not good enough

, originally uploaded by beefranck.

I’m nervously awaiting school applications. I’m trying to get into nursing school. If accepted, I’ll be 36 when I start classes. Here is my favorite fear stitched in my favorite font by the lovely and talented Beefranck.

Something about this embroidery makes me smile a little bit. It’s kind of like when I have a headache and my husband tells me it’s probably a tumor. That’s hilarious to me. Maybe it’s actually the opposite of Stuart Smalley.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvgMIerTXl4

Wish me luck!

An Early Mother’s Day Gift for You!

One of the floss winners, Ellen Schinderman, posted this project on Flickr and it really made me smile. It combines, drugs, embroidery, and handspun wool. Can’t beat that with a stick!

I really wanted to give out more floss, but it is really difficult to use, especially with tightly woven fabrics. It tangles and kinks up and misbehaves a lot. I can’t imagine anyone getting it to make readable text, but Ellen did it and I’m happy. (My handspun embroidery is very blurry and loose, so the material works well for me.)

If you like embroidered nekkid people doing naughty things, check out Ellen’s shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/schindermania
Her Flickr stream is here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/schinders/
Her website is here: http://www.schindermania.com/

She is never safe for work, so you’ve been warned.

I hate girls who write like this.

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They eat whatever they want and never gain weight.

I would have died for girly handwriting and a girly name when I was in junior high.

I am Alex and write like a boy. I’m happy to be who I am.

Fonts on my mind

I found a fun list on one of the blogs I read and decided to participate.  If you are bored or artistically constipated, you might enjoy playing along with me.  (What I mean by that is this is a great way to get inspired.)

If I were a month I’d be November.

 If I were a day I’d be Sunday.

 If I were a time of day I’d be bedtime.

 If I were a font I’d be Tire Shop.

 If I were a sea animal I’d be a manatee.

 If I were a direction I’d be North.

 If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a queen size bed.

 If I were a liquid I’d be coconut oil.

 If I were a gemstone I’d be an opal.

 If I were a tree I’d be a weeping willow.

 If I were a tool I’d be a clenched pair of pliers.

 If I were a flower I’d be a calla lily.

 If I were an element of weather I’d be heavy snow.

 If I were a musical instrument I’d be a cello.

 If I were a color I’d be Pepto Bismol pink.

 If I were an emotion I’d be wistful.

 If I were a fruit I’d be an avocado.

 If I were a sound I’d be giggling.

 If I were an element I’d be Lithium.

 If I were a car I’d be a VW Bug.

 If I were a food I’d be eggplant parmesan.

 If I were a place I’d be the middle of nowhere.

 If I were material I’d be wool jersey.

 If I were a taste I’d be creamy.

 If I were a scent I’d be vanilla.

 If I were a body part I’d be love handles.

 If I were a song I’d be a parody.

 If I were a bird I’d be a goose.

 If I were a gift I’d be a pair of handmade mittens.

 If I were a city I’d be Lawrence, KS.

 If I were a door I’d be left unlocked.

 If I were a pair of shoes I’d be orthopedic clogs.

 If I were a poem I’d be Ode to My Socks.