Productive weekend

My latest creations, available on my Web site, or click the pictures.

White cable-knit belt:


White brocade purse with pink flowers and a pink butterfly pin:


Polka-dot tote bag:

It's all downhill from here

In the post below, you'll see I got excited about how to fold a T-shirt. In this post, we'll observe my slow descent into Loserville. I definitely am a loser of sorts because I can never remember which hand to make the loser "L" with on my forehead so that the "L" will go the right direction. I have been told that makes me a loser in and of itself.

In this post, I get overly excited about an ironing board. But once you see the picture, perhaps you'll understand:



Mark may get mad that I bought a new, not very cheap ironing board when we already had one that worked, but allow me to present my defense:
1. He doesn't iron. Ever.
2. I do.
3. Pressing is an essential and integral part of sewing. One must press constantly and between every step.
4. This ironing board is much wider than a normal ironing board, and since I do a lot of my pinning on the board, this allows me a greater work space.
5. This ironing board has a holder for the iron -- thus leaving me with more work space.
6. This board has a little bar that folds out to hang shirts, which comes in handy when I iron MARK'S shirts and have to walk each one to the bedroom to hang it as I go. For the record and in Mark's defense, he does pay me to iron his shirts. And I do complain more than necessary despite that.
7. This board has a shelf underneath on which to store my pressing ham and roll. Do you see how snug and comfy they are down there? I can also hang the spray bottle there.

Mark doesn't necessarily understand the importance of these factors, but I'm sure you do. And in all liklihood, he won't even notice that the ironing board is different.

UPDATE: Mark noticed the ironing board the very second he walked into the room. I was not in too much trouble. He appreciated the holder for the iron, at least.

Magic Asian folding lady

What does your t-shirt drawer look like? Admit it. It's a rumpled pile o' cotton ugliness. But now you can learn to fold t-shirts like a pro!



Look -- it works!


OK, but really, I tried it a few more times and it actually was pretty close to working. Except my t-shirts were wadded up in a laundry basket for a week and hers was perfectly ironed.

Job offer!

I have this cool orange and gold brocade skirt for sale. Today, someone contacted me to see if I had more of the fabric because she wanted me to make four of them for her bridesmaids and two dresses for her daughters.
I don't have any more, and I bought it last fall, so I doubt I can find it, but it was a great compliment and sort of a terrifying prospect, as well. It would, at this point, be a lot of pressure for me to make skirts for someone's wedding, and in differing sizes, no less. I don't have pattern grading skills, yet, and I am not sure how I'd approach the whole project, but I think it would have been really cool!
I'm going to go check for the fabric tomorrow, just in case.

Too lazy to write my own blog item

I went to the dentist yesterday and found out I have a cavity. My husband said, "What, are you 10?" Well, "mister I haven't had a cavity in 50 years," I never had a cavity until I became an adult. This is because my mother didn't let us eat crap. Then I rebelled as soon as I became old enough to say, "You're not the boss of me" and not get smacked. Not that my mother beat us.

Anyway, I have a cavity. And it reminded me of my brother's blog item about his recent dentist visit. Here it is, reposted without permission:

Forgive me Doctor for I have sinned, it's been 10 years since my last visit.

Went to the dentist today for "Phase 2" of my cleaning. (Phase one was a cake walk as they only used blunt objects like jackhammers and mallets & chisels).

During my cleaning the nice hygenist said somethings like, "Your gonna go home and eat a steak tonight, or better yet, some liver." Me (with my mouth full) managed a "hugggh?" She replied something along the lines of, "Well with all this blood loss and all." Now, up until this point I thought things had been going pretty good... When she removed the pointy metal things from my mouth I said (concerned), "It's bleeding alot?" She said, "Oh Yeah! Can't you taste it?"

At that point I quietly said, "No." (probably with a worried look on my face) and kind of just sunk back in the chair, stared at the Van Gogh poster on the ceiling, and tried to make myself zone out.

She offered to numb me up (and it was pretty painful) but I decided to tough it out because I like to avoid needles whenever possible. (YES, even though the pain from the needle would have been nothing compared.) Throughout the process she stopped a few times and said, "Are you SURE you don't want anisthetic?" After declining she said, "Ready to finish this?" and I said "Bring it ON! And don't stop until we're done."

I figured if I could zone out for the rest of the session I'd be fine. I guess she knew my strategy because at one point she said, "Are you in your happy place?" and I simply replied, "Ugh-Hugh" feeling like a helpless little kid.

Now, I like my dentist alot. I am very comfortable with them and trust them completely. I've yet to be nervous when going there (which is a BIG change from my childhood) They have magic tools that clean your teeth without most of the scraping I had to deal with 10 years ago. Unfortunately I don't get to dig in the cardboard treasure chest for a reward when I'm done. Man, I used to love getting crappy little toys from there.

I'm the kind of person who would rather get a painful situation overwith instead of stopping every now and then for a rest. I would prefer not to even stop for the spit suction thingy. Lets just take care of business then mop up the blood or hose down the room when were done.

(And the zoning out thing really did work... at one point I snapped out of it and had forgotten what was going on. Then I was like, DAMN... and tried to get back into it.)




(((I'd like to know what those magic tools are. My dentist still uses pointy scrapers)))

Same blog, different name

Burst of Happiness this, Burst of Happiness that. You may have noticed the name and url of this blog have changed. It's no longer Burst of Happiness the blog. It's now Roady Jane.

Here are some FAQ:

Why the change, Robyn?
Well, I just wanted something different. Burst of Happiness is my business, and I sometimes promote it on here and will continue to, but I have a main site, Burst of Happiness, and a Burst of Happiness etsy shop.

Who is Roady Jane?
Take a look to the left. She's my cat and I love her very much.

Is your other cat, Baby Suggs, jealous?
Maybe, but would you want a blog named "Baby Suggs"?

What are some synonyms for Roady?
Here you go:
1. Just a little thing
2. Little angel sent from heaven above
3. Peeker
4. Little precious
5. The tiny one

What does Roady have to do with Burst of Happiness?
Roady has bursts of happiness, and she kind of is the root of the term, invented by my husband.

Aren't you sort of copying Amy's Chickenbone Jones blog by naming it after your pet?
Yes.

Where does the "Jane" come from?
Jane is her middle name. It's rarely used, mostly when she's in trouble. Her full name is Roadcat Jane Vines. Her new dad has yet to formally adopt her. For short I call her Roady. Many people think Roady is short for Roadkill. This is false. She was found in the road once upon a time but is clearly not roadkill.

What else can you tell us about Roady?
She is 14 and just got a checkup and is quite healthy.
She has a spot in her eye, but it just looks weird. It doesn't hurt.
She is the sweetest, friendliest cat you'll ever know, and she can convert even a cat hater.
She's a gray tabby like all the others on the outside, but on the inside, she's like no other.
She hates faces. Don't be offended, she hates mine too, and there are more hideous faces than mine.
She's always cold.

Tote yur stuff, look cute

My latest creation is a Burst of Happiness in itself. It's a very summery flowered and striped bag, in coordinating colors. Flowers on the inside, stripes on the inside. Pockets, magnetic snap, fun colors. What else do you need?

Lies, all lies

Anyone who has ever read a fashion magazine knows there is article after article about how to achieve sexy, tousled hair, like this:


Supposedly, all you have to do is wash it, put in some gel or mousse and then scrunch it while you dry it. And then you have sexy bed-head! Luscious waves! Cascading curls!

I have always wondered why they perpetuate this lie. Does it ever work for anyone? Still, I try it again and again, thinking this time I will miraculously end up a wavy-haired goddess. But this is what I end up looking like:




Don't be hatin', folks, don't be hatin'.

Healthy little kitties

Anyone who knows me knows that my two cats are like children to me. I talk to them constantly and they follow me all around. We're a happy family.
Recently, I've known three people who lost their cats in three weeks. My mom pointed out that her cat hadn't been himself lately. He died a week after he started acting strangely. I noticed Precious Roady hadn't been herself lately. She stays in bed longer, but they are both 14, so I guess that makes them old. I just felt that maybe something was wrong and I should either get it fixed, or consider putting her out of her misery if it was bad. I was really nervous.
Today was vet visit day, and they weren't excited. Everything checked out beautifully. Yay! I've got two super healthy elderly cats, although they'll always be babies to me.

Thank you, Dreamweaver

I have an old version of Dreamweaver, but I have always been too lazy to figure out how to use it. I also thought that programs were for wimps. I prefered to make my Web pages the hard way, through good ol' typing in of the HTML. Well, I was having a horrible time restoring my Web site after the disaster, considering the tables within tables within tables. I couldn't figure out what was what after a while, and everything was doing very strange things.
My brother's coworker suggested using a program and not doing it the hard way, so I tried it and I figured it out quickly. I'm up and running again, so come and visit and buy lots of stuff from me at Burst of Happiness..

Crash and burn

Yesterday, I had a long day at work. I was covering for someone else, so I got off early at 7 p.m. I went to the store and bought some supplies and then went home to make soup. Some time later, the soup was looking lovely. I thought it needed about 5 more minutes of simmering, so I ran upstairs to grab my robe. Then I saw the computer and remembered that I had needed to ftp the index page of my Web site, Burst of Happiness.

For a few weeks, I'd been blaming my brother, who hosts my Web site, for the fact that I couldn't ever get a connection to the server. Meanwhile, I noticed that my ftp program was having increasingly more trouble starting up. I finally decided to uninstall and then reinstall it. Now it worked beautifully (so I guess it was my problem, not my brother's), but when I reuploaded the main page, it was blank.

I went to the html file on my computer and it was EMPTY. Everything was deleted out of it. I have no idea how this could have happened, but it was just gone. I thought I had one last chance -- right before I reuploaded the page, I had been looking at the old version online. I could hit the back button till I got there and then hit "source code" and copy and paste it. Alas, I had closed the browser and reopened it since then. Therefore, I have to start all over writing it.

To make things better, I forgot all about the soup and when I went downstairs, all the liquid was cooked out. I almost started to cry. Somehow, I did salvage it by adding more water, and it tasted pretty good.

They stole my design

I was going to do this for my draping class final.

(The Associated Press)

This is a perfect example of ...

... disaster.
This, friends, is phase I of my design class project. It will hopefully someday be a really cute shirtdress made of white and yellow striped seersucker. It will have a flared skirt and gathered cap sleeves. It will have a white cable-knit belt that I am working on right now. In my head, it is sooooooo cute.
Well, I drafted the patterns and did test #1 in muslin. I have no idea what happened to the skirt, but it's a good 4-6 inches too small. Back to the drawing board, on this one. And that is what muslin is for.


Here is the top half, so far. It's coming along nicely, though it may be hard to tell. It fits pretty well -- much better on me, actually. It's missing the collar and the button stand, which runs along the center, so that will make the two sides actually meet. I've stuck one sleeve on, and it looks nice. It will be shortened to be a cap sleeve and will have elastic at the bottom -- here it looks a bit Amish.

Now, if I could just lose 50 pounds, the skirt may not need alterations after all.

Get out your credit cards

I have a Cafe Press shop. It's full of Burst of Happiness merchandise. No, not stuff I made for my shop, but stuff with my logo that costs way too much. I don't know why I did this, but it just seemed so cool that a person can design T-shirts, mousepads, etc. and sell them. Problem is, why would anyone want a Burst of Happiness logo item besides me?

Anyway, just in case you were in the market for an overpriced mousepad that says "Burst of Happiness," today is your lucky day! Go to Cafe Press and check it out.

Idiots

I'm in the computer lab at school, where everyone is very, very silent. Everyone, that is, except the girl who came to sit right next to me. She's got earphones on and her music is so loud I can hear it. Then her phone rings and she starts yelling into it because she can't hear because she's still got her earphones on. (Everyone else steps out to talk on the phone. It's sort of the rule.) Then she starts humming to the music. I guess she thinks because she can't hear herself, that nobody else can hear her either. I am debating whether she would notice if I tried to take her picture with my cell phone.

Be careful what you write

You may have noticed the google ads at the top left on my page. They try to pick ones that are connected to your blog content. You'll notice that I write about knitting, for instance, and they'll have knitting ads. Today I noticed one for sewer stuff. I wondered what the heck. Then I remembered that I had written about the toilet in my grandma's hospital room the other day. Of all the topics I write about, it has to pick that one?!

Change of topic:
Did I mention that I get to go to Miami for the ACES conference next month and that Dave Barry will be the guest speaker? Have I mentioned how much I love Dave Barry?

Roses are red, and so is this scarf

This very soft and snuggly red scarf is available at my shop.

New look, same great Web site

Revamped my Web site to look less crappy. Let me know if you have any suggestions on how to improve it. Burst of Happiness

Grandma Update

She's going home today (well, to my uncle's house for a while)!

Is this a joke? I can't tell

Can't get enough of your loved one? Winter weather getting in your way? Try the Smitten Mitten. Almost as good as that love toilet on Saturday Night Live.