Getting a life

My friend posted this on my wall on Facebook. It came from here. I don't know where they got it. The point is not that I don't know who the genious is who made this (either the meme or the sweater).... wait, the point IS the cat in a sweater.

My friends have been busy making these:

And these:

And some more of these:

I love all these little bugs.

In the mean time, I've had to keep myself entertained. So I made these:

I kept most of these originally and then started giving them away.

 And these:

I gave these to some of the previously pictured children.

And then I got bored with crochet and made this:

My sister wrote the haiku and sent it via IM. She didn't know
I'd use it against her and my nephew.

And then once when I was underemployed, I had some fabric, a frame, and house paint, so this happened:

I've since glued a bunch of buttons to this. Because... buttons.

My Facebook album is full of cats and I do worry that they're sending the wrong message. I am not a cat lady. But I not NOT a cat lady.

They don't like when I work.

I mean, Emma and Mr Darcy do sleep in the bed with me. And I do kiss them on their faces. And Mr Darcy, bless his giantness, spoons like a champion and no man can compare to his nap-time snuggle.

 

But I don't crocket/knit them little outfits because that would be ridiculous.

 

And they would try to murder me in my sleep.

 

Another time I might have spent an entire weekend jamming hundreds of little pushpins in the wall and then wrapping yarn around them until I made a tree in the house. And then my friend bought me some pictures of birds I framed and hung on my bedroom tree.

Thank you Pinterest. You're brilliant.

And when I shared it on Facebook, someone might have said I needed to get a life.  That someone might have been my childless aunt who didn't marry until 47 who I'd looked up to as a reason it was okay that I was choosing a different path. But that's a different heartache...

 

"Get a life."

 

I thought that's what I'd been having.

1. Seattle Public Library. 2 Chihuly Exhibit, Seattle 3. Seagulls, Seattle 4. Katie thinks painting is a contest.

1. Mr Darcy refuses to accept new couch. 2. 8 year old nieces are awesome. 3. Angry pony. 4. Banana left in car overnight during winter

I might take too many self portraits. And pictures of cats.

 But I've got a life. And probably 2 cats who need sweaters since they both thinking that sleeping in my recycling bin is cozy....

Sunday.

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Note: This post is 90% screen shots of my Facebook albums. Partially because I was too lazy to download everything from my phone/find the original picture files. But then it became like a fun and random collage of things further proving my hypothesis: I have a life. It's mine.

 

Note 2: I'm in no way suggesting the individuals bearing the children pictured above (or in the world) are ONLY the havers of children and not the havers of other life-things. I love your children. I love you. I love you without them. And with them. And before them. And after them. And you're part of my having a life. (Also, if you're annoyed I posted pictures of your kids on the internet, let me know. Or if you're annoyed because I DIDN'T post pictures of your kids, it's only because they didn't show up in my Facebook album in a fun way and it's not your fault or theirs. Or mine.)