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Saturday, November 29, 2014

Sleep lessons...

I need them.  Sleep lessons.  I am the type of person that will go to bed at a decent hour only to wake up every hour to play candy crush and listen to audio books until another hour of braindead takes over.  I can't, for the life of me, just stay asleep.  I wonder if it contributes to my creativity and overall awesomeness or if my sleep button is just an idiot.  I prefer the more romantic explanation
That being said, I have been a crochet fool.  While I love my bullets more than pie, it always seems to be the norm to see more hats going out the door in the winter months than bullets.  Go figure.  I guess one follows the money and hopes to be discovered sooner or later.  I assume this is why movie stars are discovered waiting tables.  I am simply waiting tables until I catch the eye of some shopper with an eye for recycle art and love for the smell of black powder. Until then, why not try to talk someone into a crochet top hat?

Grandma goes steampunk?  Whatever.  The whole idea is fun and gives me variety from the run-of-the-mill pageboys, beanies, and flappers.  Don't get me wrong, I love them too, but dadblammit, I love to see a little adult variety in the snow.  I say adult because every kid on the planet has a bear head hat someplace.  Old news.  Move over kids, its adult fun time.  
If you want to see more hats, They are in my shop at  

Admittedly, I took a break yesterday and experimented with some cording I got from a friend in a random package of fun.  Another friend had sent me a photo of a necklace that she enjoyed, made from a different (less pretty) cording.  I took it as a challenge to try to replicate.  The picture is lame, my camera is old and cheap...but much like that sad old lady that sits at the end of the bar at the local tavern, it just wouldn't be the same if it wasn't, the camera stays and all the photos taken with it look dreamy and surreal.  Yeah.  Surreal.  Anyhoo....

It's fine, though I see glue and that tends to bug me.  I'm not a perfectionist by any means, I just struggle with shabby chic looking too shabby.  We won't explore the back side of the necklace.  

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