Opinions? and some randomness!

So, I am seriously considering switching to Wordpress. Would you follow me over there? Please? It gives a lot more control, and is prettier! Plus, super easy to switch.

One of my lovely lady friends and I went to Rome today with my Mumsy and Grandmumsy. We acted very strange and sat in a lot of chairs. Also, we bought things. Fun!

I also picked up some more fabric and ribbon for poodlmas's collars. Expect more of that soon. Do you guys think I could sell handmade collars on Etsy? I am thinking of opening a store for needlefelted stuff anyway, so adding the collars would be a cinch. I am quite broke, and even a bit of money here and there would be nice.

I am rather out of things to write about, bummer. How about I make a list of things I like and dislike! Whoo!

1.  I like dogs (obviously) but not dogs with brown noses. 
2. I like honest people, but not brutally so,
3. I like Nerdy boys, not geeky.
4. People with glasses are the best, but not creepy pedophile glasses.
5. Brown hair is  the best colour, but not blondes (I like blondes only if they are Australian... or maybe Australians only if they are blond...)
6. I like free apps for my ipod, not paying over 2.99 for an app.
7. I like dog figurines, but not the ones with creepy eyes.
8. I like my fish, but not cleaning his bowl.
9. I like music, but not country. 
10. I like children with accents, but not rude ones.
11. I like a sharp wit, but not a cruel one
12. I like lists, but not when I run out of things!

Suzy FRIGGIN Homemaker.

Ok, let me start off by saying that I am a "creative person". I knit, I needlefelt, I take pictures. I do NOT sew. Never ever. I DO have thousands of pictures in my mind of things I want to make. Soooo.... I broke out the sewing machine. Originally, I just wanted to make Lola a cool coat. Is that too much to ask? I don't think so. So I did it. No more than 1 inch in a straight line.

Fancy, yes? No, not fancy at all.

So, I didn't put the sewing machine away. It just SAT there. TEMPTING me! Fiend, it KNOWS that anytime I touch it death is imminent. My bobbin gets tangled, It ends up with large amounts of sadness. Sad sad sad sadness. Despite that, I once again sat down in front of this device of torture. I have an addiction, a bad one. I love collars. I luuuuuuuurve them. So I made one. And it turned out OK. See?

Again, see?

Little bit more fancy. Yes?

So then I took it ONE step further. I wanted a martingale. I WANTED one. Yes, she already has a ton but none like THIS!

 

So, I guess the machine did not explode. I am making more collars tonight. Wish me luck. By the way, all collars made of things found around the house!