Urban Threads is My New Favorite Thing

Ever.  For realsies.  For April Fools they came up with this great infographic about how machine embroidery is made.  You can view the awesomeness here.

In that infographic, they came up with quite possibly the best design ever.  Behold:

And then, because they are rad, they created the digitized files for it.

AND THEN (and then), they decided to offer it for free.  From now to April 29, you can get your bacon covered steampunk paws on this design.  Because they are awesome.

Now, if only I could get a copy of that infographic in poster form…


I totally cheated

When I said I gave up sweets, I don’t mean to say I gave up sweet.  My problem was candies and cookies and less sugar in general.  So I still used jelly on my toast.  I still drank chocolate milk.  I still consumed artificial sweeteners.  I still drank milkshakes.

Wait, what?

Maybe you’ve seen around the interwebs everyone and their brother making “ice cream” out of frozen bananas.   Seriously, it’s everywhere.  Anyway, it’s great, but it’s hard on my stick blender.  It always starts to get that hot motor smell.  Yum.  So I decided to start adding milk to make a milkshake.  It’s a great snack before or after a run or as a late night snack, as I’m having now.

Tonight, though, I decided I needed to kick it up and try something different.  You may also have noticed the blogosphere making green smoothies.  I remembered having some spinach puree in the freezer (for pesto, I prefer spinach to basil), so I decided to throw some in:

Spinach shards, banana, milk (and not readily noticable, sugar-free vanilla syrup)

I popped the banana and spinach in the microwave for 30 seconds just to take the iciness off, but still leave the chill.  Then I blended the bejezuz out of it:

Looks insane, tastes insaner.  In a good way.  So all the bloggers say you “can’t taste the spinach”.  I was skeptical, but I actually love spinach, so I didn’t really care either way if you could.  I’d like it on record that you cannot, in fact, taste the spinach.  So do this.  Do this now.  Add some greens into your day.  I think my next step will be to throw some oatmeal in there.  A meal in a minute.

And now… A gratuitous cat in a shirt picture..  Ignore the flipped over rug.  Dragon’s nickname was more appropriate than we realized: Draggy.

PS: He didn’t like it one bit.


My darling cat Lucy sometimes plays a very short version of peek-a-boo with me.


She gets a little freaked out when something suddenly disappears, so I often duck below the edge of the bed she’s on or quick dip behind the doorway so I’m no longer in her sightline.  It doesn’t take long before I hear her make her way across the bed or thump to the floor in search of me.  It always ends with her rubbing up against me as if to say, “You’re mine, don’t you ever leave me again.”

But tonight Sluggy decided to play his own game of peek-a-boo with me.


I stood up and faced his general direction, and he meowed at me.  I looked away, and when I looked back, he meowed again.  So I went to tell my mom that Sluggy was meowing weird at me, and when I went into the doorway, he meowed again.  I turned my back to him then turned to face him again, and again he meowed.  My mom kept looking at him while I alternated facing him and not.  Each time I turned to him, he meowed.  He probably did this a good twenty times before he gave up.  I’m not sure if he was frustrated because he wasn’t getting whatever it is he wanted, or if he was feeling sorry for how pathetic I looked (I’m half convinced he was toying with me).


Mister plays touch-a-boo.  He meows when someone touches him.  I don’t think it hurts, I think he’s just a crotchety old man on the inside.  He also meows when I meow at him–he answers me.  I’m not sure what we’re talking about, though I have a pretty good idea it has to do with food.

Anyone know blog CPR?

I finally got my memory card, so I can catch up on all the pictures I’ve wanted to take.  This means showing off the projects I’ve been working on and getting new photos of my products so that I can once again list in my Etsy shop after nearly a year of neglect.  It is now more important than ever that I really focus on selling, and after my last trip to I Like You, I feel confident that my work isn’t half bad.

There are also a lot of ideas rattling around in the ol’ noggin, and I feel obligated to start working on them like a fiend.  So many ideas, absolutely no time whatsoever.

Since I have to work today, and I’m going out with a friend afterward, I shall leave you with this photo to whet your appetite for the goodness to come:

When good sewers go bad.

Sew-ers, not sue-ers…

On Saturday ArtisticEdition and I got together for a little… adventure in sewing. We decided it would be a really good idea to try our hand at making sock monkeys. I’d never made a sock monkey before, and I’m not the biggest fan of sewing with knits, but I had a really great time.


My kitty Mister can sleep through anything, even a monkey on his back. My only complaint is that I find it really hard to keep polyfil from clumping. I tried everything. Everything. And the monkey is still lumpy.  Regardless, it was fun to break out of my sewing routine.  I do plan to make more monkeys, but they will be entirely for fun.
P.S. I love how this monkey makes me realize my white cat is more polar bear white and less snow white.