hand eye crafts

When your day didn't provide interesting blog fodder, go to your camera roll. An article about toys we Baby Boomers Will Remember included Now, I don't remember Bouffant Barbie here, but she is really cute, isn't she? Twinnie  and I just had a discussion about Spirograph.  This is the one that had the little straight pins to hold the plate in place.  We were wild and carefree back then. Oh, man, I loved the Super Ball.  My friends and I would stand on the Alexanders' driveway (it was paved;  everyone else's was gravel.) and see who could get their Super Ball to bounce the highest.   A quick word about packaging "back then."  Nothing flashy, nothing busy or over-bright.  Just a plain statement about what the thing is.  Well, and the groovy rainbow circle.  No UPC codes, either;   price stickers for us.  Or the prices stamped on in ink, with what pretty much just a big library stamper. I hope none of these are AI modifi...

You take your son to the car dealership to pick up his car, having conversations, then when he goes in to retrieve his keys, and you start listening to the latest episode of his podcast. (When one of his tri-hosts said "Scream 7," Briton yelled, "7!!!"  I thought that was quite well-played.)  I'm watching him walk across the lot while hearing him in the car. Paving by the house is continuing.  They started early tonight.  It may have suddenly dawned on somebody that county schools re-open next week.  The first week of August.  Wrong.

I've never been one for lists, except fun ones.  No To-Do lists, but definitely Favorite Movies, Sexiest People, that sort of thing. Not sure if two things constitute a list, but here is Kim's Thursday: Water and possibly re-pot* plants Clear out the closet The first is done, I'm mid-second.  Man, I have a lot of gray turtlenecks. But look what I also have!  Yoda lights! (Say, "Yoda lights" over and over, and it becomes a nice little song.) *Re-potting did  take place.

Of late, the heat here has been triggering brutal headaches.  As bad as some of my other headaches are, heat/dehydration headaches have always been the worst.  Now, as a public service: My therapy session was moved to today.  Since I usually go in on Fridays, I'm thinking tomorrow's Saturday.  Funny how your brain has had patterns carved into it that we don't even realize.

 I'm not a good mandala person.  They are not calming.  That's probably because my tendency is to grab markers when I color, and they aren't the best for fine spaces.  The way to go is colored pencils. Plus, I get the satisfaction of stopping occasionally to sharpen the pencils.  So satisfying.

For reasons I can't really explain, over the past several days, I have been cutting out quilt pieces.  Not specific pattern pieces, just squares and small rectangles.  If they ever get sewn together, it will be haphazard rows.  I say, "if" because most of you here know that I have always loved cutting out pieces. Eagle-eyed readers (especially those residing in the Pacific Northwest) will see that most of the material came from the generous  Twinster .   One particular piece of fabric had its manufacturer's name along one edge "Marcus Brothers."  Fortuitously, my cut landed in a perfect place. Promise I did not plan that.  Ever since, though, I've thought to myself, "Well, if you wanna make broth, first thing --- ya gotta find a good quality Marcus."