So, this happened.
Yes. This is a cat. In my own home. Her name is CeeCee and we adopted her today. I don’t think there is a way to properly communicate my feelings of excitement and cat-love.
This is part of the reason I haven’t been posting as much lately – my free time has been eaten up by cleaning and cat-proofing the apartment, buying supplies (I wish they sold human-sized cat playgrounds/trees), and doing research on food/litter brands/training techniques/amusing cat gifs.
Now I just need to turn my mental energies back to the exam (yes, that) and then on Monday I can get back to crafting and blogging and showering pets and cuddles and affection on the newest member of our household.
I’ve come to realize that I enjoy crafting partially for the challenge and reward of doing something new, so I don’t tend to repeat projects once they’re already done. However, I have made an exception for one craft I’ve done multiple times and I’m still not tired of – the decorated canvas sneaker.
My first one – a squid (I love squids and octopuses just as much as I love jellyfish). I did these three years ago so they are pretty foul by now, but I still do like to look at them and wiggle my toes so the squid’s arms go woodly-woo. Here’s a picture from when the shoes were less grubby! On a totally unrelated note, I am REALLY glad I stopped cutting my own hair.
A henna-inspired design (I did these while I proctored biology exams this past summer – I got some really weird looks but I like how they turned out).
And what’s this? Two more pairs, unmarked and full of promise! I have grand plans for these two. I’m currently noodling over some preliminary designs for my pair, and I know what I’m doing for the pair on the right (a present for someone!) – but that’s still a secret yet (:
All this drawing means that I have inadvertently discovered the strange beauty of colored pencil shavings. Consequently, the
heap attractive and enviable collection has been growing on my desk for several days. This may or may not be the first red flag signifying that I am a hoarder.
I feel like my crafting has been MIA of late, partially because of what’s happening in school right now. Normally I have a near-superhuman willpower to ignore the call to go do homework and work on my hobbies instead, but not with this unit, unfortunately. We’re working on the musculoskeletal unit. This means lots of memorization of things that have way too similar of names (there should not be a muscle in the leg also called the biceps, it is patently unfair) and also lots of time spent in anatomy lab. It also means lots of time for study-doodling (a practice in which I convince myself that spending an absurd amount of time drawing the muscles of the thigh is an efficient study technique)!
chapstick: the most essential part of any learning process
Anatomy lab is a strange part of medical school. When I’m amongst my classmates and teachers, dissecting a dead body, holding a human heart, etc. seem like totally normal things to do. Then, sometimes I realize (mostly with the help of my boyfriend) that what my classmates and I have been doing every day this week is totally bizarre. I’m still not so sure how I feel about anatomy lab. I kind of expected it to be a hugely transformative experience (a la Body of Work by Christine Montross) but really I just spend a lot of time stressed out that I can’t find the stupid nerve I’m looking for, or that one of the professors just tricked me into thinking a tendon was a nerve. But as foul and confusing as it can be, when I reflect back on the time spent in lab I do feel so grateful that Gerold (our cadaver – we are provided with their name, age and cause of death) donated his body to science and I get to see what everything is really like outside of a comparatively very dry (literally and figuratively) textbook.
Also – as gross as I realize it is, I think I have discovered my favorite part about dissection: separating large arteries and veins that are encased in sheaths of connective tissue. My lab partners quickly get very frustrated with the endeavor because the vessels are often very firmly stuck together in their protective covering, but I am happy to lean over the tank for half an hour at a time separating a stretch of femoral artery and vein. I blame this entirely on my freakish zen-like patience when it comes to untangling yarn. Thanks, knitting.
I’m back with another sweater post! This time I actually have made appreciable progress on the cardigan – hallelujah. After some long train/bus rides and a few lectures where I could have maybe been paying closer attention (oops), I’ve finished the raglan increases and separated for the sleeves. YAY. I know I still have a majority of the sweater left, but I feel like now I have passed some great milestone. Whatever helps me knit at night, I guess.
Being a student, my life consists of schlepping things in large backpacks and messenger bags from one location to another. Occasionally I study the things that I schlep, but let’s be honest – it’s mostly schlepping.
Because of this affinity for schlepping, I ended up paying very close attention to Ikat Bag’s bag tutorial series. If you haven’t read it or the rest of her blog, check it out – it’s awesome. I particularly liked this series on bags because it was so focused on engendering bag-engineering self-efficacy rather than creating some cute ruffly thing in super-cute designer cotton print. In fact, this series was so good at engendering self-efficacy that I ended up making a bag like-object of my own!
Behold my own version of a(n admittedly strap-less) gusseted tote with a flap! Yep, be appreciative of my sweet bag-making vocabulary. But what is this bag for?
Like I said, I do a lot of schlepping. Most of the schlepped items are either dirty or durable, so it doesn’t matter that they go rattling around in my backpack unattended. But some things are important/delicate/old and I’d rather they not become intimately familiar with my gym shoes and the orphaned almonds at the bottom of my bag. Now all I need to do is a bit of folding and tuck the little package into my bag (it’s conveniently book-sized and shaped) and I’m ready to go!
IT IS SPRING. I have vehemently declared it so; pay no mind to the fact that it’s 40 degrees outside today. To celebrate this awesome spring-ness (and to also to remedy the fact that I have no living organisms in my apartment besides the humans that live there) I decided to make some air plant terrariums, which seem to be pretty hot stuff on the interwebs at the moment.
The kits to make them can get kind of pricey, but if you want to buy in larger quantities and make your own then it gets considerably cheaper. When I bought supplies for twelve, the cost came to less than $4 per terrarium. Some are going to be given away as gifts, and the rest are going to decorate our apartment.
If you want to make your own, you definitely should – it’s very, very hard to screw up. Just pour and arrange, and presto! (: If you’re not sure where to get started, here’s where I got my supplies. I am not receiving any compensation for promoting these – I’m just a satisfied customer.
- Hanging plant terrarium holders, set of 12 from Amazon
- 5 pack of standard air plants, from Etsy (the seller also has more exotic air plants, or sells them individually as well. This shop is great about providing very thorough care instructions for air plants – it is really easy to take care of them, though). You can buy these on Amazon as well, but they’re actually cheaper on Etsy.
- Aquarium gravel – I didn’t buy it online, but it came from Petco and I got it for around $4 for 5 lbs.
- Shells – my stash from California and Chile
Okay – I’m at the point where I’ve written or thought the word “terrarium” so many times that it now does not seem like a real word anymore. So here’s one more picture! Yay air plants.
PS: All photo credits in this post go to David, because I haven’t been at home during the daytime since I made these plants. Poo to not being at home, but yay for awesome boyfriends who like taking pictures (: