It is really hot, ok? I usually don't use the A/C in the car because for the majority of the year, Wisconsin is really cold. We bitch and moan about how summer should get here already, but when summer is here, we seek refuge in air conditioned cars and homes. It doesn't make sense, well, other than sleeping at a comfortable temperature, but A/C in the car? I'll sweat it out for a few minutes to feel the slight breeze as I drive. This morning, however, I did turn on the A/C in the car.
This past weekend, we saw Pacific Rim, which was exciting. Matt and I had very similar reactions at certain points in the movie. It was pretty great. Afterwards, we went to Walter's for Catey's birthday. That was fun, as usual. I've just been trying to keep cool. Something I have been working on, though, explains the photograph above.
Before Hazel graced us all with her presence, I promised Mary I would make Hazel a little owl plush. I was unsure of where to get the fabric from, but I knew I would probably have to visit Joann's or something. I didn't realize something more personal would present itself. That shirt up there was one of the first shirts I bought when I switched out of the cafe. It's one of my favorite shirts and has traveled from NYC to California. I have gotten loads of compliments on it and it's just a $12 shirt from H&M. It had a tiny rip in the armpit area, but no big. A couple weeks ago, I was reaching down to grab some bags at work and I felt that rip open up. I was bummed that my favorite shirt would have to go in the trash, but I couldn't let it go. I then had the brilliant idea to make Hazel's plush from the remaining fabric of my favorite shirt. I washed it and set to work on this project.
I started this Monday night and hopefully, with another day off tomorrow, I can finish it. All the stitching I do is by hand because a) that's how I learned and b) I don't own a working sewing machine. Hand-stitching will take a lot longer, but it makes it more personal and special. I remember when I was about four or five,my aunt taught me how to sew by hand. In retrospect, it's kind of strange that little ol' me was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons and trying to follow the drawn on letters in a straight line. I'm grateful for it, though, because I now can share those skills with others. That's pretty great.