De-crapification

Today, on the way home from school, I got the serious urge to de-crapify the house...the WHOLE house. It was probably just a defense mechanism against the pain of the molecular orbital theory lecture I'd just left, but it is necessary.

I mean look at my office/piano/"formal" living room. We (I) have to do something.

Sounds like a job for spring break!!!  This will be revisited. Trust me.

So, what does your mom do for a living?

So I'm in microbiology this semester and we're required to have our own lab coat.  Apparently this is what Project Runway thinks I should be wearing.

 



This is NOT what I got. I purchased your run-of-the-mill white lab coat.  Men's M.  Knee length.  I'm 5'5", $1.30; needless to say it's too big.  I know how to sew so I figured I'd just whack off the bottom and sleeves and toss in a hem.  Done.

Funny story.

The scene: My kitchen.  Me in the lab coat trying to figure out where to hem the darn thing.  12-year-old son at the table.  Husband at the sink.

Son: Why are you wearing a lab coat?
Me: (opens mouth to answer but is cut off by husband)
Husband: Cuz Mom's gonna make meth.  You go to school and tell everyone that.
Son: What? Oh ok.

Great.  Anxiously awaiting a call.  Any minute now.

A Big Moment

This is the back of the Oblique cardigan I'm making for my mom. It is shameful how long it's taken me to get to this point, but we are nearing the end.
Stay tuned...