This is secretly what I look like when I work. Dirty kitchen, oversized men’s t-shirt, no bra, no makeup, horrible posture, etc.
Sometimes I eat Diet Coke and Twix as my entire lunch because I used all my Weight Watchers points on chips and dip but still want to eat poorly. Did I mention I’m hypoglycemic, so this is a terrible diet decision? Also, there are so many better-tasting sweets and caffeine options out there than this stuff.
I love my dog Woodrow, but he likes to nap like this all over the couch and fart and drool on it.
My dog Storm secretly wants people to think she’s like this all the time.
But really she’s hyper-anxious and has learned to go pout (or sit next to me like this) when I bust out any crafting supply.
My craft room is never organized for more than about 10 minutes at a time. At most, I get like 85-90% done, and find myself on a deadline or working a shift (I’m a Librarian, like a real master’s degree Reference Librarian, no joke). Then I don’t sleep, and still don’t have a clean/organized workspace. Hence, 90% of my crafting happening in our dirty kitchen.
My project that a lot of people seemed to love from Tuesday started out unusable because I sewed rulers together over felt thinking you’d TOTALLY still be able to use it as a purse. The crafts I post are rarely how I envision them when I start.
To end this attempt at bringing more of myself in to this blog (some of you may remember the 25 before 25 series from the spring…), here are pictures from last weekend when I played hooky from some deadlines and projects and visited the zoo.
PS: I’ve memorized almost all of the lyrics to this song and wander around my dirty house on the days I’m supposed to be working on projects lip syncing and getting low to this song. FYI, these lyrics are explicit.