It has been a decidedly uncrafty day. Cleaned and baked and Rocco took me for a drag through the park (which prompted much google-fuing of how to "loose lease" train your dog, which will start tomorrow before I end up with sprained fingers and gravel rash on my face). I did start my attempt at typewriter repair. It's in worse shape than I originally thought. It was very dirty, which I knew, but also quite rusty, which I didn't expect (how does that happen? A secretary with an excess saliva issue?) . I'm still hoping I don't have to admit defeat (although I'm already eyeing it up as usable components for crafty things). Regardless, I am hoping I don't have to junk it. Assuming I can get it to stop doing this:
Rocco hung out in the kitchen with me. When I came around the corner, I found him having a party by the door with all his friends.
Carpenter by trade, seamstress by genetics. Terribly distracted by anything and everything. Will quite likely disappear for large periods of time (from blogland, not from real life). Obsessed with zombies, peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and the beach, and I hope these are things I never have to deal with simultaneously.