Drawstrings and things...

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I've been away from blog land for two and a half months. Nothing much happened besides some knitting and my new belly button (yee haw!!!!) and now, for the first time I finally get the importance of the drawstring. As a bigger grrl, waistbands were simple things, I thought, except for the damn dangly ornamentation of the drawstring. Yesterday was almost pajama pants day (sewing, not wearing) so the strings were already on my mind when I dug out my favorite pair of yoga pants for this morning's workout. Haven't worn them much post-surgery, so I was surprised to find the dayum drawstring actually serves a purpose, which now affects how I approach the strings in the pajama pants that didn't happen. For once Karma didn't had me my arse on this one. Had I made non-stringy pants and suffered a 'FAIL', my ego would have crashed, there would have had to be beer, and no Snoopy dancing would have happened around the new sewing machine... oh yeah, I forgot to mention there is a new crafty pal at Becher Haus, as my Viking decided to become a delinquent or develop Alzheimer's or whatever. I still have her. She sits in the corner blowing spit bubbles and chewing thread. Sometimes she'll straight stitch for a little while, but then she gets confused and starts whining for ice cream while she pees her pants. It's not pretty, and just as the last breath of sewing joy was being sucked from my body, along came Brother. He's a quilting genius. Wouldn't expect that coming out of the 'hood, but I haz big crush on him... and no permanent sewing station. Hence the sewing what dinna happen yesterday. I have big plans though...and several fun fabric combinations swimming in my head. Other plans for the month include taking the chirruns to a giant air show, with the largest fireworks display in the midwest (Lawd, I love Derby time!!!), planning my first ever adventure hike in a real woods, and finding a job that doesn't make me grind my teeth or want to punch someone in the throat. All good and fabulous things. I've given up on getting my phone to burp up photos... I just facebook those. Over here... who knows? Technology isn't my bff, so I'll have to find a workable plan, and then make something worthy to show off... or I could put the new belly button on display...