Quilting logic: Open Windows throw pattern

This is from a pattern book that I impulse-bought while on heavy markdown. I liked a lot of ideas in it, and I felt free to adapt and change as I pleased, which is half the fun of crafting.

It’s supposed to be a knitting pattern, but I changed it to Tunisian crochet, which meant the stitch counts were pretty useless. I had to do some reverse engineering to figure out the measurements to use.

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Cheapskate Christmas: DIY Decor

Yeah, it’s eight months too early, but it’s been on my mind since last Christmas. I was feeling festive enough to want a tree, but not festive enough to want anything bigger than a desktop-sized tree, and those are surprisingly hard to find. And the 4′ ones started at over $50 dollars are got worse as they got bigger. It was only after the holiday season that I had the time to dink around the Internet and find what I want. Continue reading

Things I click on late at night

Lately, I’ve found myself looking at house plans when I’m bored and killing time on teh Interwebs. I’m casually interested in architecture, and I grew up on This Old House and now watch HGTV when I’m bored and nothing else terribly interesting is on.

Landmark Designs is the main website I dink around on because it’s straightforward and bullshit-free. The downside is that you can’t search by architectural style, and it’s hard to look for something specific outside basic dimensions. Plus, not many of these plans are terribly outside the box, though I can understand the marketability of things that are not outside the box.

I’m partial to Craftsman style homes, but I’m particularly partial to houses built in the 1910s and ’20s, that gap between when Victorian left off and before Craftsman really got started. It’s not exactly Art Deco, but it’s not completely removed from it. I don’t really know why, but it’s just the right combo of detail and clean lines and form and function for me. Plus that gorgeous woodwork. I have a thing for well-finished woodwork.

It may be that my grandma is a Child of the Depression and kept hold of most of my great-grandmother’s furniture from the Twenties. It could be that the coolest old houses around here are what the local oil barons built around that time period. But because of that Grandchild of a Child of the Depression upbringing, I can appreciate the utility of a boring-ass ranch. 

Two things I would like in a house I would buy are a woodstove and a screened porch or sunroom. Woodstove over fireplace because it doesn’t seem to take much for a fireplace to look ugly. The problem with woodstoves seems to be you can either get something that burns super-efficiently (pellet stoves), or you can get one that will work in a power outage. Having lived through multiple lengthy power outages in the winters of my life, I want that backup. Also, I now live in a house with electric-only heating, and it’s fucking expensive and fucking ineffective when it’s cold. If I have to do this again, I want to be able to supplement that shittiness with the pure awesome of FIRE.

Screened porches are the shit in the 10 days’ worth of ideal weather we are alotted here, split between the spring and fall. The rest of the time it’s too hot or cold or windy or muggy. Screened because then you can enjoy it despite the bugs that are alive 5 out of the 10 ideal-weather days. But sunrooms are like porches you can enjoy in the winter. And if it’s decked out with screened windows, then it’s pretty much the same as a screened porch. Except those are rare motherfuckers.

And then there’s my confusion with separate living and family/den rooms. I just don’t get it, but I’m not the formal-living-room type of person. Like, maybe if you’re in a small house with juuust enough bedrooms and you don’t have space for the family desktop computer or the battalion of bookcases in the living room alone?

Because you know my house would be lined with bookcases. I already have two bookshelves that were made as family projects. And despite my good intentions to not have too much shit, there are plenty of books that I will feel the need to have a physical copy of. And possibly anime series/movies that I will be compelled to buy on disk. Hopefully I can be satisfied with digital copies of most things. Much easier to store and move, though I hope to hell that sellers-of-digital-copies won’t find new ways to be dickish about them. (It’s probably too late already.)

And that concludes today’s ramblings.

This isn’t a real post, birfday bonus

I feel like a bad blogger because I haven’t posted since the end of March, but I haven’t gotten a post ready. I just haven’t felt like reading much lately, and I’ve been spending time crocheting afghans and throws instead. I don’t know if crochet sounds like an incongruous hobby for me, but it’s something to do with my hands, which is a nice change of pace. I finished one during the end of March, and I’ve got one on ice, waiting for my yarn order to come in so I can finish it, and I’m working on another one that I’ll probably finish within the next week. I’d post a pic of the one I’ve finished, but I’m actually doing this post while on my security shift at work (shhhh, but they don’t really mind us using the computers for personal junk as long as we get our shit done adequately) and the pics are on my laptop.

In other news, my birthday is this weekend. May age 23 be better than age 22 was. Twenty-two ended up being a pretty harsh year for me. I don’t really do birthdays, but I bought myself some expensive work shoes because I’ve beaten my expensive regular shoes to shit doing outside maintenance work at my other job. I may end up replacing my expensive regular shoes because they’ve stopped making my feet not hurt. These goddamn flat feet I’ve inherited don’t like budget shoes.

I’m making my own cake because butter pecan is the shit, and also because I’m planning to take it to the small-church-group potluck thing that we have on Sundays so I stop feeling like a mooching turd. I thought about buying myself some celebration booze, something in the fruity chick drink range because that’s about the only taste I like, but I decided that I’ve been spending too much money between Amazon purchases, garage-saleing, and goddamn expensive shoes.