jesus.

I spent an hour in the kitchen tonight dredging up memories of Girl Scouts. All I learned to do was glue-gun various things to other various things and sell cookies to old men.
These are two skills I use almost every day, actually.
I had wanted to be a Boy Scout and learn to tie knots and put up tents and start fires and things, but I had the wrong genetalia for such things. I think I should have been allowed to do both. Maybe someday I'll invent Unisex Scouts, but until then I will cherish my fond memories of burning the shit out of my fingertips on a weekly basis.
Anyway, back to the point. I suddenly really wanted to make things and do stuff.
I had an empty Gypsy Tea canister on my counter (actually I have about ten empty Gypsy Tea canisters holding various things in assorted places in my house) and a glue gun sitting on my pantry shelf between the flour and paper towels. So I had to glue something on it. The can, that is.
Finally I broke into my button-box. A long time ago I spent $3 on an assorted button bag at WalMart but I never use the buttons. I keep thinking "What if I need buttons later?"... But it's been 3 years I've had those buttons now. So it was time. Now instead of a whole Metropolitan Tea Co. box of buttons I have about a handful. But I do have this adorable button-jar now. Is it sad that I'm so proud of such a third-grader craft? I AM PROUD OF MY HOT-GLUED BUTTON JAR.
I also glued some ribbon on it. The ribbon will become dirty and destroyed, because although in the picture you can see dpns in the jar I do intend on housing my paintbrushes within.

See?! How super cute. The hot-glue strings are still attached, and likely will be for awhile. It's best, I find, until my fingers don't feel scorched anymore. Now I'm seriously low on buttons (a thought that rather terrifies me), but if I really find myself needing buttons I'll just dremel some holes in pennies.

Or is that illegal?

Guess I'll find out.

I slept in waaaaay late today and suddenly have a huge spurt of crazy energy. Maybe it's that I finally ate something with protein (instead of just beer for dinner, like I have been lately) or maybe it's because I have decided to move some things around and turn part of the house into a studio. Maybe? Is it possible? Can it be done? Probably. How do I manage this, with my limited shelving and Stuff everywhere in such abundance? I have no idea, but I think I'm going to break into a bottle of wine and find out.

I have a whole kitchen table I don't really need. I only use it to store things on. If I lost it I would instantly gain so much space... The same with Odin's room. I need to turn myself a yoga room out of that. Oh man.

I'm getting excited. Tonight I shall get mead-drunk and rearrange my home life a little bit. I also think I need to make a small zen area on my patio so I can sit and read philosophy with my eggplants.