My "Plan B" is the seam ripper, Clover's, to be exact. I am loyal to some brands, this is my best seam ripper. I cannot think of a project that I did not have to take out at least one stitch, or all of them. I am meticulous when it comes to sewing, and cooking, and cleaning, and ironing, and okay...living.
Where was I? Oh yeah, seam ripper, it is really sharp. I will use whatever I find first, but, whichever machine I am using, I try to have this seam ripper next to me! I know, I should buy a second one!
Here is the latest project on which I have used the ripper:
No, I did not use the seam ripper on the model, although, if she ever gets chewing gum in her hair...
I admit, I love cooking! We have homemade dinner most days, we may eat at a restaurant twice a month.
I am not big on gadgets, but, the few that I use, are life saving. One of my favorite tools in the kitchen is the garlic press. I do not mind smashing garlic with the back of my butcher knife, but, after that, I do not care to chop garlic. At all. I have gone through a few garlic presses in my years as an amateur chef, and I absolutely love the Rösle Garlic Press!
I can put a garlic clove in the press without removing the skin and it presses all of the garlic, best of all, it has the easiest clean-up, really!
I know, how boring! Try it, you will become excited, too, and begin making garlic butter more often for your bread-starved family!
So, last weekend, Jimmy and myself had a 24-hr flu or stomach virus of some sort. Most likely the latter, but, I am no medical professional. Apparently, we caught the mysterious ailment from our 2 year old.
Both my husband and I woke up feeling ill. I continued my life as a college student who had homework to do and a mother to a newly potty-trained toddler. Jimmy, on the other hand, realized that his life was on the line, I thought at one point that he had been shot. It became clear to me that his stomach virus was much worse than mine. How do you operationalize such a thing? I will tell you how:
If you are walking around and functioning as you were the day before and the other person is not able to even put a diaper on a child, you are not the same kind of sick.
If you are walking, and the other person is spread-eagle in the middle of the floor, you
are not the same kind of sick.
If you do not want to eat and the other person does not either, you are not the same kind of sick, because one of you will eat six scoops of ice cream, and drink a 12 ounce can of Mountain Dew, and later violently vomit it all. Yes, this is the person that you thought could have died earlier in the day. I know what you are thinking, but I do not care much for Mountain Dew.
The next day in my Medical Sociology class, seriously, the next day, we learned that "women get sicker, but men die quicker." The lecture was about how a man is more likely to die from a disease than a woman.
Thank you, uterus, thank you.
**The uterus, mine at least, has been added to the March of the Tools. Sorry, no pictures, you enter "uterus" in Google Images on your own, I am a bit scarred, which I thought was practically impossible.
This is my favorite comb. I have owned this comb for about 12 years, I do not know where I bought it, if I did. There are no substitutions, either, many have tried, but, if I do not have it, my hair is a mess, and so is the rest of my day.
It is in my nature to buy multiples of something if I love it, and I have not been able to find one exactly like it. Well, this is one reason why this comb is so lovely, ponytails like this:
We saw Sesame Street Live today, will recap in next post, as well as our bout with a 24 flu!