Tip-typing Away

Good even tide captains and stow-aways,

My museum days have come to a close and I am now working hard for the money at 3 different sewing magazines. I cannot fathom that at the beginning of the year Mr. McCluckin’ and I were on vacation (in the Valley of Dogs, fighting for our lives) and we had a conversation about dream jobs. My list (in order of preference) included:

1) Shepherdess of a manatee/alpaca hybrid (manpaca or alitee?) flock

2) Staff at a sewing/crafting magazine

3) Carnie

4) Work from home pajama model

Now almost all of my dreams have come true. If only scientists could figure out how to breed manatees that can breathe on land, or alpacas that are skilled swimmers. My first 3 day week has been exciting, tiring, commuterific, fun, a blur, and maybe a wee bit overwhelming. I can’t wait to go into work next week and take it to the limit. I have a sewing room at the office, who could have seen that coming?

To celebrate my return to the writing world, Mr. McCluckin’ gave me the lovely gift of a typewriter from the 50s. I have named my clickety-clack machine Mr. Fantastic. I have been typing up anything imaginable on it of late. I have always loved typewriters, but seeing Silvi work on hers at Maker’s Faire sparked my interest indubitably. Just a week ago we saw a poet for hire here in Denver. He had set up shop at a local farmer’s market and was offering poems for donation. Mr. McCluckin’ and I bought a poem for our friends Team Mullis.  I have a theory of selling a typing service in which I sell people lies. Ideally these lies would be fantastical in nature as opposed to dastardly.

During my week between careers Mr. McCluckin’ and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. We ate hot pot and bought each other culinary gifts. I received a new tea pot and pancake pen. The next morning I tried my hand at drawing exciting pancake figures. The unicorn looked promising until I flipped it and he lost both his horn and a leg. It would seem a bit more practice is required.

Lastly, I have been staring pretty much non-stop at the photography over at Boffoli Photography. The miniature scenes are incredible. I am so inspired to put tiny men into exciting situations.

For now though, I am off to beat back the laundry beast before an evening of boat drinks and fisticuffs.

Have yourself a merry little weekend!

Yours truly,

Henny Penny

 

 

What Else?

Dearest Readers,

I am sure you have been wondering what’s been crackin’ here at the hen house. Well I would never leave you in the dark. I am up to my elbows in fabric for a quilt I promised far too many months ago to one of the loveliest ladies I know. Additionally I made yet another elasticized item to strap to your face, an eye patch for a youngin’ living up in Canada. Then there’s the baking!

As best as I can tell Colorado has decided to remind me why I have been dying to move away and that reason is snow. I love a fluffy storm about once a year to roll around in and participate in a few shenanigans, but you’ll note I said once per year. Alas, 2012 has been the year of the never leaving snowdrift. Just as the snow has nearly melted to smithereens and all we have left are the huge drifts and piles created from shoveling, we get another crappy storm. Sure it’s personified calmness as it falls, and yes it’s nice to look out on a scene of snow covered meadows. But let’s be honest, I live in a town home complex the only meadow I can see from my house is the weird abandoned field between me and yet another town home complex. Even the word field is not appropriate for this space it’s really more of a plot that the developers on the other side of the fence dumped a bunch of dirt on, so now it has become a hill that the coyotes apparently love. Regardless though, snow makes me want to do 3 things: drink cocoa, bake, and crochet.

That second one has really been consuming more time than it should. As I have a bit of a problem with sweets, I try not to bring too many into the house. Instead of cookies, cakes, and brownies, I am prone to baking bread of all forms. Lately I’ve discovered a quick recipe for pita bread that’s easy and sublime! It’s from the book Artisan Bread in 5 Minutes a Day. I have a weird relationship with this book. It introduced me to bread baking 2 years ago and I haven’t gone back to store bought bread since, but sometimes I feel like the bread isn’t terribly complex. In those moments I turn to Peter Reinhart and spend weeks trying to make a starter. Either way the bread turns out delicious!

Now you might be asking yourself why on Earth would I spend so much time talking about baking when this is clearly a crafty blog. Well baking is a good deal like crafting, and I am pretending that making a sandwich is just as important as making a softie. Granted this could all just be due to the damn snow that has been distracting me from the handicraft projects lurking in the shadows.

Bundle up pals, Punxsutawney Phil says we’re in for the long haul!

Henny Penny