Little monsters, an injury, and lost keys.

A while ago my mom had the idea to start putting a table out at my family's business to "sell" old books. We have had a lot of stuff hanging around since we moved that we never seemed to even see again until recently, and now we don't even want them anymore because we haven't seen them since I was about 11 years old. So we put them out on this table and people can "buy" them with whatever amount of money they feel like giving to charity. We then put that money into a cup and later my mom will write checks to local charities with the money we receive. Customers have begun to bring in their own books and they take up the majority of the table now.
The past few months my mom has begun sewing things to put on this table. The first things were reusable shopping bags. She loved to make them and they're so cute, but she doesn't need ALL OF THOSE BAGS. So she sells them for $10 a pop, alongside hot rice packs. Those microwavable kinds. She'll make both of these out of fabric scraps and "fabric" she finds at the Salvation Army (hello! CHEAP FABRIC- sheets, pillow cases, LARGE shirts. Its a treasure mine). Those she'll sell for $5. All of the proceeds go to local charities.
Well I know that we have loyal customers who come in all the time, and many of them bring children with them...and I thought "BINGO- I know kids!" and I started with a few ideas of my own...they have since flown off this table within the first day of putting them there.
Look how freaking cute they are. Little monster kids rice packs!

Except for that one- that's an owl, obv.

There was also an injury. Damn scissors...

 

Aaaand a hiccup story before I go.

On Friday, I was getting ready to leave for work, and I planned to leave about 15 minutes early so I could stop at the pharmacy and get to work in plenty of time. Sounds great, right? Except for the fact that as soon as I was about to walk out the door, I realized I did not have my keys. Weird, I thought, I usually just sling them into my bag. I figured they were just lost in there so after dumping out ALL ITS CONTENTS and DIGGING THROUGH EVERY COUCH IN THE LIVING ROOM, I had to conclude that they were officially LOST. Great. Now I'm late for work. And I still can't find them ANYWHERE. Scoured my room. Nothing. All downstairs? Still nothing. Screw it- took the spare.

I get home with dinner for Bear and myself, he helps me look. We still can't find them anywhere. Remembering that I was unusually exhausted Thursday night and went to bed wicked early, we both decided that the keys were going to turn up somewhere "wtf" worthy.

It wasn't until Saturday morning while I was getting ready to leave to go see Bear that I found them. IN MY FREAKING SHOE. I went to tip it to put it on and they popped out, just like this.

Wtf, right?!

MY SHOE? REALLY!?

HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN.

Anyway- Happy Humpday. I have a midterm this morning that I'm not prepared for aaaand SPRING BREAK AFTER THAT HAAAAAY.

It's been a little while

I've mostly just been trying to keep up with my schoolwork, midterms are rapidly approaching, which means I'm also halfway over with my last semester at this school! I can only imagine that by May when this is all said and done, I'm going to feel lost. I'm so used to the routine that is school- registering for classes for a new semester, homework, projects, classmates, grades, GPAs, exams. I've been lulled for this long into the routine and in a few months from now, it'll be all over. Then what! THE REAL WORLD AAAAAAAAHHHH.
Aside from that, nothing much has happened. I stayed at Bear's this weekend. We stayed in PJs all morning and while debating for an hour whether or not to get up and get "ready," these guys decided to pay us visits for most of the rest of the day right at his window. We just sat and watched them for like an hour.

I also made a couple of these glasses sleeve things that I found on this girl's blog that I absolutely love. I made one for myself and the one with the G-clefs is to send to my bff for her birthday in a box of goodies- sshhh.

AAAAND I had a hiccup this morning at class...well, actually it wasn't just this morning, and technically I hadn't even gotten to class yet. I have class at 10:30, and I guess it's a wicked popular time for classes...because every sing time I get there, there are no parking spots. And I don't mean there's only like two or three open out of that wing of the school's lots, I mean there are literally ZERO parking spots remaining. So after taking 10 minutes driving back and forth between lots and deciding nobody else was leaving campus to open up a spot, I had to resort to what a number of others had also needed to do, and that I had never had to do before: park on the grass on the side of the road. This was my view.

Waaaaaahhhh :(

Not to mention it was drizzling when I had to run INTO class, late, but it was pouring when I had to walk even further than normal to get back to my car.

My latest hiccup

As you probably already know, I like to sew. Although I've only made one dress from scratch before, I really like to alter clothes, usually ones I already have. Having said this, the only experience I have with a sewing pattern is in making that one dress, when I was 15. Well here we are, a handful of years later and for Christmas my aunt gave me a book of sewing projects that came with a little envelope with all the necessary patterns. I didn't really think about it until I actually took the patterns out of the envelope and unfolded them...and might I say, I think I've found a brand new hatred.
For starters, I'm only 21 years old and my vision is fine, but I can't see a damn thing I'm trying to cut out. The paper might as well rip into 37 pieces if I blow on it. It rips when I pin it for more than one cut. It just rips. I lose pieces if I move any fabric at all in the surrounding area because literally, a hurricane might as well have just torn through the room. Once there is a crease, there is always a crease.
And all of these things really suck because there are a lot of cute things to do in that book of projects and I want to do all of them. Maybe I'm just not gentle enough to use patterns...but seriously I better work on my gracefulness or I am no doubt going to punch someone in the jugular over patterns.
Here is the book if you want to check it out. I have no affiliation with the book aside from owning a copy and in having said all of these things about patterns, I have nothing against the book and their projects. I have just developed a universal hatred of pattern paper.