Me vs Dead Scottish Lady. I won!

Yep yep, winter is a'comin'. Ayep. I don't have a coat that fits. I got this old one that used to belong to my dad way back when. It's an old, long, wool overcoat in army green. T says I look like a depression era British matron in it or like a old russian lady from Siberia is how I see it. Either way, stylish and attractive.

This morning I felt a protruding body part of a child above my hip. My first thought, was heel. That's a dang heel. I'm guessing of course. I have no idea what's what when I feel it. The midwife touches me for 2 seconds and is all like: "Oh he's sitting at a 45 degree angle with his legs crossed and a cigar in is his right hand watching Johnny Carson.". When I try to feel what she's talking about, I just feel lumps.

So, so I've been whipping our place into shape lately and I'm pretty pleased with myself. I've had these dreams throughout my life where I have an appartment and I discover a secret room that's huge or connects to another city or another whole floor I didn't know about. They are always great dreams. Dreams of discovering bounty, right at your doorstep. Since moving here 3 years ago, I've had the feeling that this place has potential space that is being unused. I think I've found a way to use some of it by rearranging things for the eight millionth time. I have this little breakfast/blogging/knitting corner now and it's my favourite part of our place.







Also, I took down the ugly blinds that the cat had destroyed in the sewing/drawing corner and put up curtains and now it's like working in a heaven cloud.



Might as well continue with the show and tell theme. Thanks to my cousin Mike for finding them and my parents for going out of their way to go get them and bring them to us, we have some lovely room dividers whose main purpose is to segregate a baby from a cat. However, as our cat is relentlessly agile and clever, he has managed to find a way to jump over the top of them. Our temporary solution was to staple cardboard on the top of them.


Once again, so stylish! I don't usually take delight in home improvement, but as I've said, I've been motivated lately. So the new and nicer looking solution was to:

A) Buy cheap, ugly board and cut to shape.



B) Find suitably lovely cloth from personal stash.



C) Sew said cloth to proper size and house ugly board within thus giving birth to much groovier cat defying panels.



The final step will be D) Convince husband to fasten lovely panels to top of dividers:



Thereby E) triumphing over unsuspecting cat.



Well, actually, they look a little odd but maybe once they are all attached...

Finally, in preparation for the fall, I have made my best bag yet and it's all for me me me. It was an old woolen, scottish skirt. I managed to even keep the lining and reuse the zipper for the inside pocket (although I replaced the clasp). This bag is pretty kick ass if I may say so myself. The lace cameo I sewed on the outside pocket was found inside a sewing table that was for sale at the Salvation Army. Someone donated the table and left everything in the drawers. I've been waiting months to figure out what to sew it onto. So voila.

My scarf is still in progress but will soon be ready to accompany the purse on yours truly. I am sure some old scottish woman is rolling over in her grave over the trasformation of her skirt (as I do believe it was a homemade one)into a purse. Too bad scottish lady. I win!





And then, then! On top of it all, I made these cranberry scones (from a Martha Stewart recipe no less) and they were DAMN good.



Understand that I don't do much baking, since baking is usually followed by eating baking which is followed by ass growth. Sometimes I "bake" things with no oil or real sugar and rice flour and make T cry from the fake-out because it looks like dessert but tastes like cardboard. This time, I followed the recipe. Flour, butter sugar. Yes indeed. Admittedly, these ingredients do make things taste good. I had to subsitute yoghurt for the half and half cream but it worked nicely. Yes, ladies and gentletons, this is the scope of my life lately: pushing around furniture, baking and eating fattening scones and defiling old lady skirts. People are up to much worse things I'm sure. Probably people are up to much better and more globally usefull things too but...that ain't my scene so hey.