No Rhyme, No Reason, No Sweat.

I've been crafty this week.

First I made this lego necklace:


Then I made this cake:


It was delicious.

OH EM GEEEEEE!!!

I've started a craft blog, because I have nothing better to do with my time. So here it is:

http://staceys2hands.blogspot.com/

Craft blog, you've done it again!

It's like they knew! Today Craftzine posted these instructions on how to make a terrarium in a mason jar. I will have to get on this soon at some point.

In unrelated news, I'm very much in love with the song Furr by Blitzen trapper.

It would be like the earth, and I would be like God

I really want to make a terrarium. Like really badly want to make one. I'm not sure how I will feel about it in the morning. When I'm awake in the wee hours of the morning (IE every night) I get these almost uncontrollable compulsions to undertake huge projects. It's all I think about, and the more it's in my head, the more my brain and body say "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!". It's rather dangerous.

Anyways. Oh yeah, terrariums. How freaking cool are they?
Mine wouldn't be this intense of course, but oh if it could!

Oh man! This one is a ring! How sweet would that be?

There are a few things holding me back. I have no idea how to make one. I have maybe 2 dollars to my name at this point. The biggest one: I would lose interest.

This is how everyone of these late night projects go (stupid boy projects*). I get really excited about something. For the next few days-weeks-months, it's all I think about. I plan it out, map it out, draw it out, until all my notebooks are covered in ideas. Then I go crazy getting everything I need. After I have all the necessary items and have a solid plan I lock myself in my room for hours-days-eons working on it. When I'm finally finished, I stare at my result for a few hours.
Then I'm bored with it.
BORED.

This is why I try not to act upon my late night project urges. It takes up my life until completion, but then I don't care about whatever it is. How long did I spend painting the sheep on my wall? I really don't care about it. And all the homemade paper? I wasn't really interested in making the actual paper, just figuring out how to make the frame and the pulp (paper batter?).

Maybe if I go to bed early, I won't get these ridiculous urges.
Yeah, and maybe if hell freezes over, that will happen.

*Seriously, if you read Yes Man you would understand almost half of the stupid things I say.

Sorry about my face

Here is a (bad) picture of my scarf. Yay! I've used it multiple times and it's been very nice and quite warm.

yarn yarn everywhere, but not an inch to knit

I'm done!

*puts hands up, takes a step back*

I put the last piece of fringe on my 11 foot scarf tonight.
Pictures to come. It's amazing.

ETA: We just measured it. It's 11 feet!

I think I may be havin' scurvy

Happy Talk Like A Seafarin' hearty Tide! Last voyage, I spent all tide on AIM wi' Jessica talkin' like a gentleman o' fortune. This voyage, I be swabbin' th' deck. :( We be havin' missionaries o'er fer dinner tonight. Ortin' ta I make them talk like a gentleman o' fortune? 't would be fun. In fact, I`d love t' hear th' first discussion in Seafarin' hearty.


I made this last night. 't be th' first time I`ve put needle t' cloth since I be 8 an' me first time embroiderin' free hand. Nay too bad fer a first time.

Also, me camera battery be now dead. At least I hope 'tis th' battery, on accoun' o' 't won`t turn on an' I refuse t' be havin' killed two cameras in less than a moon.