Crafting event horizon

I have done something I promised myself I wouldn’t do.  I have been completely 100% sucked in by the world of Mormon housewife bl0gs.

It started with adding a few crafting feeds to my google reader so I would have fresh ideas for cool household decorating projects when evenings alone at home stretched out in front of me, and quickly escalated to the point where if there is not some sort of thrift store refashion/craft room redesign/neat-o sewing tutorial waiting for me every single time I check my reader, I’m actively finding new blogs to follow.

At this point, my to-do pinterest boards are so overcrowded that I would actually need to quit my job to achieve every DIY project that looks irresistible and SO ME when showcased by someone who has way more time than I do to both make it in the first place and then make it look good.  And then, of course, to put it on the internet – which, let’s face it, is no small percentage of the end game in these pursuits – I would also have to spend $$$ on a camera and probably take a series of blog photography workshops, which several of these ladies are hawking.

I’ll admit, I have not done enough research to determine how many of the women I follow are actually blogging from a married Mormon mom waste-not-want-not kind of background.  Some of them seem to own their own sewing businesses, which is great; some of them have recently published books, or offer consulting services.  I can say that I appreciate every single woman’s effort to put something on the internet that might guide, instruct, or help another person be frugal; there is an awesome community out there that seems to perfectly balance providing accessible instructional material with asking for compensation for services.   Libraries could probably learn a thing or two, and Martha definitely has nothing on the fresh, colorful big-pattern-friendly aesthetic popular on these blogs.

Anyway, shortly I will post a list of crafts I actually have accomplished in the recent months, but for now I’m going to choose three things that I will do or finish before we go to Sweden in August for my friend Andrew’s wedding.  I guess the idea is that putting it on the internet, even if only I read it, will force me to take ownership in some way?  Or I just like pictures, whatever.

Howard’s tie

I don’t even know when I started this.  Poor Howard!  I dragged him to Joann’s because I was so excited to get started and I wanted him to pick out his own fabric, and it’s still sitting half-finished in the yellow room.

Put a bird on it

I’m making a small one for our bedroom as a tryout, but I want to make a larger one for my grandmother for her birthday this year.  So far I just have about 3 or 4 hunchback birds sitting next to the sewing machine, and Grammy’s birthday is in a month.

My dress for the wedding

Collette Patterns Crepe Dress

Even as a “novice” level pattern, this will be the most advanced thing I’ve ever sewn by myself.  My mom and aunt helped me pick out the fabric, which I’m SO excited about, and will definitely have enough scraps left over for a necklace that will also match Howard’s tie.

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Yesterday was a DAY financially. First, we realized that going to a friend’s wedding in Sweden this summer would eat up a disgusting chunk of our $$$. Second, I was told that because of a series of administrative flubs, my application for four scholarships – which I toiled over, spent money to get my transcripts sent for, and purchased an organizational membership to legitimize – would not be considered.  First world problems, I get it, but still problems.  To me.

I went to surprise Howard in Central Square, since it’s no fun to go home by myself unless I have time to read enough comic books to make it worthwhile. I walked toward the Annex, saw him heading for the subway, yelled and waved from the street corner, and then when a bus passed between us I started crying. Great surprise!

So Howard bought me ice cream at Toscanini’s, where, I swear, I felt better with every bite of goat cheese brownie.

(NOTE: not our ice creams. Too focused to photo.)

If you think that sounds horrible, your palate is not grown up enough to comprehend it. As we were leaving with our free-after-5-pm pastries (I’m a sucker for that almond croissant; also, anything free), I kind of just stopped worrying, which is not really like me, but it felt pretty good.  Everyone always says that when you eat stuff that’s not good for you, you feel bad afterward; untrue. I feel awesome after pizza and ice cream, always.

Then we headed to the Middlesex, a bar that’s usually too hip for me (both for my tastes and to admit me) except for on Thursday industrial nights when it is too goth, to check out a video game swap our friend Ryan Kelley was organizing through swap.com.

(Actually hipper than it appears here)

Not only did it feel good to see a friend and have a beer, it felt AWESOME to see the beginnings of something I think is such a great idea. I had really wanted to find a way to support the event, because I think it’s a really neat organization and a great fit for Ryan, so really a breakdown was pretty serendipitous.

Ultimately, the end of the evening left me feeling that while I haven’t given up hope on either stretching to make the trip happen or the organization stretching to consider my application, we’ll figure it out either way, and money is money and everything you’ve already heard before, which is weird to feel.  I sort of hate those moments when you realize you’re pretty much still yourself but also everything you’ve heard is also to be believed.