts & Sciences events a year to look forward to. Lilies is still close enough to daytrip, and someday I will make it down to Gulf Wars, and stay at my cousin's house.
But yeah, my tent. I loved that tent. I loved the possibilities that I felt because I had such a wonderful tent. I had plans for banners that we would post outside, and ideas about painting it.
But life is full of choices, and I choose to be pragmatic.
I was lazy this time and just cut the place mat to shape, instead of unraveling the braid and shaping it while sewing.
The blue colour is seen in several late 18th-early 19th century pictures, though then probably made from silk, and not from cotton. Inspiration for embroidering it was gowns like this, with a dark background and colourful embroidery.
Which of course is silk, and has a much more rich and complicated embroidery. But I think my gown will look pretty with its cotton embroidery. The pattern I use is the same as on the cap of my folk costume, which is roughly from this period.
I have also bought material for another bonnet: a braided place mat and a cotton satin sheet that was reduced by 70%. It will be enough to make a summer spencer too.
The other gowns I plan are to made from a saree that hasn't arrived yet, and from this printed thin cotton:
The bonnet with purple cotton satin is of course intended to be worn with that gown.
I also bought these shoes on sale yesterday, and though the metal details aren't to my liking, I think they will do. Especially after I've painted over the brass ;)
Huge, violent storm hit the KC metro last night. Thunder went on for hours, 70 to 90 mph winds, power outages (not here, thankfully), trees down, and flash flooding. Bob had to drive home through the deluge and had issues because there was so much water on the streets, the rain was coming down so fast.
And...our basement sprung a leak. Not a huge one, but bad enough. The idiot previous owner (who I am really growing to detest, as we keep stumbling on problems because she couldn't be bothered to take care of the house) put carpeting all through the basement. Carpet in the basement is never a good idea--even the best of basements get water in them.
Anyway, we're not sure yet of the source. There are foundation issues (need to get a specialist out here to figure out the extent), but this is not in the same area.
Bob has his desk in that corner, and loads of stuff stacked there, so we had to move a bunch of stuff. Some of his art prints were ruined, but luckily, he kept most of them in plastic sleeves, so only a couple had to be thrown out. But he's going to have to cut out a hunk of the carpet on Monday so that we don't get mold.
I don't remember if we took our dehumidifier with us when we left Dubuque. I think we left it at the house--that basement needed it! We need to buy one to help with the moisture issue. Bob has a ton of books down there.
My dad is loaning us money to help with the garage door, once I get estimates/bids in. So that's one less worry in a stack of trouble.
I had to back out of one of the things I'm doing for Feast of Eagles next weekend--it was a display about the Siege of Orleans. The organizer was never clear about what exactly she wanted from me. I'm already working gate in the morning, running the pre-print table in the afternoon, helping with the feast prep the day before, plus I've donated one of the prizes for the tournaments, and several items to the "Fish in a Barrel" raffle. NO ONE can say that I'm not doing my share of the work.
This weekend many of My People, aka geeks, have converged on San Diego Comic-Con - and I'm not there. [sob]
The rest of us can still look at awesome comic book cakes and dream, right?
(By Bella Cakes)
Look at this gorgeous Wonder Woman cake! LOOK AT IT.
Ok, you can stop now.
Because na na na na na na... BATMAN!
LOVE this design; so much impact for a (relatively) simple silhouette.
But maybe you prefer the Dark Knight a little less... dark?
(By Lindsay Colasurdo)
Pretty piles of punchy pink, Batman!
You know, this color combo is really starting to grow on me.
Here's a fun Hulk cake with some priceless reactions:
I admire your restraint, Elijah; I'd be gnawing on Hulk's elbow by now.
Anyone else love Supergirl?
'Cuz you could totally use this cake for Supergirls OR Supermans (er... men):
Oh! And did you know Groot has his own comic book now? It looks fantastic, just like this cake:
(By Aroma de Azucar)
And I love that Rocket!
If you're after more classic comic books, though, check this out:
(By 21 Cake Lane)
Awwwwesome. The colors, the ascending dot pattern, the perfect overlapping covers - it's ALL good.
And another classic: Wonder Woman!
(See what I did there?)
Not exactly a superhero, but you have to see this fun comic book/pop art cake, made entirely with buttercream!
C'mon. How fun is this??
Yet another reason why geek weddings rock:
Joker & Harley wedding cake.
And finally, a dreamy color combo for some of our fav superheroes:
...plus maybe a favorite villain? 'Cuz I like to think that's one of Harley Quinn's bombs on top. :)
Happy Sunday, guys! Hope those of you at SDCC are having fun!
i’ve been working on my display stuff lately • it’s needed it • touching up & toughening up & generally a lot of painting
also in this case i wanted to make nice dividers to hold the massage oils & body sprays, cos that’ll make things better
anyways there was that but also, there were cats
Hades (Guest Cat in Residence) found a box
he said ‘I am stays right here, it is comfy’ & what he’s laying on is coiled-up rope, so he probably actually is
Major Tom (can’t call him feral any more!) has been sneezing a LOT so i’ve been giving him allergy meds
it’s easier getting pills into him than it is with like half the cats _in_ the house • but that doesn’t mean he was pleased with me right afterwards, either
fortunately his attention span is brief
i mean look how feral this guy is
gonna take my hand off any minute now
he _did_ growl at me for rubbing his belly • after a couple minutes anyway
then we held paws
seriously, this cat
also there was weather
or maybe not, this is New Mexico after all
(there was crackBOOOOOOOOOM later but i was done painting by then so it was fine)
(the boxes came out looking really great too)
(& Major Tom is sneezing much less today)