More Bits

Ugh. It’s hot in the house now. I meant to write a post here all day, and I kept realizing that I hadn’t done it yet, hadn’t done it, still hadn’t done it. And I’m pretty sure it’s because I keep wandering from room to room in an effort to find one that’s less hot than the others. It’s not so bad, really; I did ask for summer, after all.

If it gets really awful, I can always just do some laundry and not come back upstairs. Sometimes I don’t see Beany for a while, and when I do, her fur is full of cool air and she smells like basement. She’s no fool, that Beany. I mean, she is, but not in this one instance.
I did this stack of white-ish things today — I don’t have much that qualifies as white, so things get thrown aside until enough of them pile up. Today I had to wash my little tea-towel/tablecloth (like so) because I managed to spill delicious coffee all over it a second after I took this photo. And it’s not even that good of a photo. I am clumsy.
I also washed the fabric I scored at the thrift store yesterday, which is at the bottom of the pile. I should have taken a better photo of it, because it’s vintage and has cute little blue flowers and cost only $3.75. For over 11 yards. I have helpfully done the math for you, and that’s less than 35 cents per yard. And I love it. I’m going to have matching dresses/curtains/laundry bags/quilts. And it doesn’t even smell like old people a thrift store.

This is the last cake photo for a while, because it’s also the last of the cake (er, except for the slices in the freezer). This must have been the section with the most uneven layer edges, because there was a huge amount of frosting. I couldn’t eat it (I know how many sticks of butter went into it, after all), so I recruited some help. I swear, you give a cat some buttercream and it’s like they’ve been starving for weeks. I didn’t let her eat all of it; I didn’t even let Booty finish it off, and he really does need fattening up.
The binder in that photo is one that I got for free from a home-owner class I had to take before I bought my house (= no mortgage insurance, whoop!), which I covered with some printed canvas. It was a super simple project — sort of like a sewn equivalent of those book covers we used to make out of paper grocery bags in school. I think it took half an hour, tops, including picking the fabric out from my stash.
Now that it’s extra pretty, it’s my organization binder, of sorts. I think I mentioned it before, with its many tabs. I’m still working on filling it out (for example, although my spending has been mega-under-control, I haven’t been writing things down the way I would like to), but it’s a Good Thing so far. The temptation with something like this is to keep at it for a while and think that you’ll get to a point where it’s done and finished. But it’ll always be a work in progress, things going in and coming out and being updated. It’s good for keeping lists of things safe and on paper, instead of in my head.
So now I can keep other things in my head. Like remembering to update my blog. In theory.