I did find some time to work on my crocheted blanket I've been working on for officially over a year now. I think I added about three rows to it. Huzzah! My mom was in town for a week at the beginning of December, and then I was busy doing...stuff. Really, I'm not sure what I've been doing for the last month-ish. I did see Eddie Vedder in concert two nights in a row, which was pretty much the best Christmas/birthday/Labor Day present a girl could ever give herself. Seriously. That man is amazing.
One thing I wasn't doing last month (besides blogging) was coming up with clever predicaments for an elf who is supposed to sit on a shelf. Oh my gosh, do y'all (I'm probably wrongfully assuming more than one person reads this) have friends who do this for their kids?! My Facebook feed was clogged with pictures of the footless elves with beady little eyes doing such wacky things as lounging in a bowl of marshmallows, fishing, and finding himself taped to the bathroom mirror by some dastardly superheroes. At least my friends seemed to be fairly tame with their elf antics. I don't think I saw one elf "poop" out peppermints, so there's that.
Dear Lord, my husband and I can't remember to get the mail every day. There's no way we'd remember to move an elf every night for a month. And then I'd have to make him "do" something? And then clean up after him? For 24 nights in a row, or however long it is the elf hangs around? In the words of E., "No thank you." In the words of me, "Fuck no." And I'd have to remember he's "real?" This is a recipe for disaster. I almost gave the elf away the night after Christmas. We were having dinner with some friends and their kids were talking about their elf. I said to the mom, in front of the kids, "Yeah, there's no way we could keep up with an elf and make him do stuff every night...um, I mean...," as she shot me death glares. "These fried pickles are really good, aren't they kids?" Super awkward.
One thing I did do, besides sit on my ass and dream of the cool felt coasters I was going to make but never did, was paint our coffee table. Our old one was a piece of crap. We were actually paid to take it from a furniture store. True story. We had bought a couch from said store, and then a couple days later I noticed the couch was on a sale and you got a free coffee table or ottoman. Woo! I called the store, they gave us the coffee table, and then refunded us the difference of the sale price. Now, shockingly the table was not of the best craftsmanship, and it was starting to get kind of scuzzy looking with odd, filmy blotches on it. I was going to search Craigslist for one, but then that little crafty light bulb went off in my head. I decided to paint it. And best of all, I promised my husband it would cost us less than five dollars. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I'll upload the pictures
