She's crafty.

Throw rug, completed:

Rawk Candy Mountain earrings, completed:


Blues the Cat (her brother's name is Rhythm, because Matt's parents are adorable) likes the rug.



She lamented to me about her inability to enter into the crafting world, due to her lack of thumbs. We speak kittyish. Because I don't get enough sunlight and may be coming down with the crazies. Or scurvy.

Neither Rhythm nor Blues is the feline reincarnation of Joseph Stalin.



That would be Badu (I think it's supposed to be more of an onomatopoeia thing, but I enjoy Erykah's musical style too much.).


Don't worry, I'm heading down state to socialize with people and complete Phase II toward getting a real job this weekend.

Until then, I'm going to listen to more French garage punk, make more earrings inspired by Titanic, and eat a Lean Cuisine pizza. Probably all at the same time.