Bit of a re-cap this week, but there were several things that happened. One of which is this advertisement that I saw today featuring furniture for the holidays. What's my problem with this? Those are some seriously un-record playing people that live here, y'all. That Crosley is just for cool points, so their guests would be all "Oooh! They're so cool, they have records". It's not a cool thing. You either listen to records... or you don't. It's the same as you either listen to an MP3 player, youtube, the radio, etc... or you don't. Because you're suppose to see this and want to emulate this. They've chosen things that will pique peoples interest. The record player is only a pawn in a game. I mean it's tucked away with a book on it for christ's sake! If that record player actually ever got any play, they'd have it already plugged in and set up somewhere it could actually be played, with their record collection within easy reach. I detest advertising that's illogical. But, moving on. Not all of the topics are so negative. So, I made cookies. I'm good with cookies. Citrus zesters are another story altogether though. The recipe was for sugar cookies with key lime glaze with lime zest as decoration. Dad got free fancy food at the thrift store (cheese stuff olives and key limes) and I needed to figure out how to use those key limes where we didn't have to buy any ingredients. Key Lime Pie was out the question because we didn't have graham crackers (nor do I have the stuff to make them - whole wheat flour), nor did we have heavy cream. Sugar cookies! That'll do. I'd never used a zester before. I'd used a microplane grater before to grate whole nutmeg at someone's house, but not this thing with the four or five little circles at the top... and key limes are insanely small. I think I zested off about ten layers of skin. It wasn't pretty and hurt so bad. I should have just gone upstairs for the rubbing alcohol, but it was bleeding so badly, that I just rummaged around in the downstairs bathroom for something and all we had was iodine. Which... was a huge mistake. There was cursing and crying like you wouldn't believe. So, we ended up with key lime glazed sugar cookies complete with essence of human. I couldn't find the skin bits that got sliced off amongst the small bits of flaked off dough I'd been rolling and cutting nor with the lime zest. Also, somehow those sugar cookies ended up like rock cakes. We had to put a portion in our mouths and sort of gnaw on them to soften them before biting! They tasted fantastic, but the texture was all wrong. Received this postcard in the mail a few days ago, which was strange for several reasons. If I hadn't already realized just a day or two before that this news story was all over the globe, this postcard would have been surprising since it came all the way from California, instead of just somewhere in Mississippi. And it would have been weird had I not already seen that Espy's campaign was wanting volunteers to mail out postcards to get people to go out... again... and vote. No, what's weird is how they obtained my address and also that it's signed, "A fellow Dem". I'm always a little bit uneasy if people have my address. I know that addresses float around out there for a myriad of reasons, but where exactly did they get it? It's probably because I've watched The X-Files too much. Secondly, in my state, while you have to add a party affiliation when you register, it doesn't matter which one, as in my state doesn't require you to stick to it. So, I signed up Republican because that's what my parents and The Sister had signed up with, though not once have I ever voted Republican, not even during primaries. So... what Democrat list am I on exactly? Is it just because I'm someone who's voted Democrat and that list is out there somewhere? Unsure. Also, it's kind of weird that Katherine (with a K) send this to me, as that's my name too. (Cue spooky X-Files music... now!) I hemmed my pants yesterday. Honestly, all in all these are fantastic looking. I'm actually surprised I didn't lose any limbs or that they didn't come out looking like an octopus hemmed pants for a one legged pirate.
I've had these pants for about ten years. They've always been too long, because petite pants sometimes are too short or sometimes are just right, so sometimes I had to go with the regular length, which ended up being way too long. So my pants were ill-fitting in length and made me not want to wear them. I kept putting off hemming them because I don't really know how to hem pants and also people never wanted to pin them with me in them and I couldn't very well do that by myself. But the brown pair were pinned in length by The Sister and then she just said that the grey needed one fold over and the black, two. OK, I can do this. Turns out, I could not. For some reason that was exceedingly difficult for me to just do a one or two fold and measure and pin. So, I laid the brown pants out and made them straight and measured that I wanted 39 & 1/4 length. So, I smoothed the black pair out beside it, made sure the bottoms were even with the brown and measured for 39 & 1/4. Then I figured what the middle was, and pinned straight. Did this with the grey one's too. It's a Christmas miracle that they are all 39 & 1/4 and the bottoms are straight. I was really worried. Somehow I had slight mess ups with the bobbin (as seen for the brown pair - I need to cut that excess off and then it will just look like the extra white bits on the hem lines for the other pairs, only in brown). I tried to match colours and the brown was pretty alright, the grey though is too light in colour. The black threads apparently were too thick. It took me an hour to hem those black ones and there was a lot of frustration and I almost wanted to chuck the sewing machine out the open window... but I refrained. I would start and *KA-thunnnng*, the pants would be stuck and I had to really pull and there'd be all this knotted mess of thread under there. I'd have to pull out the bobbin and extra random threads, re-affix it and sometimes rethread the needle and try again. After so long, I didn't even care if the bottoms were wavy, I just wanted it done. I nixed the black altogether and just switched it out for the silver. That is why we have white (really it's light grey) on the black pants instead of black. After that it only did that *KA-thunnnng* bit once (instead of twenty five or thirty times). They do look kind of a fright and possibly like a kid hemmed them, but only if you're really looking at them. If I'm wearing them and you're looking down you can't really tell they're that bad. They're good enough, and well, that's good enough for me, considering all the headache, hassle, and years of waiting for pants that don't look like I'm a ten year old wearing my 20-year old tall brothers pants.
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