no more blueprint!

Did you hear? Yeah, it's true.

Another magazine I actually read and enjoy is done. First it was Jane, and now Blueprint. There's a whole discussion going on over on Flickr in the Martha Stewart Group. Ugh. It just upsets me so much! I really looked forward to getting my Blueprint every month. So now I wonder what they'll do with the rest of my subscription. When Jane folded I got the remaining issues of my subscription switched to Glamour. Yuck. I figured Glamour was better than the $6 or whatever I had left on the subscription, but let me tell you... It wasn't. So I wonder if Martha will pony-up and give out issues of Martha Stewart Living or what. We shall see I guess. But in the meantime, I need to find something new and intelligent to subscribe to. It may take awhile...

want to see a broken sewing machine?

Me neither. But you're gonna anyways.

There it is. Busted good. The needle will NOT pick up the bobbin thread. Apparently it's on strike. Or lazy. Or wants to see me in tears. Or needs to be re-timed (probably). But whatever the problem is... I'm just a little devastated about it. Because I was making some serious progress on the Sophia Bag. I was actually putting the piping on the outside panels when the disaster happened. I would take pictures, but I'm just too disheartened. Ugh. So I guess my sewing machine will need to go to Jo-Ann's or somewhere to be looked at. Which will probably be a fortune or take FOREVER. Or both. *Sigh*

annoyed

So our current landlord has been showing our apartment since we gave him notice a month and a half ago. Which is fine obviously, but it gets kind of old having the PLACE YOU LIVE shown and shown and shown and shown... Right. You can imagine I'm sure. Last week he was supposed to show it and the people showed up late, so poor Eric got barged in on by the landlord and lookers. Nice. So tonight he was supposed to show the place at 7:15. We come home at 7:40 and he's sitting out front in his car, then comes walking up to us, "uh, the girl can't come tonight, I'm going to show it tomorrow at 7:30." How about no? Right. I'm a tenant. I have no choice. You can come and look at my boxed up crap whenever you want to. Really, it's my pleasure...

So we will again be hiding out somewhere until 8:00. Fantastic.

table and such

So this is the new coffee table I ordered yesterday from Wal-Mart. Yes, I know, Wal-Mart... But I do like the look of it. Hopefully it won't look horribly cheap once it's put together. I was thinking about it today (the table) and I think it's kind of a physical example of how I feel about my life lately. Nothing seems permanent (except maybe Eric). I don't know how long I'm going to stay at my job, I know we'll move again in a year, my new coffee table is a cheap-o from Wal-Mart, etc, etc. I'm not trying to whine, but I guess I just feel frustrated about my lack of roots lately. 27 is looming and I would love to decorate a house that I knew I would get to stay in for a little while at least... Find a neighborhood, plant some flowers, buy some decent furniture... But seriously, I should probably count blessings for what I do have and the fact that I can afford a roof over us, even if it is temporary.

Speaking of that roof... I moved a few boxes and clothes to the new apartment today. I brought a pile of hanging clothes and they barely made a dent in my HUGE walk in closet. Fantastic. I can't believe the closet space in the whole place. There's a nice linen closet in the bathroom, and a nice sized hall closet by the front door. The other bedroom closet is good sized too. Mmmmm... closets... See, I really have nothing to complain about.