Via kottke.org: I may totally have to try this.
Cheap screen printing tutorial
I remember sort of enjoying screenprinting T-shirts in High School art class… and this would be so much cheaper than iron-on transfers for my photo printer! (And so much more fun!)
Now I have to come up with a creative T-shirt design… gah!
Well, it seems I could only outmaneuver the cold/flu bug for so long. Today, I woke up feeling drained, with a kind of sore-ish throat and a mild cough. My eyes are kind of dry, and there’s definitely some phlegm or something in my chest.
After witnessing Aaron’s marathon week-long battle with this bug, I know it’s likely to get much worse before it gets better. We’re armed with sugar-free and alcohol-free cough syrup and two kinds of cold tablets, though, so maybe it won’t suck as bad for me as it did for him.
*bracing myself*
This post is dedicated to the anonymous jackass who posted the following comment:
From your description, it seems you need a “reason” to get up out of bed and clean yourself up these days. You’re content to hang out in blue jeans and sweats. You have given up on makeup, hair, grooming and nice apparel. Congratulations–you will be nominated for the “What Not To Wear” show on TLC by your loved ones real soon!
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Get yourself to a stylist.
Friday evening, Sheryl took me clothes shopping. Not in direct response to the above comment, mind you… but I will admit that it fired me up enough to realize that I hadn’t really updated my wardrobe since I lost a shload of weight. I’d bought a couple new pairs of pants, so I wouldn’t look like freakin’ Bozo the Clown at work, but that was about it. I was still swimming in giant old shirts, some of them with subtle stainage I was hoping no one had noticed. :-\
So, like I said, Sheryl and I went shopping. We’d had an agenda of four stores, but never actually made it past Lane Bryant, as Sheryl ended up going absolutely ballistic on teh cuteness. With her fashion assistance, I ended up buying a pair of low-rise flare-leg jeans, a pair of khakis, a black skirt, a tank / shell with built-in shelf bra, one black bra, one white bra, and five cute shirts. Or was it six? Yeah, six: two pink, one peach, one blue, and two black.
I now have more style and teh cuteness. And a discernable figure.
So, here’s a before and after shot. And for you, anonymous commenter, a hearty fuck you.
Five posts from one blog match this tag. Yep, it’s me. Just me.
WTF?! I’m cool with that, though. More traffic for me.
As Erk reminded me a few days ago, Aaron and I moved into our house exactly one year ago Monday.
I still wish I’d kept the digital camera handy during the move, so I could have taken pictures of the perfectly-packed 24-foot giant U-Haul, or the inside of our empty apartment, or the all-volunteer moving crew at their complimentary Easystreet lunch.
I do have some other pictures of interest, though:
Our house, at inspection time (February 2004)
The aftermath of getting the U-Haul stuck in the mud across the street from our new house
Our living room, after we got the furniture in place, one year before we got the widescreen TV
So, yeah. Happy one year in the house to us! (Only 29 more years of house payments to go…)