Miss you...

Today I've been thinking a lot about my friend Heidi. (if your reading this...don't kill me for the photos please) I miss her loads. It's been far too long since I've seen her.
I first met her when I moved in next door to her house on a farm in Coburg. She was seven, I was eleven. We were inseparable and had many adventures together. Everything from being prairie girls to stealing green beans and having cabbage fights on the farm. We rode our bikes everywhere and I wish I had a 1/4 of the energy now that I did then.
So many books could be written about those days. But right now I just want to send a hug out to you, love. It's amazing how long we've stuck together even through long distances. Let's be friends forever okay? Love you. :)

Look forward to a chat and coffee date with you one day in the hopefully not to far off future.

xxxxAnna

*all photos in this post taken by Heidi :)

Happiness....

...is this amazing hand dyed wool....

Happiness is what I feel from the name of this hand dyed wool:

Happiness is me staring at the wool...and touching the wool....

Happiness is what I'm going to make out of the hand dyed wool:

Happiness is also drawing eyes. :) I've been practicing eyes like mad and I think I might be getting a little better, but still not spot on.

But right now...happiness is a cup of tea. So if you will excuse me, I'll go brew some. ;)

I would like to live here please :)

Christmas gifts so far...

Yesterday our sewing group had a gift exchange. I had drawn Daisy's name so I made her this basket/bag out of some stiff yarn:
And this little owly cuff:

I was trying to be Christmasy with the green and the red eyes. I hope the owls don't look too evil. ;)

Then last night I went to Wal-Mart with Becks and we wandered around looking for something we "needed". I got this:

I know, it's BLACK. heehee It was only 97 cents though and I always wanted to wear black nail polish. Besides, it's not so emo anymore...it's becoming quite classy. (at least I think it can be) So I will have fun with it. :) I think it would be fun to use in a black and white photo shoot.

Now I'm off to get some laundry done and finish up the rest of my Christmas gifts....

In which I meet my first male Twi-Hard and get over caring what people think

Yesterday I got off work 2 1/2 hours after I was supposed to and so I was in a very deserving mood when I entered Target. In other words, I felt I deserve a special present for me because I was tired and had a long day.

So when I happened across the colored fine point markers and the score to New Moon...there was no hope left for my piggy bank. They were coming home with me.

The only awkward thing was taking my purchases to the cash register. The only available one was a guy..."oh great...here comes the ribbing," I thought. But I decided who the heck cares anyway? I like Twilight...why be embarrassed? I'm not a crazy fanatic fan, I just enjoy it. So I put my items on the conveyor belt and hurried over to the debit card machine, thinking maybe if I acted like I didn't know I was buying the New Moon soundtrack, he wouldn't notice either. But oh no. This is where it gets better.

"You like the music in New Moon too?" My head jerked up and I eyed him suspiciously. Was this a trick question?

"Um...yeah. I do actually." I replied, debating how to defend myself...lying and saying it was a Christmas present for the 13 year old sister I don't have was the first thing that came to mind.

"Me to!" He gushed. "I love the music in both movies. Especially Robert Pattinson's piano playing in the first movie."

"Um...yeah...me too. I was kind of disappointed he didn't play in the second movie." (Seriously...what guy knows Robert Pattinson plays the piano??)

"Yeah...I'm sure he has something in his mind for the upcoming movies. He's so talented he shouldn't stick to just acting."

"Yeah...he's really good." I'm saying all this in shock response, wondering if this guy is for real. He just kept talking.

"Yeah...I'm like the only guy Twilight fan I know...I even named my cat Esme. I was like the oldest male at the midnight showing." I just laughed and said something like..."Good for you," as he handed me my bag.

"Well, have a great day."

"Yeah you too."

I hurried off to where my mom was waiting by the front door and laughed all the way to the car. And I'm still laughing today. And I've decided...there's crazier people than me out there who don't care what people think of them...so I'm going to try not to care either.

the end

ps: this is why sometimes good old fashioned cd's are better than iTunes:

Quote of the Day

Joel: What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our names anyway.
James Brennan: Your Herman Melville story that - that's bull.
Joel: It's true, they called him Henry.
James Brennan: No, I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy, Joel. I hope they call me Henry when I die, too.
Joel: One can only hope

~Adventureland