That’s all I do.
Well. Not really. But because I don’t technically work many hours, I try to keep busy doing other stuff during the day so I don’t feel like an entire waste of time. Knitting, cooking, baking, sewing, all that kind of good stuff. And once the weather is a tiny bit warmer, I plan on roller skating daily.
Yesterday, I made myself a new key ring. It might sound a little weird, but I sewed a little pouch to put pot pourri in, popped a grommet on and threw it onto a key ring. Of course, I was flat out of pot pourri, so I improvised a little: I used a teabag! HA! A Bengal Spice teabag to be precise, and it smells amazing, as does my purse.
Yum.
Hung with love beside my Olympic schwag key ring.
I also saw The Runaways tonight. Made me wish I was 16 again and full of piss and vinegar. Fuck, man. I missed out on all the cool eras, I was too young for the original punk scene, too old to rave. Too young for glam rock, too old for…emo? Twilight? Maybe it’s not such a bad thing.
Great idea using the teabag. May have to snag that one, my favourite tea…. oh I would much rather my handbag smell like that than Cheddar Bunnies.
Alternately I could just make you one and send it up to you. I have also recently purchased mango/peach tea bags (and the tea they make is piss weak) that might work too.
But I have to make one for Ari first, she’s crazy about it and follows me around with her nose glued to my keys.
totally a fantastic idea!