Third finished object of the year! Yeah, yeah, I skipped one. But that project had a hasty finish: it had to catch a plane to Arizona with my Mom to be gifted to the recipient.

I present to you my long mittens (not sure if this negates their loveliness, but I guess these were inspired by a pair Bella wore in a Twilight movie, something that I could care less about; I just really liked the look of them). Originally I intended these to go with my new coat. After finishing the first, I decided I needed gray for my new coat. So these will go along with other miscellaneous coats. Casting on gray tomorrow hopefully. Eventually I will be making hats and scarves for red and gray as well.

I'm currently nursing another random obsession. This time with antique keys.

Strangely, I've always considered my preferred aesthetic to be modern. I think this mostly holds true with furniture: though singular antique pieces do catch my fancy, I'll never have a fussy room or house full of them. I imagine some day I'll own antique tables and benches, but they'll be mixed in with my ikea furniture.

Anyway, keys. Bought this shirt. Searching etsy vintage brings up temptations like this. But what would I do with them? I could probably add a small one to my locket chain, that would be lovely. But what else?

Two things tonight, completely unrelated.

First, it has been lovely in Chicago, but ladies - put on some pants. I saw one girl in the shortest dress in the world with bare legs and another with some tights that needed a skirt (at the very least). Tights + a normal shirt is NOT an outfit. Seriously, this is looking to be a ridiculously naked spring in these parts.

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Best. Scam. Email. Ever.

Subject: READ AND STAY BLESSED

Body: I am Mrs Maria Johnson, a dying woman with cancer who has decided to will her fortune to you for personal and charitable goals.Contact my lawyer Barr. Walter Harman via email: ([email address was here, removed] ) to secure the funds. I pray you act sincerely.
Maria Johnson.


Short, sweet, to the point, winning over idiots and religious zealots everywhere. New tactic I haven't seen. And that email address I removed? Was a gmail account. Pretty solid try there Mrs. Maria Johnson.

I was nervous when I first moved in to my apartment. There are two exits - a door to a back alley and a door to the main entrance hallway. These doors are downstairs while my bedroom is up. In order to overcome my fear of someone breaking in and raping me in my sleep I installed a really classy alarm system: I hung two sleigh bells on each door. They smack the door whenever it opens or closes. This is noisy. Being a light sleeper, I figured this would be all the alarm I would ever need. That was five years ago. Last Friday night I realized that those sleigh bells that were making me less afraid? Useless. Because apparently when I'm truly asleep I sleep like the dead. I give you exhibits a-c:

1. Loml shows up at my apartment after his show at 2am. He brings with him a very large, heavy piece of plastic which holds his gear from said show. I do not realize he is there until he is next to the bed, shining his iphone like a flashlight to find his way around. Which means he opened the belled door, deposited his gear, closed and locked the door, climbed the creaky stairs and traversed the creaky floor to get to my bed without me waking.
   
2. He then tells me about two other occasions. The first: we hang out at my apartment, he somehow gets all the way home without his wallet. He then comes back and searches for it. He found it under the love seat. I slept right through it all.
3. The second: he's staying over. He gets up in the middle of the night, ends up going downstairs and having a snack. Comes back up to bed. All without my knowledge.
   

Sleep like the dead. Yes, I definitely still have issues falling asleep. But staying asleep? I guess not so much.

I think this is a possible future robot tattoo.

I love it. Passionate love.