Full of etsy envy, she demanded of the internets: Come make stuff at my house.
Katie I'm talking to you. You're the only one I am not facebook friends with to send an invite to my sexist ladies sewing circle. And all you other facebooked crabdogs are to take note. Everyone is actually invited, I just thought the boys would make fun of me. And then I'd have to disfigure them terribly with acids.
I'm going to learn how to use a sewing machine, but there will also be painting and drawing and knitting and making jewelry and maybe Jill will play Queen songs for us with the keyboard I own and don't know how to play and someone else can play the guitar I own and don't know how to play and it will be super duper hippie chic slash martha stewart slash indie chicks slash awesome and we'll all have a splendid time in my tiny apartment that has no chairs. I might even wear a cardigan with pearls. And I am asking mommy to bring cake.
Anyway, details:
My apartment is on 47th and the ave, above Costas.
Party starts at 3pm on the 21st and ends eventually
Before that, we're going to Joann's to pick up fabric at noon.
Bring an artsy project or activity you can do while sitting on the floor cushions or on a bed
Please do not utter the word "transistor" anywhere near me.
I'm sick of schematics and making both sides equal and defining boundary conditions and thinking about surface energy. I want to see pretty colors. I'm sick of text. Barf barf barf.
(Guess who has a lab report due tomorrow?)
pretty colors make me want to barf.barf.barf. I hate crafts. I'm going snoeshowing on Sunday. It's an extreme sport, not for the crafty.
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umm since when is snowshoeing extreme? Oh wait, maybe you're teleporting in from the future 1000 meters above an arctic lake on another planet populated exclusively by yeti. Otherwise I'm pretty sure another word for what you're doing is walking.
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