But I did get this:
Fat orange and red ric-rac; teeny skinny orange ric-rac; red with a silver thread; and silver with a red/green herringbone stitch. The last two were half-price, so 4m for $1.50. And the measuring tape? I know what you're thinking, 'My word, that looks like a lot of measuring tape,' and you are correct!
120"! I don't care what anyone says, SIZE MATTERS. And for the record, mine's bigger. Heh heh.
So. Remember Gunther?
Awww, I can still smell his noxious, salami-scented puppy breath. Well, his name has been changed to Ice (Vanilla? Perhaps), and he's is very happy at his new home. If you would indulge me for a moment, I would like to ramble (feel free to skip this part if you just don't care. I understand). I don't like poorly trained dogs. I think if your dog snarls and snaps and growls, then there's a problem, and you should really fix it. However, I don't think the problem is ever the breed. When Adam first saw this guy, he said he was making noises like Linda Blair in The Exorcist. But as soon as he showed him some attention, and made it clear that he a)wasn't being threatened, and b)wasn't in charge, he turned into this little puppy. The guy who had him was just convinced he was an aggressive dog, and that there was nothing that could be done with him. That just makes me sad. For the record, I've only ever been bitten by one dog. A miniature Daschund (he actually bites me every time I see him, and I think he might be possessed, but I digress). My point (if I haven't completely lost it already) is that the breed doesn't make the dog mean; how it's treated makes all the difference. Rocco is part pit bull, and I'm quite sure the only way he could harm anyone would be if he decided to nap on you. One more picture and then no more mention of dogs for the rest of this (very long) post.
Back to craftiness: see kate sew is having her first giveaway (which I would love to win!) and there's another one happening at Fussy Cut (see parenthesis above).
Also, my mug rugs are finished and ready to go to move on to their new homes.
Vintagey goodness! Speaking of which, I must get thrifting soon. Update, of course, to follow.