4.21.2009

modern stone-age family

It's been bloody hot.
Fantastically hot.
But still.. HOT.

Springtime weather is in full swing, mid-low nineties, holy mackerel. I've always fancied my old decrepit digs except for one not-so-small issue. Temperature fluctuation blows. Living in an, shall we say, vintage? Yes. A rather "vintage" unit, with single-paned windows can be a a pain, hah!

When it's cold it is burr burr cold cold, and when it's hot it's blood boiling. I remember a few years back for my birthday it was record highs, hitting 105. Which actually means it's about 115 in my little place. A girlfriend came over to pick me up and drop off some bubbly. Within seconds her party dress was above her head and her dome was in the freezer. Yes, you get my drift.

Sleeping has been out of wack due to my zero obligations until the new job is a go. I enjoy not having any requirements really for my days, but staying up until the wee wee house and sleeping half my day away is sucky-two-times. Especially when you roll out of bed with a sheer film of sweat because the heat is peaking come noontime. Oy vey!

Experimenting with leathers has been fun and I'm having no shortage of tinkering whatsoever. You really become a true MacGyver when you're refurbing your own collection of jewels to make new things. I really think it's an excuse for the fact that I don't have copious amounts of expendable funds. Which is good, keeps you crafty and clever.




I revamped my Etsy store a bit. I'm digging the new over-all look. I'm sure it'll be an evolution as I tend to get bored with aesthetic appeal pretty easy. We'll see..

I went on a font binge. Fonts. FONTS! fawnts. Typeface? I love fonts, I've always loved fonts, but I especially love really groovy fonts that totally evoke a certain feel, or vibe. I'm especially keen on those handwritten scrawling fonts, the types that look like someones junior high binder circa 1988, or those of the art deco-y persuasion. The only gripe I have is that there are SO MANY. It sucks even moreso when you spy a dope font online and can't track it down. Though I'm a determined little bunny, so my stubbornness really aids the search.

The End.
Over and Out.
Ten-Four Tiny!

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