Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Amazon Kindle review... at last!

Ooh, I'm naughty. I have no excuse for my absence except that I've become obsessed with sewing quilts for Chinese orphans. I know that sounds weird, but it's strangely true. Next obsession: find a way to get the quilts to the orphans.

To make it up to you (ha!), here's a video featuring my favorite puppets... the Muppets! This was produced by someone who is near and dear to me, so spread it around, tell your friends, etc. There should be more coming out at some point, so I'll post those as well.



Now, shall we begin our Kindle review?

I got my Kindle as a Christmas present, which means I actually put my hands on it in February (that's a joke... I mean, it's true, but read it in a jokey voice). Ironically, I had just decided to decrease the size of my personal library and utilize the public library more. I know we're supposed to support our author brethren by buying books, but trust me--I buy a LOT of books, if given the chance. So one trip to Bookstar down the street will make up for six months of librariness for me.

Anyway, I can't say no to a gadget, so I didn't say no to my Kindle.

Digression: when I was growing up, Christmas stockings are opened first and contain things like dental floss, chewing gum, maybe some hair ties, a keychain, a few bags of candy... and an orange in the toe, always. The husb's family came out for the holidays, and we were planning to do stockings. I bought the requisite collection of small-ticket items, even ranging as high as a new head for his electric toothbrush.

But the husb's family does things differently--we opened stockings after the rest of the gifts. And as the husb pulled out a pack of orange-mint gum and a bag of Skittles, I found a printed sheet of paper announcing my Kindle and realized that his family puts items of a different ticket in their stockings.

Lesson learned. I actually ended up eating the Skittles and chewing the gum myself, by the way. Don't tell the husb. He left them on the dresser for a month! What does he expect?

On with the review!

So, Kindle. I was waiting to write a review until I had a real "whole book" experience with it. Meaning, I bought a book and read the whole thing and got a feel for the device. I had thought this would be Eileen Cook's Unpredictable, but it turns out that after I bought the Kindle edition, I met Eileen in person at a signing in NYC and bought a hard copy so she could sign it for me.

Fast forward to this recent trip: the book? The Other Boleyn Girl, by Philippa Gregory. I downloaded the whole thing and read it all on the Kindle, and as a result, I am pretty much a convert.

The Kindle, for those of you who don't know of it, is a small e-book ("electronic book") reader produced by Amazon.com. You buy e-books by downloading them from the Kindle Store section of Amazon.com, and they are sent through Amazon's wireless "whispernet" to your Kindle. The whispernet, I think, borrows from cell towers in the area. It eats up battery power, so you can switch it off when you aren't whispering downloads to your Kindle.

The books are downloaded as files, which allows you to read them on your Kindle screen and turn the page using the buttons.

Here are some broad sweeps:

It takes getting used to, but I did get used to it. It's light and comfortable to hold, and easy to read. The screen is not backlit, which means you can't read at night without a lamp, but also means there's no more strain on your eyes than if you were reading any old book.

GOOD THINGS:

* It's small and easy to pack. This is great for people who tend to load their suitcases, purses, bookbags, what-have-you, with books before taking any excursion. Right before I zip my carry-on, I tend to get panicky and throw books in willy-nilly, which adds about eight pounds of weight to my load. (Meaningless, since I always buy books at the airport anyway.) The Kindle carries many books at once, and until you actually get on the plane and have to turn off your wireless devices, you can download still more books.

* You can download a sample chapter of any e-book before buying it. This is really cool. It's the e-version of loitering in a bookstore and reading the first few pages before buying the book--heretofore unknown in online book sales. There's no charge, and once you download the sample, you can keep it or dump it or whatever.

* There's plenty of file space on the Kindle, but if you need more, you can use a memory card. All of your books are listed on the home menu, and if you want to free up space, just remove the file--but Amazon.com has a record of your purchases and you can re-download any time.

* It's easy to use. The controls are simple and intuitive.

* The battery life is very respectable, when the wifi is off (there's an easy on-off switch for the wifi so you can read on planes and don't drain the power).

* The screen is as easy on your eyes as any book. And you can adjust the text size.

* You can email or upload files from your own computer (using a cord that comes with the Kindle). I've seen agents' blogs where they forward manuscripts to themselves and therefore only carry home a Kindle instead of several hundred pages of submissions. For them I think it's basically ideal. I have also used it a time or two for my own work, which is fun. (You protect your Kindle from junkmail by specifying what addresses you can receive email from).

* You can also access Wikipedia (but I haven't tried) as well as read non-Amazon e-books (but not those in a proprietary format, like Sony e-Reader) and even listen to audiobooks (but I haven't tried that, either).

* You can take notes, add bookmarks, etc. It has a little keyboard at the bottom.

* There's a very easy way to put the Kindle to sleep, so you don't have to constantly reboot it if you're reading in short intervals.

* Bestsellers are $9.99 (even some books that, in hardback, are $25) and many other books are less expensive.

* No more overstuffed bookshelves! A truly minimalist approach to reading.


"MEH" THINGS:

* The minimalism prevents sharing or passing a book along when you're done with it. I'm a big fan of sharing the lit, but with a Kindle, you obviously can't pass something on to a sibling or friend, unless you're willing to part with your Kindle.

* There are no page numbers. I know this sounds trivial, but I like to always be aware of my exact position. Instead, they use "section numbers" (or segment numbers) that can go as high as necessary (a recent book I read was 10,000 sections). There's a bar at the bottom that shows you relatively how far you are--like a progress bar-- but I never realized how much I paid attention to page numbers until I lost them.

* Not every book, old or new, is available on the Kindle. Many are. But many aren't. I guess that's where hard copies come in.

* The reading area is smaller than a traditional page. This is mostly distracting when you are just looking at the Kindle, not when you're reading. When you're involved in a book, it doesn't matter. But then you set it down and think, "Dang, that's small!"

* Although the notes feature is cool, typing is a little tough.

* The screen doesn't produce light, so if it's dim, you need a book light. But it is a little shiny, so you need to find the correct angle to avoid glare (like reading a shiny magazine).

* One "previous page" control is right where I keep thinking a "next page" control should be. So I'm constantly hitting that and then getting confused about where I am.

* The case is kind of silly. It took me a little while to get used to how non-functional it is. Like, it looks like it has an elastic strap to hold the device down while you read, but that only works when the case is shut. I mostly read without the case at all.

* Occasionally, on documents you email to yourself, the formatting comes across wonky. Like, it will mash the paragraphs together or get rid of indents.

* Let's face it--if you like having full bookshelves, or holding an actual book in your hands, the Kindle won't be your favorite item. Which is to say, if you aren't into minimalism, it's probably too minimalist for your taste. Part of the joy of owning it is knowing that it's a clutter solution.

* The home menu could be better organized, which is to say, could be more elaborate than just a list of your books. But I'm hoping a firmware upgrade will happen along soon that might add a few bells and whistles.

* Searching for books to buy from the Kindle is easy; browsing is a pain. If I know exactly what I want, I use the Kindle to obtain it; if I want to browse, I use my computer.

* The display is nice and readable, but it's not really any fancier than a plain old book. Your reading experience isn't more fancy or mindblowing. It's just more convenient.


OVERALL:

I'm glad I have my Kindle. It's great, great, great for travelling. The flash that occurs when you turn the page (and the e-ink, or whatever it's called, rearranges itself) isn't distracting at all once you get into your reading--you really don't notice it. And it does have the feeling of reading a book. You take in the info the same way and get into the characters as well.

The price is a little high for something that doesn't really save you very much money, unless you buy hardcover books non-stop. On the other hand, it can also play audiobooks, so if you don't have an iPod, it save that cost.

It's fun and convenient and compact. There are certainly worse ways to spend your money.

Cheers!

I'm off to work on more quilts.

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Friday, May 2, 2008

More on book minimalism

Is it the onset of warm weather that makes me so desperate to clean my house? And not just tidy it, but rip through it and get rid of everything we don't need or use?

The problem is, we have so much little stuff that just hides away in closets, and then when you try to get something done, the little stuff all jumps out and says, "Ha ha ha, what about me?" and then you're left looking at picture hanging kits and canisters of 35-millimeter film and instruction manuals to stuff you know you have around here somewhere. And what can you do? You can't get RID of it, for heaven's sake! What a waste of good 35-millimeter film.

However, I'm making some progress.

("Why don't you tell us about it, Katie?")

Okay!

Online indie bookstore Powell's has a neato feature called Sell Us Your Books, wherein you can enter the ISBNs from any books you're looking to get rid of and they'll either bid or not accept it. This is a heady and addictive process, let me tell you. Before you know it, you'll be scouring your shelves just to find books that they'll take. "Accept me, Powell's!" you will say. "Let me and this copy of Angela's Ashes into your exclusive club!" (Spoiler: that's an ix-nay on Angela's Ashes.)

They're not offering hundreds of dollars. They offer a couple dollars for hardcovers and less than a dollar for most paperbacks. After a while, you start to get an idea of what they're into, and you start trying to guess whether something will be accepted.

Here's the exciting part, though: if Powell's doesn't take it, you can't put it back on the shelves. You have to put it in a stack of books that will go the the thrift store or to a library. Because if you were ready to let it go for 75 cents, you can let it go for free. Let's be real here, fellas.

Anyway, I have a box shipping out today (pre-paid), so that's exciting. I actually made almost enough room on my shelves for all the books that I used to keep in the sewing room, but had to move when my fabric stash overtook the space.

What's that, you say? When am I going to purge the fabric stash and sewing room?

I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk about that. I have to go shoot fifteen rolls of 35mm film.

*runs away*

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Queshtun.

(That's an old "Beavis and Butthead" reference, if you're curious. I would post a Youtube clip but none seems to be available for the song in queshtun.)

So, here's what I'm wondering, and I'm going to ask this at both of my blogs (what?? you didn't know I have a sewing blog?)...

Because yesterday's post about Unclutterer, coupled with some actual uncluttering going on in my house, and in my sister's house (goodbye, sweet comics, goodbye), got me thinking about uncluttering my blogs.

The thing is, I don't want to bore my crafty readers with stuff about books and agents. But I also don't want to deprive the darlings of the knork, etc. And I don't want to bore my author blog readers with my crafting. But then there's all the crossover stuff, especially because at some point my sewing room is actually supposed to be my office for writing, too. (That point would be, uh, last July.) And the creative process -- whether it's creating writing or quilts -- is all kind of related, isn't it?

So I'm thinking about having one blog in which I talk about both types of things. The crafty stuff doesn't get really heavy... it's mostly just pictures of finished pieces. And everybody likes pictures, right?

I would just like to centralize a little. I'm afraid I keep missing comments and not replying because occasionally my head spins between the two blogs. And I'm sure that having two blogs (not laziness) is what kept me from being able to finish my awesome 12 Days of Christmas. Yeah, that's the ticket--totally the two blog thing. Not laziness. No way.

So if you read this or both blogs, would you hate that? Yea for centralization? Nay for centralization?

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Modern Marvels

Unclutterer is one of my favorite household blogs. It's devoted to streamlined living (but not overly minimalist... the Manifesto On Simple Living explains better than I could). Every Wednesday is "Unitasker Wednesday", featuring items that are stunning in the narrowness of their functional range. I find all of these items highly amusing, especially The SnacDaddy.

(We do happen to own a unitasker--a monogrammed steak brand. But I'm not sorry. The husb wanted one for ages, and you only turn 30 once.)

When I was little, I used to get those Lillian Vernon catalogs and pore over them, dreaming of all the things I'd do if I only had the resources to buy all the stuff I wanted. (I also filled out every shopper survey, thinking how nice it was that they wanted all this information on me and actually cared what I liked and disliked. I'm sure I, personally, am responsible for hundreds of tons of junk mail.)

Thinking of Unitaskers, I wandered over the internets to the Lillian Vernon website, and found that it is no less magical than it was when I was child.

Fr'instance:

No explanation necessary.
Stainless-Steel Knorks
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For the sociopath...
Monogrammed Cutting Board
(Because what's cooler than watching your initial fill up with blood? Or better yet, the initial of someone you can't stand?)
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For the foot fetishist...
Sterling Silver Script Name Anklet
(I'm sorry, but who wants people bending down to look at their ankles and being like, "What does that say?" I guess I just don't know anyone over the age of 19 who wants their ankles to get that much attention.)
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For the martyr in your family...
Fireplace Grate
(Maybe it's just me, but I find something sort of... sacrificial about putting my family's name in the fire. Wouldn't you be a little insulted if someone gave you this?)
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On a similar note...
Car Floor Mats
(Seriously? Poor Kathy.)
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For the pompous jerk on your list...
Monogrammed Polished Eyeglass Holder
(This says to the world, "Hey, see these glasses I just took off and put in a container on my desk? Make no mistake about it, they're MINE!")
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Because maybe your neighbors aren't yet 100% convinced that you're crazy...
Sugared Egg Garland and Wreath
(Do you think the UPS man says a little prayer before he rings the doorbell at the house that has this displayed? Because it totally screams "serial killer" to me.)
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Okay, that's all. The dog is hungry and he's looking like he's going to stab me in the calf with a knork if I don't hurry up and feed him.

Happy Tuesday!

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

More getting of things, more, more, more...!

My obsession lately is getting rid of things. I've cut more than a few items loose that I never would have imagined giving up a couple of months ago. My pink shoes, for instance. I have never, ever been able to find a good outfit for those pink shoes. So let them go to a teenager with big feet.

I dug around under the bathroom sink a week ago and pulled out a container full of toiletries, intending to brutally purge many of them. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy as I'd hoped.

I had even come up with a little rule for myself: if you use it one to three times a week, you can have ONE of something. If you use it three to five times a week, you can have two. Six or seven times (or more) a week, and you can have three. Sounds brilliant, right? A good way to keep yourself from being known as "the girl who smells like Fruity Pebbles" if that's the scent of the lotion you have at the moment.

That's all well and good until you actually look at the bottles of lotion you've vowed to toss. And the six (count 'em!) facial moisturizers, five of which have SPF and therefore can't possibly be thrown away. And the five tubs of night cream (thank goodness Winston ate the contents of one a few months ago, six would push me over the edge).

The result is that I'm trying to use everything up. And the result of THAT is that I have radiantly moisturized and baby soft skin. My undereye area has never been so joyously non-dry. At night I use the non-SPF moisturizer on my face, one little tub thing under my eyes, another one on top of that, and the marshmallow cream on my neck. Which explains the vague, dreamlike memory I have of Winston pouncing on my neck in the middle of last night trying to lick me to death.

My efforts are paying off; I've already gone through a bottle of baby lotion, a facial cleanser, several mostly-empty handsoap pumps, and approximately four hundred bottles of shampoo and conditioner (it's a sickness). Things on the list I suspect will never get used: the pomade. The eight body sprays. The baby oil -- oh the baby oil! -- why do I own baby oil? And why, specifically, so MUCH baby oil? I don't have a baby. I have no idea what to do with the baby oil.

But I will get through many of the tubs and moisturizers and lotions. And I already know which ones I'll buy again when I eventually run out. And I guess that's the challenge. Standing there, looking over the luscious tubs of many colors, will I have the strength to buy just one? Or will I end up with a horrific assortment and another quart of baby oil to haunt me all my days?

I'm interested in hearing other people's strategies for purging toiletries. I'm having an especially difficult time with body sprays, because most of the scents are so nostalgic for me (and I confess I adore the Fruity Pebbles scented one). But I can't even wear those to work because my boss is allergic. What to do, what to do?

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Dangerously refashionable.

It's been a long time since I talked about Sue, my style-conscious friend, but today's post concerns her directly.

These are scary times for Sue.

I am in the middle of Wardrobe Refashion, and that, coupled with a few other factors, has made me a bit reckless about my clothing choices. There's something about being under stress, I realized, that makes me want to dress a little nuttier. It's like my own person kind of control-freakishness, because heaven knows I'm far too messy to be obsessively clean or anything like that.

Today, for instance, I'm wearing a dress I got at Goodwill. It was a long blue sack-like sweater dress, and I bought it because it looked really comfy for lounging around the house. Then I got it home (and washed) and tried it on, and I realized that I looked like some bizarre mid-90s executive minimalist with a modern art twist. Or a giant blue sock, if that's easier to picture.

This morning, faced with nothing fun to wear, I chopped the (ankle length) dress just under the knee and widened the collar (too much). I folded the widened collar on itself to form a triangular drape and pinned it in place with my orange "k" pin. Then I found the grey sweater I shrunk on purpose (initially with the aim of making a hat, but I'm not sure), cut the sleeves off, and pulled them over my feet.

Voila! Leg warmers.

I have to confess. I love leg warmers. I'm lucky right now because they're kind of "in", but the truth is that I have never stopped loving leg warmers, especially striped ones. The slouchier the better.

Today is a work-at-home day, and that means no one is going to see me except God, Winston, the plumber (should he deign to show up), and the people renting the house across the street. Oh, and the construction workers.

Maybe I look like a monkey who broke into Goodwill in the middle of the night and got caught trying on clothes when the lights came on.

But gosh darn it, as long as I have my leg warmers, I'm a happy monkey.

Just don't tell Sue.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Which books to keep.

(Okay, 4Horses, you asked for it... Latawnya, the Naughty Horse, Learns to Say "No" to Drugs.)

I don't think I'm alone here when I say I have a lot of books. I think there are two types of book owners: people like me (and probably most people who read this blog), and people like the husb. I am a book hoarder. While I'm by no means the most hard-core book hoarder, I still have enough shelves-ful to baffle non-readers who come into my house.

The husb owns, I think, ten books. A few film books, a few poker books, one Tom Clancy, the first Harry Potter, and a Calvin and Hobbes treasury.

But in keeping with my new "less is more" philsophy, I've realized two things. (1) The library rules. Especially the LA Public Library. You can go to their website, find any book anywhere in the system, have it held at any of the eight billion (grillion, if you read Christy's blog) branches, and then return it to any of those branches. And the best part is, if you hate a book, you don't have to keep it just because you're a book hoarder. In fact, keeping library books is highly discouraged.

Also, I have realized that (2) stacking books in front of shelved books is a sign that you need either bigger bookshelves or fewer books. And getting bigger shelves is not very "less is more". It's kind of "more is more". Which is great for those Texans with 6,500 square foot masterplanned houses, but will not do for the rest of us.

So how does one decide which books to keep?

I've sort of thought about it, and ideally I would only books that meet one or more of the following conditions:

* I love it
* The husb loves it (the poker books)
* It's a reference book that we might conceivably refer to at some point
* It's a book I would read again
* It's a book I might want my far-off someday children to read
* It's a book a guest might grab off the shelves to read while visiting (and I wouldn't be ashamed if they thought it was a book I really liked)
* I haven't read it yet

Of course, the problem with keeping the ones I haven't read yet is that many of them I will possibly NEVER get to and never read.

But I gave five books to the library the other day, so that's a start, right?

I feel a list coming on.

5 Books I Own That I Probably Should Have Read By Now:
1. Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl
2. The World According to Garp by John Irving
3. Paradise by Toni Morrison
4. Midwives by Chris Bohjalian
5. Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt

As you can see, I am lagging behind the rest of the literary world in this regard.

Now a special list, brought to you by Winston.

Book Winston Hates With a Burning Passion:
1. The Thornbirds by Colleen McCullough

Winston singled this book out as a pup and has never stopped hating it. He wants to destroy it desperately. It's the only book he has ever put his teeth on. And as you can see, he did a bang-up job (and continues to work on it, every chance he gets).

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Sunday, September 30, 2007

And so it begins...

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My 2-month commitment to Wardrobe Refashion begins tomorrow, although technically it's not like I've bought any clothes this week (well, for myself), so I'm just that much harder-core. Hard corer. Hardy.

In honor of this pledge to refurbish, remodel, refashion, or re-love (via thrifting) existing clothes, rather than dumping my money into the industrial fashion machine, here's a list of some projects I really want to get done soon:

(1) The maxi dress.
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I have a few patterns that are either this length or could be cut to this length. I just want something breezy and casual to wear around the house on weekends, so when I walk Winston, my neighbors don't always have to wonder if I only own one pair of sweatshorts. (I do. But I wash them a lot.)

(2) Pajama pants that don't really look like pajama pants at first glance. Again, for walking the dog, mostly. My current choice of pajama pants right now have either poodles, cherries and lipstick kisses, or large cartoony bugs (the "bug pants" are sort of the bane of the husb's existence). It would be really nice to have, say, a nice muted rusty brown or an army green, something that doesn't immediately shout, "I JUST ROLLED OUT OF BED AND I DON'T CARE ENOUGH ABOUT FAMILY HONOR TO GET DRESSED BEFORE I WALK MY DOG."

(I should clarify that we live on a cul de sac, so it's not like I'm parading around on Ventura Boulevard in my jammies. There are just four houses-worth of neighbors who know what I sleep in.)

(3) An orange dress. Orange is the theme color of the husb's company, which is a family business in many senses of the term, but not in the mafia way. For all the social occasions that revolve around the company, I think a nice swingy knit dress made from the never-used orange king-size jersey sheet set I thrifted is highly appropriate.

(4) A coat for Winston. Here's a tip for you neophyte pet-outfitters: NEVER use fleece in a dog coat unless you live in a very humid climate. Last year I whipped up a little fleece ensemble for Winston, and when I went to take it off of him after our toasty walk around the neighborhood, it shocked him approximately 400,000 times. I had to pull it over his head, and he was just giving me this look as if to say, "WHY, Mother? WHY?"

The new dog coat shall be corduroy with a nice cotton lining and polyester batting, and it will fasten around the chest, not slip over the head.

(5) The dye-job on my brilliant orange coat. Yes, orange is the family color, but this jacket is really really super orange. So I'm going to give it a dye bath and see what we come up with. Sue says I need to be careful because homemade dyes often don't come out consistently, but my thinking is, when was the last time you saw someone wearing a mottled-colored garment and said, "What a botched home dye job!" No, you just assume they paid big moolah for it. Especially if the buttons are still bright orange.

Okay, there's a lot more, but we're going out to dinner and I need to go put makeup on. I have shamed the family enough for one day.

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Things I couldn't do if I tried.

I'm sorely tempted by Wardrobe Refashion. Basically, you pledge for 2, 4, or 6 months not to buy clothes from a retail establishment. The idea is to work with what you have (dye, alter, etc.), to make clothes for yourself (buying fabric is okay), or to buy stuff in thrift stores and either wear it or make it into something.

You're allowed to buy ready-to-wear work clothes (but my work clothes are the same as all my other clothes), undergarments, shoes, and one item of clothing per month, but you have to post on the blog and confess.

I haven't been buying much lately in general, and I am definitely in favor of cutting back on (1) cheap items of clothing that everyone else in the world owns, and (2) items of clothing made in less-than-ideal conditions, say, by the fingers of tiny Chinese children. (No, I don't know who makes my fabric, but I'll look into it eventually.)

As for #1, one of the most surprising moments of my life was when I showed up to a wedding wearing the exact same dress as another girl. And it wasn't your basic black shift, either. I actually got really embarrassed and annoyed, a much stronger reaction than I would have thought I would feel. Erica B. blogged about this and proves that pictures are worth a thousand words. (Here at katiesews, we get the 1,000 words.)

We have a family wedding coming up. I don't want that to happen again.

I'm also trying to keep an eye on trends, since fashion is all of a sudden fascinating to me after having ignored it for, oh, 30 years of my life. And in doing this, I learned that for Fall 2007, purple is the new whatever-was-the-new-thing-last-year.

That is why I bought purple fabric to make the new and improved, smaller and all-around better pineapple dress (that's what it will always be called, no matter what fabric goes into it). I labored over this new dress with the help of my dress form, Katie Jr., adjusting pleats and pinning and basting and safety-pin sewing and trying my hardest to be worthy of wearing the season's hottest color.

When the husb got home, I tried it on for him, even though there's still no zipper because Sue made me promise not to do to this dress what I did to the last one, and that means I have to wait for her to come over and show me how to sew zippers.

He said, "Maybe you should wear that to the party."

"I want to wear it to the wedding. Purple is the new hip color, and I want to wear purple."

"You could wear that to the party, though..." (wait for it) "...and get something... nice for the wedding."

Grr!

Especially because I went to the website of the company where I bought a dress last year for a different wedding, and no lie -- out of six pages of dress options, two items are pantsuits, two are knee-length, and the rest must be stapled to the poor model's underpants. They are so. so. so. short. You can't show that much thigh at an outdoors Pacific Northwest wedding. I'm pretty sure it's just not done.

I do have another pattern and another fabric that I'm going to try to whip into a garment. This one doesn't have a zipper so it doesn't depend on Sue's whims and/or schedule. It's a really stretchy, heavy knit, though, so perhaps my next blog entry will be about my nervous breakdown caused by dealing with a stretchy, heavy knit.

Speaking of refashioning, here's an old picture of Winston wearing his tough-dog sweatshirt. It does have a heart, but it's still a tough-guy shirt because, cough, whoever appliqued the heart did a really terrible job. The actual shirt is the cut-off leg of a pair of sweatpants I cropped to be capris.

Clearly, he loves it.

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

eBay makes me feel dirty.

This is not a judgment on people who buy or sell on eBay (because I know a lot of lovely people who do), but visiting eBay and browsing there makes me feel like I'm in some crazy old aunt's house wading through her dusty, grimy, useless collection of old crap. Doesn't anybody just throw anything away anymore? Do you really have to sell it? And for that matter, do people really need to buy it? Just the thought of collecting someone else's junk skeeves me out. "Oh, this was taking up so much room in your damp, smelly living room, I'm so glad to help you out by using it to clutter mine!"

Eeeeee. Yuck.

In other news, I'm back on the Diet Coke habit. I think I'm up to three a day. Maybe more. Maybe that Coke Zero nonsense is actually a highly addictive formula designed to bring wayward sheep like me back to the Coca Cola fold. All I know is, by the time I get to work, it's a miracle I haven't fallen asleep already. The caffeine is very necessary. I'm starting to wonder if Trader Joe's forgot to put Decaf stickers on the coffee I bought.

Speaking of Trader Joe's, I'm insanely hungry. I ate some TGI Friday's Potato Skins from the vending machine. Odd little snack those are. They don't fool me -- that's not a potato skin, that's potato meal pressed into the very idealized shape of a small potato skin and then dusted with a fine coating of cheddar and bacon flavoring.

And the worst part is, they're all gone! Boo hoo.

Winston is great. Work is good. Writing is good, meaning I've been doing some. Fascinated lately by short fiction. Got an idea bumping around the old noggin like a pinball. Haven't worked on it yet, to speak of.

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