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new business cards!

You may have noticed (and I’m now pointing it out for those who didn’t) that I recently added a new image to my blog header, with a spiffy little icon & my blog’s (new) name in nice big green letters. You may also have noticed my new avatar in G+ and a couple other places, my old alien monster critter but pepped up, sandwiched by my new site name.

All this is happening because I know such awesome people. My talented friend Ashton (who could probably build a rocketship if he felt like it, or more likely code a robot to build a rocketship for him) did a bunch of back-end fixing of things & adding of things to make my blog way more functional, which for him was super easy stuff & for me was an impossible nightmare. Ashton fixed everything up in a few blinks of an eye, then went back to coding rocket-building robots in his spare time.

Then shortly after that, my friend Matt approached me with an idea for new Tally’s Treasury business cards, right about the time I was thinking about how I really needed to get some new business cards. Matt is not only highly talented and experienced in the ways of graphic design, he’s also incredibly prompt and communicative and was wonderfully responsive to my numerous finicky little “change this eeeeever so slightly” requests. He didn’t threaten to strangle me even once, which was pretty awesome of him. And he had this really cool design idea!

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shortening skirts, re-hemming skirts, & salvaging screw-ups

It sure has been a week. Yes it has. There were social engagements nearly every evening, tons to get done at work, I spent a couple days fighting off some kind of cold that wanted to subdue me, I finished two commission projects, we had a 4-hour Desert Bus 6 meeting on the weekend, and there was Mother’s Day.

If that weren’t enough, I also did a closet cull this week, saying farewell to many old articles of clothing. I’ve been making myself so many new garments over the past year that some of the old stuff just had to go. Anything I hadn’t worn within a couple months was up for serious review, but among those unworn items was a skirt I love. I got it somewhere years ago in early university, probably on sale. It’s comfortable, it’s swishy, it’s a pretty colour, and always seemed to garner compliments when I wore it (rather oddly, for such an ordinary piece of clothing). But it’s long, and now that I bike everywhere, long skirts are just not practical. I decided instead of getting rid of it, I’d shorten it to a more functional length.

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(future) lemon trees!

This week’s tutorial is going to be a little different than usual, in part because variety is fun, and in part because I was on vacation most of the last week, and the whole point of vacation is, I feel, somewhat ruined if one spends it worrying about how to get a blog post prepared.

Initially, I wasn’t planning on doing any kind of tutorial at all this week – I was just going to ramble at length about projects I’ve been working on but haven’t finished, and projects I’d like to do in the future, and try to insert a few entertaining anecdotes along the way. So really you should consider yourselves lucky that you’re getting this instead. Unless you’re allergic to lemons, in which case this post may be a bit lost on you. Not that I’ve ever met anyone who’s actually allergic to lemons – is that even a thing? I assume it’s a thing, because these days someone somewhere seems to be allergic to anything and everything you can think of, from peanuts and wheat to organic zucchini. Some poor soul out there is probably even allergic to crayons, which is pretty much the most tragic allergy I can think of. Anyway, if you’re allergic to lemons I do apologize, but I promise that next week’s post will have nothing whatsoever to do with any citrus fruit.

My boyfriend’s sister once told me that you can grow lovely, leafy houseplants from lemon seeds – just the seeds that come out of the lemons you buy at the grocery store and squeeze onto your organic grain-fed free-run chicken breast. So I started collecting seeds.

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Assassin’s Creed 3 hood – this time it’s a full tutorial!

Remember several weeks ago when I posted about making an Assassin’s Creed 3 costume piece for a LoadingReadyRun video? The post where I was like, “this turned out so well, it totally wasn’t even that tricky to do, isn’t it awesome” and then didn’t include a tutorial. Cuz I’m a jerk. Well this week I’ve got the full tutorial and pattern for you, so you can just feel bad about calling me a jerk now. Even though I’m the one that did that. Huh, I kinda feel bad. I think this is working.

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fabric scrap flowers – and why my body will be eaten by moths.


I’ve recently been inventing all sorts of little projects to use up my fabric scraps (so that I’ll be allowed to acquire more fabric scraps, of course). I get the feeling that this is a pursuit I’m going to have all the rest of my days, unless I suddenly stop sewing. Y’know, if Hell freezes over. Which is what I once said it would take to get me to start sewing, so I guess you just never know. Or maybe Hell has frequent thermostat problems and has frozen over on multiple occasions in the last few years. Could explain a lot.

Regardless, I’ve come to realize that I will probably be surrounded by an abundance of fabric scraps for the rest of my days. In fact, if I’m one of those weird old ladies who dies in her own apartment, that’s probably how they’ll find me – buried under an avalanche of fabric scraps, brought down on my head when I was innocently reaching for the glue gun. Tragic. Bridget Jones thinks she’ll be eaten by Alsations, pretty sure The Bloggess mentions being consumed by cats (I just finished her book, which you should totally read – it’s wonderfully, horrifically funny, and often surreal in the extreme), but I will be suffocated by cotton prints and polyester blends. If there are any members of the animal kingdom to blame, it’ll have to be moths. They’ll surely find some wool scraps or something to munch on in my funereal fabric pile, and probably take a bite out of me accidentally just because. If it’s possible to be eaten by moths, I’m sure it’ll happen to me.

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cherry blossom thank you cards

I’ve been trying for ages to craft a decent representation of cherry blossoms, since they’re one of my very favourite things. The felt ones I did way back near the beginning of this blog were alright, but I never really managed to put a decent looking cherry blossom tree on a card. Until now.

Cherry blossoms are what we on the West Coast shovel off our sidewalks in April instead of the snow that the rest of the country is still mucking about in. The city of Victoria even publishes an annual flower count; this is where Victoria counts up all the flowers that are in bloom in the city in early spring, and publishes that number as, so far as I can tell, a giant “F*** you” to the rest of the snow-laden country. And then we all sit back, delighting in our daffodils, tossing our hair about in the light spring breeze and wondering why the folks out east hate us. Victoria has apparently never heard of Wheaton’s Law.

I don’t think the cherry blossoms actually factor in to the flower count, but still. They’re the best flowers of all, as far as I’m concerned, and when I feel like making people in other provinces grind their teeth, my preferred method is to talk about all the beautiful blossoming cherry trees.

So, this card. It’s full of cherry blossoms, which are super pretty, and have magical powers of making you feel like you’re in the best place on earth (even if that’s categorically untrue), and making everyone else hate you. But if you give them a pretty cherry blossom card, maybe they’ll decide to like you again, at least for a little while.

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pooping paper bunny basket

Easter. Bunnies. Chocolate. Somehow in the very weird evolution of all things holiday, these three things came together.

Ok, so the Easter Bunny delivers countless chocolate eggs to little boys and girls, but what’s a rabbit doing with eggs? Where’d he get them? I’ve spent the past several years studying and then working at a university campus riddled with rabbits – they were everywhere, charming everyone except the gardeners, who finally won the battle to get rid of all the bunnies by shipping them off to Texas to a “rabbit haven” or some such thing, where they’d be safe and all the foaming-at-the-mouth animal rights people could reassure themselves that the rabbit problem had been humanely dealt with. All the animal rights people who have clearly never been to Texas. Where, yeah. I’m sure all the bunnies are leading happy, hopping lives.

I had rabbit stew once. It was pretty yummy.

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