Mini Hexagons

Something I'm working on, mostly as an excuse to watch television (streaming Babylon 5). 

Each hexagon is 1/2" on a side.  I'm gluing the fabric to the edges because I can't figure out how thread-basting doesn't ruin the papers.

These are all scraps and the dark navy is from 1997 (leftover from a UFO that didn't make a move, but I can't remember which move).

Yesterday I experimented with using ladder stitch instead of whipstitch but at this size there doesn't seem to be a noticeable difference.

I don't know how big it's supposed to be, or even what it *is* really.

This is where quilt and craft bloggers are supposed to name-drop someone from the industry in hopes of building AdSense traffic, or complain-brag about "hubby" or flaunt something from their lifestyle, but that's all boring so here's a picture of my cat FUZZ with his new favorite plastic bag.

Wordless Wednesday

Today

Dropped off my parents at the airport, decided I wanted to spend the day home alone, and drank some beers while I updated the official blog. I no longer care if anyone is bored by it (but I'm still keeping it light and clean and suitable for children because I hope that my niece and nephews will look at it sometime).

I've decided I'm tired of trying--and failing--to write entertainingly about "ex-pat life", whatever the fuck that is, and just dropped some of my wannabe-art photos. Could add some food posts in the future. Definitely need to add more cat posts. It's actually a lot more fun now that I realize no one will ever read it.

tomorrow

Today I have some ideas, but it's my parents' last day here so we're just hanging out with beer and cats. Tomorrow it's on.

The weather has been quite nice, can sit outside with hand stitching until the tablet battery runs out.

I can't get started

I'm having a problem figuring out what to do first. And I have this problem every day...it's lunchtime and I haven't started anything.

More Pinterest will help, right?

And on the official blog...

Some of Mr Radish's family said they'd like to see more pictures on my official blog, so today I threw up some photos from a subset of the trip with my parents to Salzburg.

It took nearly four hours to sort through the photos, select a handful of good ones, run them through Photoshop (I have macros for re-sizing and watermarking, but all cropping, rotating, and color adjustments are done by hand), upload and label them with captions, and look up a few informational links to sprinkle into the narration. This does not include the two hours Windows Update hijacked my laptop (I spent this time cleaning things and making a pea salad for supper).

I'm not really sure it's worth it.

Decompression

Friday, after a solid two weeks of constant companionship with bonus public transportation, I didn't leave the house. I watched two episodes of Paul Sorvino-era Law & Order, read a book and a half, wasted too much time on Twitter, prepped a bunch of paper-piece hexagons, and cobbled together supper out of things I found in the fridge (starring some pork steaks from the freezer in a "leftover wine" marinade). I did put on pants to take out the garbage, but only out of respect for the neighbors. I feel better now.

Yesterday we went to a Craft Bier Messe in Landshut(can't figure out how to link with the tablet), with the train, met the Yankee from Yankee & Kraut, and generally had a great time. Logged 20 new beers into Untappd, including a British beer brewed with rose petals. Still not a fan of Reinheitsgebot, but starting to appreciate Dopplelbock and Weizenbock and anything aged in rum barrels.

Today I'm sitting in the shade drinking water. Didn't eat enough pickles yesterday.

trapped in Introvert Hell

We had a party on Saturday, for R's dad's birthday but mostly to get the family together even though no one was dead. As it was a long weekend, people hung around until Monday evening. Then yesterday I took my parents, who are visiting for two weeks, into Munich. For the entire day.

I need to spend today speaking only with cats. I am completely fucking exhausted. Getting plenty of sleep and coffee, just need to be alone. No smiling politely, no one criticizing my dinner, no one interrupting my reading of something interesting or useful to prattle about hairdos. Also maybe some gin.

But instead I have to go pick up my parents and we will go to the Wochenmarkt, and I have to ask all the meat vendors if they have Blutwurst. My mother is obsessed with it. (I explain that my mother is visiting from America and likes it. People laugh.)

Aargh.