Archive for the nonsense category.

I Love a Good Personality Test!

Posted on May 14th, 2009 by Pamela in Music, nonsense, sewing

Take the free personality test!

 

And in keeping with my type, I’ve been exploring other avenues for my creative outlet other than cooking…

Of late, I’ve been really interested in trying my hand at sewing. Obsessing over the idea really. I even went as far as ordering vintage dress patterns online (fortunately they are pretty cheap), and just this weekend got my mom to help me make this:

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Ya, now you want a  custom dress form too, I can tell (they are sooo flattering), but making one of these is not for the faint of heart, I started getting light headed as mom started wrapping me in the 2nd out of 3 layers of Duct Tape.

 

Here’s my first kick at the can:

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I’m doing the one on the bottom right. Although the one in the middle looks super cute too so if all goes well I may add the sleeves and the do-dad on the front.

 

 

 

 

 

In all, I’m sure everything will turn out perfectly and I will be starting my new fabulous career as a vintage dress maker by the end of the summer. How do I know this? Because I took it as a sign when my hair stylist offered to give me his brand new sewing machine. Plus my personality type didn’t indicate a tendency to exaggerate or get way ahead of myself.

A Little Something For You Non-Bakers

Posted on December 22nd, 2008 by Pamela in Music, nonsense, Recipes

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Just grab a pack of white chocolate covered Oreos, a tube of festive coloured icing, and Bob’s your uncle!

 

Who knew Jethro Tull made a Christmas Album?

Bionic Woman

Posted on December 4th, 2008 by Pamela in Music, nonsense

 

Since Chris and I have been together we have noticed a peculiar phenomenon when it comes to me and electronics. Every time I walk by I cause some sort of interference (we assume it’s all the space age titanium I’m loaded with). Seems to happen mostly with video but it will also occur with the internet. This was most apparent Tuesday night during a hockey game, when every time I walked by the cable box, the TV would scramble. Fortunately not during any crucial moments.