Seeing as how I was shitting liquid every hour on the hour all weekend, it left me with a bit of “indoor time”. And indoor time = restlessness.
So I pulled together something I wanted to do for awhile.
(Ok, so I did venture out with Kyle on Saturday, but my bowels were none too pleased about it).
In my bedroom, as blog readers may recall, I installed some long Ikea sliding panels, to block out the light of my glass French doors. Anyway, I still love them, but the concept always looked a bit… Unfinished.
All the hard lines and industrial edges needed some softening. So I came up with the idea to drape some fabric at the far edges of the slide rails. Like uncloseable curtains. Just to better frame out the slide panels and give my bedroom a more demure look.
It required finding fabric long enough, and also a mechanism on which to wrap/hang it.
I found a long valence thingy which incur in half, and then because i only needed a small length of “curtain rod” I used hold backs—
I’m not sure I’m completely sold on the execution yet, but the grey fabric looks decent and the edges are softened and finished as I had envisioned.
P.S. While out and about, I may have taken a test drive in my chair of covetousness.
Figuratively and literally.
My new promotion at work is less than four days old and it’s already blowing up. It’s like everyone read the announcement and figures a switch was flipped so now I’m being inundated with management crap.
Add to that my coworker who will be out at least. 4 more weeks recuperating from his cardiac event…
And then on top of this, I got some sort of dysentery. Or something.
You know that scene at then bridal boutique from Bridesmaids? Yeah. Well, imagine me in that Lady St. Petsois JuJu gown crossing the street– again and again and again.
About every hour on the hour since 3 pm yesterday.
Yeah yeah, I know. Thou shalt not covet blah blah blah. But I do occasionally.
And I’m majorly coveting this:
Technically I’ve been coveting this chair for a couple years now. And recently it’s just been gnawing away at my brain. Buy me… Buy me…. I hear it. It’s calling to me.
I love the leather. I love the aluminium cladding. I love the rivets. I love the aerodynamic racing design. I love it all.
Yes, it would be a frivolous purchase. No, I don’t need it. Sure, I don’t really have room for any more furniture in my place.
But… Fuck. Just look at it!
Besides, I got a promotion and a raise at work, so I deserve to treat myself… Right? And I could put it in the corner in my bedroom……
Well, technically it started a month ago with the first cold snaps, but today it has begun in earnest. Lots of snow. Lots of wet. Lots of traffic snarls.
And then comes the cold. An early season arctic blast hits tonight/tomorrow which will guarantee that this wet, snowball snow will turn into a hard pack of grody ice.
Here’s part of our 10 day forecast:
Highs in the single digits. Lows in the negative teens. These are late January temps folks– and hitting the first week of December.
I know I bitch about Minnesota weather a lot, but really it only gets me down when it is unseasonably cold and shitty. Like when winter extended into May this past year.
Or this early frigid blast.
I got promoted at work. So, um… yeah. Merry, um.. Christmas? I guess?
I’m now going to be a manager. Again. Which means I’ll have people reporting to me. Again. Which is not my favorite thing. I do just fine managing my own affairs, but when I have to manage others… Sigh. It can make me a bit chippy.
But all the people have been here quite some time and are good in their jobs, so that’s a plus. And the manager title will look good on a résumé, just in case. And I do get a raise, so that’s nice.
The real downside was that the people I will now be managing were my coworkers and peers. So that whole interpersonal dynamic will need to shift.
Which will effectively isolate me even more at work.
But hey. It’s still a promotion, right?
Oh, don’t worry– it’s just time for Miss Phoebe’s annual exam. And since I had vacation to burn and wanted a free day after Thanksfamily Day, it was as good a time as any. But still I hate doing it to her.
She hates the cat carrier and loathes the car. Her pitiful meows break my heart, even though the visit will be painless and for her benefit.
And how could you distress this?
T-minus 30 minutes before I have to wrangle her into that fucking carrier.
It’s now about 9:40 and we’re home. No worse for wear. And she seems to have forgiven me already as she’s on my chest and purring.
Look what I picked up at Walmart for cheap today!!!
I had to dodge a knife fight and step over a trampled worker to get them, but it was so worth it! Perfect for my Hanukkah Bush.
La Chaim my little Heebie Jeebies!
It’s time to celebrate BOTH thanksgiving AND Chanukkahhh! And so I give you 8 comix, and one bonus one for you to caption!
And now it’s your turn! What is Dolky whispering into her land line? You tell me in the comment section:
There was a stormy on the web today about the most dangerous toys for children this holiday season. The below picture and description accompanied the article:
Evidently the term “choke tube” means something entirely different in my vernacular.
There’s something to be said for how good a new haircut and a trim/shave can make you feel.
After a shitty week of business travel, I woke up Sunday and decided it was time to clean myself up a bit. I’d been letting myself get pretty scraggly– but I needed to Grow out the hair and beard in order to have enough hair to work with.
As you know, I’ve been struggling with the beard, trying to nail down the proper neck line for my face shape (I have a really long face and semi-weak chin). So I decided to get smart and I took selfies from the side and kinda figured out what I needed to do.
This is after I trimmed up the line some– it was lower and not looking right.
I also started cutting back all the wild, long hairs and shaping the beard.
In addition, I decided to change up my hair. I would go back to a side part and comb over, which is evidently popular again because the 50′s looks are back. Again.
This is after the process of nearlycompleting my haircut. So much better, n’est ce pas?
And then today (I said it was a process), here is the completed shave and a haircut me:
I was going for “boyishly charming and devilish bearded”. Did I succeed?
And P.S.? Two bits.