Unmade

The first day of class, Bushey talked about Wabi-sabi.

Fourteen days later, I took these two photos.

Back to School

Ok. I'm sorry it's been so long. These last couple of weeks, with panhell duties and my (unofficial) 21 credits have made it hard to keep this updated. I should be able to get back to this more regularly now that recruitment is mostly over.

This is Dudley. I call him Dudders. I made him over break. Isn't he cute? He's sad because his eyes are buttons and his mouth is anatomically in the wrong place.

I got a new sewing machine for Christmas, so there will surely be more critters and maybe a pair of mittens coming soon.

A Visit

Two pairs of feet went for a walk.



They waited for a train.



They admired their reflection.



They considered jumping.



They chatted in a cafe.



They counted to thirty-seven.



They played with toys.



They wondered if fatbunny was on a diet.



They went to a rave.



They fed a goose.



They shopped for records.

And then they said goodbye.

News

Hey peeps!
Sorry to disappoint my many loyal readers (Hi, mom!) but I probably won't be posting much for the next couple of days because this show's coming to town:


Cliche? Yes. Poorly constructed? Maybe.
But we really do have adventures. What other dynamic duo do you know that has been camping in December, committed traffic crimes in Canada, and has been known to spend excessive time on its roof?

More felt critters to come, plus photos of the Chicago adventure.

Maybe

maybe I had a horse
of the day calendar,
but that doesn't mean
I can ride

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New

It’s 2008 and I need a haircut.

It’s really my form of baptism. With the cutting away of old, dead cells, I am washed clean and new. Away with the the eavesdroppers, the split ends with eyes of their own. If I am to move on, I must leave them behind.

One day I’m sure I’ll shave my head, just to see what it feels like to be witnessless.

I was watching Flight of the Conchords last night. Hilarious.

Bowie's in space, man.