<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:32:31.608-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='music'/><category term='Portland'/><category term='Memoir'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='changes'/><title type='text'>KVH/.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1213631237017860525</id><published>2012-01-09T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:26:12.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura You So Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small; text-align: left; "&gt;(10 points if you can name the title reference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Remember how I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; camera for Christmas (oh hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thanxs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://sjinc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; for the recommendation and &lt;a href="http://lysefjorden.tumblr.com/"&gt;Alyssa&lt;/a&gt; for encouraging me to take the plunge.) and how I promised myself that this was the end of lame photo booth pictures on my blog. Resolution fail. But a post with lame pictures is better than a naked post right (right &lt;a href="http://itwasmakebelieve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;?)? So check out my Laura short row sweater, pattern via &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2011/10/25/lauras-loop-short-row-sweater.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Purlbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAxAJV_O4yE/TwvQHN7_sRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/E7Xg5dpI-YQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-09%2Bat%2B08.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695874976159084818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CzZwQnV4rnE/TwvQHWdm45I/AAAAAAAAA7o/mmLr65vpzWw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-09%2Bat%2B08.58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695874978447549330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I know your thinking it so I am just going to say it, this looks like a pregnancy picture. But I got to give you guys 360 views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BT-iTv25ksI/TwvQHcSdAmI/AAAAAAAAA74/yucs7xhUQgk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-09%2Bat%2B08.57%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695874980011377250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Purlbee&lt;/span&gt; and all their awesome patterns which are even great because they are free. I really want to make &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2011/12/15/lauras-loop-new-years-needlepoint-clutch.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;clutch next, I have all the yarn ready to checkout but now I feel like I have to justify buying all this yarn. So if you have any (justifications, that is) please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I promise I'll be back soon, and with better pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1213631237017860525?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1213631237017860525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1213631237017860525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1213631237017860525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1213631237017860525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2012/01/laura-you-so-pretty.html' title='Laura You So Pretty'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CAxAJV_O4yE/TwvQHN7_sRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/E7Xg5dpI-YQ/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2012-01-09%2Bat%2B08.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6692841940483199311</id><published>2012-01-01T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:14:50.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3CS619I88/TwEbevgbFAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/IWOrUVb1-Yc/s1600/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3CS619I88/TwEbevgbFAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/IWOrUVb1-Yc/s400/IMG_0118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692861618935501826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;two have paddled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt; in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;stream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;from&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt; morning sun till dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;But seas between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;broad have roared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;since&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt; auld lang syne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9IuaF5wS8sQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(249, 249, 249); "&gt;(it kind of pains me not to put up the Sufjan version, but you can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vclIlC4vASY"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: -webkit-auto; margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; font-family: sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me 2011 was ushered out with dancing in a beautiful 1950s dress from &lt;a href="http://xtabayvintage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xtabay&lt;/a&gt; which was nice, but 2012 got off to a great start with a beautiful wind storm which I watched from the comfort of my wooly socks and a motorcycle gang that was right behind me on the freeway on the way to church, Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6692841940483199311?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6692841940483199311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6692841940483199311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6692841940483199311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6692841940483199311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-auld-lang-syne.html' title='For Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf3CS619I88/TwEbevgbFAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/IWOrUVb1-Yc/s72-c/IMG_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5325917347856386767</id><published>2011-11-06T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:32:52.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Ever Be Caught Shedding Your Skin Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cMnjFPFwYgQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Laura play this last night at Siren Fest. Oh she is lovely, as was Y La Bamba (and Laura Veirs who was standing right by us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved when she talked about how sleeping is scary because its like practice for dying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5325917347856386767?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5325917347856386767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5325917347856386767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5325917347856386767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5325917347856386767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-you-ever-be-caught-shedding-your.html' title='Don&apos;t You Ever Be Caught Shedding Your Skin Too Soon'/><author><name>Kirs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162312296355700402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/SrcP8g7YRII/AAAAAAAAARU/P_WSkxEMLbE/S220/Photo+13+22-26-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cMnjFPFwYgQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2394433111263671859</id><published>2011-10-30T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:51:27.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got to Go To There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, I am very excited for this week because:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Halloween, duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AxcM3nCsglA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I get to go see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sufjan&lt;/span&gt; Stevens preform the soundtrack to this documentary LIVE, here at the Hollywood Theater in Portland!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zsus_6m24mk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Haunt, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual sample sale! (You may recall the fun I had last year, &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/10/oregon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YglxDS0lOBA/Tq5FRpp2e2I/AAAAAAAAA68/aW7lQDI9iXM/s400/296570_251707531543869_109747125739911_737528_1650974755_n.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669545150447516514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be there or be _____________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2394433111263671859?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2394433111263671859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2394433111263671859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2394433111263671859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2394433111263671859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-to-go-to-there.html' title='Got to Go To There!'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AxcM3nCsglA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4217188463897059797</id><published>2011-10-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:39:18.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come See, Come Sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Jack, who wanted to see my front... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yj4Mcn2ig-I/Tq5BYI9qVLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nA-BZM2JvwA/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-30%2Bat%2B23.17%2B%25234.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669540863884809394" /&gt;The front is pretty basic, but I am now officially obsessed with quilting details in clothing ( I am planning a skirt!). I modified a men's shirt by making the front all one piece, and replacing the collar with bias binding, the sleeves are finished but I like wearing them rolled up. I wore this with a black pencil skirt to church today straight from the sewing machine so I spent a bit of time pulling off threads I had missed!&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQFsHPbsu9s/Tq5BYRGAhJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/nIIFuKbKMzI/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-30%2Bat%2B23.18.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669540866067301522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it would be fun to try something similar in silk as well, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. The jar of 993 candycorn is empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4217188463897059797?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4217188463897059797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4217188463897059797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4217188463897059797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4217188463897059797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-see-come-sew.html' title='Come See, Come Sew'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yj4Mcn2ig-I/Tq5BYI9qVLI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nA-BZM2JvwA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-30%2Bat%2B23.17%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1474604159113970989</id><published>2011-10-25T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:22:17.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up my white shirt for the Colette Palette Challenge, and I think it might be my favorite out of all the things I have ever sewn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Q-mTd_bf8/Tqemr-F2LVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hKflP8xFDE8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-25%2Bat%2B23.03%2B%25233.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667681930401164626" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I won a jar of candy corn at FHE on Monday (I guessed 999, I'm not sure what the real count was though) --BAD, so bad. Come take it away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1474604159113970989?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1474604159113970989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1474604159113970989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1474604159113970989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1474604159113970989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/10/finishing.html' title='Finishing'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Q-mTd_bf8/Tqemr-F2LVI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hKflP8xFDE8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-25%2Bat%2B23.03%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4625845719283833571</id><published>2011-10-11T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:00:00.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>Unfinished. Here are two of the pieces I am making for the Colette Pattern Challenge I have taken on. The black shirt underneath it done except the buttons and buttonholes and its a modified men's shirt with a peter pan collar. On top is the leather bag, which is done except for the bias binding on the armhole.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ar_csmBZkyU/TpUqC7HYcZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/kHJKH9lMhpc/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-11%2Bat%2B22.43.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662478336205025682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need the willpower (to go buy buttons, first of all) to finish, when I really just want to start the next project!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4625845719283833571?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4625845719283833571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4625845719283833571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4625845719283833571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4625845719283833571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ar_csmBZkyU/TpUqC7HYcZI/AAAAAAAAA6I/kHJKH9lMhpc/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-11%2Bat%2B22.43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3391978721358778898</id><published>2011-09-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:51:07.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember (Looking Ahead)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veBiUW1I2LY/ToFVBOySZMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/U6MMNFQF420/s1600/424_sheandhim_xmas_3x3_300dpi_ada1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veBiUW1I2LY/ToFVBOySZMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/U6MMNFQF420/s400/424_sheandhim_xmas_3x3_300dpi_ada1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656896086591300802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I lived in Seattle while I did an Internship with&lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/10/reluctant-blogger.html"&gt; 826&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-turn-me-on-im-radio.html"&gt;Remember how I love She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, did you know that She &amp;amp; Him announced that they are putting out a Christmas album this year and guess who a portion of the proceeds are going to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If you guessed 826, you guessed right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read more about it&lt;a href="http://stereogum.com/823562/a-very-she-him-xmas-details/news/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;, and pre-0rder the album &lt;a href="http://www.mergerecords.com/sheandhimchristmas/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; (I'm getting so very excited for my fall/winter holidays here, almost to the point of needing holiday songs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3391978721358778898?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3391978721358778898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3391978721358778898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3391978721358778898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3391978721358778898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/09/remember-looking-ahead.html' title='Remember (Looking Ahead)'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veBiUW1I2LY/ToFVBOySZMI/AAAAAAAAA6A/U6MMNFQF420/s72-c/424_sheandhim_xmas_3x3_300dpi_ada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5573880289123231844</id><published>2011-09-13T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:55:47.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during my lunch break I picked up St. Vincent's latest album, "Strange Mercy" ( I highly recommend it/musical rambling will follow) at my local record shop, and while I was looking at the pretty white and gold cover I realized that I need to talk about my little icon to the right of this post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I'm participating in Colette Pattern's palette challenge,  you can check out all the details &lt;a href="http://www.coletterie.com/sewing-challenges/fall-palette-challenge-2011"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;Hopefully I'll be more successful this time since I actually have my sewing machine with me. Will anyone be terribly disappointed if I skip out on the palette/mood board part though? If you are disappointed let me know and I will post one, but in thinking about the pieces I wanted to make I realized that a lot of them are basics not a cohesive fall wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will talk more about my projects as I finish them, but I will tell you a little bit so you all can hold me accountable! I am planning on 4 pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A leather bag (I'm so excited about this and just finished the lining)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A skirt made from this beautiful cream and gold silk suiting I'm in love with already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. and 4. Black and white blouses--I really need more white shirts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my palette for this challenge is white, black, and gold. But if I have time I may do something colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started on St. Vincent so I think we should end with her too, and two reasons why I'm excited to see her next month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. St. Vincent plays like this (ps. if you feed the hungry box your email you can get the song free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://widgets.beggarspromo.com/surgeon/widget.php" style="margin: 0; padding: 0;" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="290" height="375" jspf="http://widgets.beggarspromo.com/surgeon/jspf"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. St. Vincent plays like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fVhCo7PoVpA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5573880289123231844?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5573880289123231844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5573880289123231844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5573880289123231844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5573880289123231844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-during-my-lunch-break-i-picked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fVhCo7PoVpA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3423341374198113128</id><published>2011-09-07T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T17:54:33.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got a Friend in Me.</title><content type='html'>Today this song came on my sister's ipod. I don't think I will ever forget the association I have with this song. I was driving back from a concert in Bend, OR (Death Cab for Cutie, The Decemberists, and Mates of State) with my friends Sara and Allie in 2008. It was late and we were getting drowsy as we approached Tualatin when this song came on and two raccoons ran out onto the freeway! It was completely out of nowhere and I'm pretty sure we were all jumping out of our seats. Sadly, the raccoons were perfectly spaced between the tires, so I doubt that either of them lived to tell the tale. This is for you little guys:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zB2gPZRsz0Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3423341374198113128?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3423341374198113128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3423341374198113128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3423341374198113128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3423341374198113128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/09/youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got a Friend in Me.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zB2gPZRsz0Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6562631310208460678</id><published>2011-09-06T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:31:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits of my Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss writing on here, don't ask me why I haven't been, I guess I just needed a break. And I keep thinking of great things to write about and then forgetting so my head may have sprung a leak, but don't worry I'll put a sandbag on it. Or start writing things down, like how I bought one of my favorite pieces from &lt;a href="http://portlandcollection.net/"&gt;The Portland Collection&lt;/a&gt; at a labor day sale this weekend and I love it so much! Too bad our NW weather decided to turn around for the weekend, making wool a less than ideal choice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37Qm7-5K3RQ/TmZ-mNGkWaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/XNm57h2eoW4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B16.49%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649341977400203682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And remember how I was having a hard time picking out fabric for my chair &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/chair-of-different-color.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;? Well I finally picked out some beige linen and finished the cushions this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa6Fxnwvmi0/TmZ-mPQaBEI/AAAAAAAAA54/iGo9cZ2AeZU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-06%2Bat%2B12.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649341977978340418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stole the throw pillow from the living room, but I'm planning on going out and finding a new one to put there permanently. I'm pretty happy with the fabric, although it seemed to keep moving as I sewed it. Cushions are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deceptively&lt;/span&gt; hard, you think they are just big fabric rectangles but they require a lot of precision for everything to match up and there are definitely some things I will probably go back and tweak on this chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was also really excited when I was reading Jack's blog &lt;a href="http://franceis.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-then-there-was-me.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, and when I clicked on one of the links I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=19200864a&amp;amp;color=023&amp;amp;itemdescription=true&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;search=true&amp;amp;isProduct=true&amp;amp;parentid=SALE_APT"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; under more ideas...the only difference is that mine is not a rocking chair and did not cost $300!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*PSsst. If you love The Portland Collection as much as I do you should enter &lt;a href="http://www.honeykennedy.com/2011/09/a-big-giveaway-from-tilde"&gt;this giveaway from Honey Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;. The prize is $100 to the Portland shop &lt;a href="http://www.tildeshop.com/"&gt;Tilde &lt;/a&gt;which carries the beautiful Portland Collection scarves!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6562631310208460678?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6562631310208460678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6562631310208460678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6562631310208460678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6562631310208460678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/09/fruits-of-my-labor-day.html' title='Fruits of my Labor Day'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-37Qm7-5K3RQ/TmZ-mNGkWaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/XNm57h2eoW4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-02%2Bat%2B16.49%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8700839818590677545</id><published>2011-08-28T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:43:00.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today my sister showed me this picture of her friend, and I immediately told her I needed a copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vqt5x5uS5o/TlnxZa-3lCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/M3RqPkzo6bg/s400/272242_200206033365288_100001276781050_637514_1841893_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645809026927662114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to recreate this with my hair spelling something completely random/crass/obscenely obscene. I might have to use my sisters hair though since I just cut a bunch of mine off. Any random/crass/obscene suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8700839818590677545?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8700839818590677545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8700839818590677545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8700839818590677545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8700839818590677545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-my-sister-showed-me-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vqt5x5uS5o/TlnxZa-3lCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/M3RqPkzo6bg/s72-c/272242_200206033365288_100001276781050_637514_1841893_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3984289285176122354</id><published>2011-08-09T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:20:22.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMHllmSU1Ck/TkGHmZbkByI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KpJv_7MBdcY/s1600/tumblr_lnxg7bXY6D1qb4ltso1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMHllmSU1Ck/TkGHmZbkByI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KpJv_7MBdcY/s400/tumblr_lnxg7bXY6D1qb4ltso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638937302175844130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have no idea where I found this}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Is it bad that I am so ready for fall, and especially Halloween already? Maybe it's all the Harry Potter Hype or this cold Portland summer, but I am already in the Halloween spirit. I have a great costume idea (which I stole from my sister, and will not share) and now I am planning to cut my nails just like this. Anybody else ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3984289285176122354?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3984289285176122354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3984289285176122354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3984289285176122354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3984289285176122354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-no-idea-where-i-found-this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMHllmSU1Ck/TkGHmZbkByI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KpJv_7MBdcY/s72-c/tumblr_lnxg7bXY6D1qb4ltso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4776588717800856932</id><published>2011-08-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:46:15.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sew-Sew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week I made this navy blue Beignet skirt for Miss &lt;a href="http://amittonmonologue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Allie&lt;/a&gt; for her birthday, which was yesterday! It was so nice to have a project to get my mind off things, PLUS I am in love with the striped sueded silk (striped sueded silk, striped sueded silk, striped sueded silk) I used to line it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0HmOBdeJgk/TkGGYkHhDdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/6kn7QPty440/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B13.28%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935965014756818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it so pretty? I know Allie loves nautical things as much as I do, so I was trying to find something fitting for the lining which made me think of stripes. Unfortunately I was sorely disappointed by the lack of nice striped fabric at Mill End. I almost went for a blue and white seersucker with crabs embroidered on it--but I figured Allie is turning 23 which requires a little more sophistication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8AY7su26k84/TkGGYy9txvI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/dQJv6vxJoFY/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B13.30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638935969000179442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now I'm in love with this stripey fabric and need to come up with something to make with it! Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4776588717800856932?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4776588717800856932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4776588717800856932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4776588717800856932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4776588717800856932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/08/sew-sew.html' title='Sew-Sew'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0HmOBdeJgk/TkGGYkHhDdI/AAAAAAAAA5I/6kn7QPty440/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-04%2Bat%2B13.28%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-232254050677071234</id><published>2011-08-07T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:21:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just adding to my &lt;a href="http://www.lovechurchandstate.com/"&gt;Church &amp;amp; Stat&lt;/a&gt;e collection with the Montana skirt, bringing me up to a grand total of 3! I wish there was a bigger picture of because its very pretty and was quite the bargain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bEyW8iXXrU/SQi77D-PdDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DcwUUsob-pY/s400/Picture+1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bEyW8iXXrU/SQi77D-PdDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DcwUUsob-pY/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no excuses, I should be writing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-232254050677071234?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/232254050677071234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=232254050677071234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/232254050677071234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/232254050677071234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-hey.html' title='Oh Hey'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bEyW8iXXrU/SQi77D-PdDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DcwUUsob-pY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4694893727290796517</id><published>2011-07-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:48:23.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Pressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So are you ready to hear about my awesome weekend? I drove with my horseshoe cousin (is that even a real term? She's my cousin's cousin.) to eastern Washington where I stayed with her family and learned to letterpress! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were talking about it beforehand and decided we wanted to do postcards so we designed some the week before and sent them off to be turned into printing plates! Here are some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piprSVP_27c/TjCfYgjBC3I/AAAAAAAAA44/OKjqMySmNAA/s400/press002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634178377242970994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVpcCogZTWY/TjCfY2ofmgI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3SAJiaVjrsY/s400/press003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634178383171525122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLfB7jNbLAA/Ti-VA24UDdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/BDyszyBmXq8/s400/press004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633885500828028370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We chose and mixed the colors for the first two--and I will say that ink is surprisingly stickier than you would imagine. We did a plain line on the back to mark where the postage and address goes. I learned about how paper has a grain, just like fabric--and just like sewing most of the work is in the setup. Once we had all the plates in place it was pretty easy to crank out stacks of postcards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also loved being out in the country for the weekend; in a place where I didn't have any cellphone reception and downtown has two traffic lights. We ate at this diner called Top Notch that had a sign advertising "The world's greatest burger outside. It reminded me of elf, but my burger was pretty good as well as the moose track shake we shared! And apparently Bill Gates had eaten there! I was sorely disappointed that the thrift store called "Classically Trendy" was closed. I guess that means I have to go back, which is good since a part of me wanted to stay in the country forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. I am getting my hair cut tomorrow and I have no idea what I'm going to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4694893727290796517?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4694893727290796517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4694893727290796517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4694893727290796517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4694893727290796517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/pressed.html' title='&apos;Pressed'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-piprSVP_27c/TjCfYgjBC3I/AAAAAAAAA44/OKjqMySmNAA/s72-c/press002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2406899173097207830</id><published>2011-07-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:23:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirsten's Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got these coupons in the mail from Victoria's Secret a couple days ago, and thought I would finally cash in on them last night. My little sister Martha saw these coupons when they first came in the mail and started asking me, "Are you going to go get your THONG?" very loudly whenever we were in the same room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to the VS in one mall and was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of pre-teen girls with their moms all brandishing the exact same coupon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left soon thereafter, head bowed in shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I just went to another less busy VS--because really how can you have too much underwear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2406899173097207830?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2406899173097207830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2406899173097207830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2406899173097207830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2406899173097207830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/kirstens-secret.html' title='Kirsten&apos;s Secret'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3310692430559318691</id><published>2011-07-21T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:12:40.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Today at work I discovered my new favorite name: Mortimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a great name? Say it out loud...Mort i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;merrr&lt;/span&gt;. Doesn't that just roll off your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I googled "Mortimer" I found this picture of Sir John Mortimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2009/1/16/1232119028089/Gallery-John-Mortimer-Joh-001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{oh thanks &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/gallery/2009/jan/16/john-mortimer-rumpole-tribute"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gaurdian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next thing I have the power to name will be named Mortimer, be it plant or fish, or tiny child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any other name suggestions? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3310692430559318691?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3310692430559318691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3310692430559318691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3310692430559318691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3310692430559318691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1198913651442338695</id><published>2011-07-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:18:00.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'm going to need a whole slew of new belts for fall so I can belt all my sweaters and jackets. But really who am I kidding? I could wear this now! (Those who have been in Portland in recent months know why--right now it looks like November outside.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Margaret&lt;/span&gt; Howell has a definitive mastery of belting that you can see in many of her collections, but I am especially loving her F/W '11 looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631080859940569074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIuX8PqZeuw/TiWeNRZCP_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jysutsf2FLc/s400/honey-kennedy-margaret-howell-fw-2011-05%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{Photo via &lt;a href="http://www.honeykennedy.com/"&gt;Honey Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, I am so excited about my weekend plans that I am having a hard time focusing and it's only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1198913651442338695?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1198913651442338695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1198913651442338695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1198913651442338695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1198913651442338695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIuX8PqZeuw/TiWeNRZCP_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/jysutsf2FLc/s72-c/honey-kennedy-margaret-howell-fw-2011-05%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-432573735932358377</id><published>2011-07-15T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:46:55.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo11/fe/22/af56ba47600d__1310764577000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 584px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo11/fe/22/af56ba47600d__1310764577000.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For reading Marshall McLuhan and eating a pear out on Marquam Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-432573735932358377?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/432573735932358377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=432573735932358377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/432573735932358377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/432573735932358377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4347898902629916105</id><published>2011-07-15T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:06:47.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!</title><content type='html'>You can celebrate by reading my newest interview on Colette pattern with Swedish designer Ida &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sjostedt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-ida-sjostedt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 871px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wegoodlooking.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/MG_0702-Edit.jpg" /&gt;And if you have been eyeing any Colette patterns lately, but haven't worked yourself up to actually buying it I have good news for you. Fill out a quick survey (the link is &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/take-our-survey-for-20-off"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; or you can find it on the blog) and you will get a coupon for 20% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will spend the weekend catching up on some of my sewing--although I doubt it since I have a full docket attending &lt;a href="http://www.phga.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.alderandcoshop.com/2011/07/blog-post.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://oregonysa.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=102"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and taking care of &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/phone-home.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;furry friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4347898902629916105?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4347898902629916105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4347898902629916105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4347898902629916105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4347898902629916105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-795842677693706521</id><published>2011-07-12T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:59:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-795842677693706521?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/795842677693706521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=795842677693706521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/795842677693706521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/795842677693706521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-time-someone-shows-you-who-they.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7471511090313271268</id><published>2011-07-11T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:05:55.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Food.</title><content type='html'>This Weekend my dear old roommate Michelle came to visit me and we went and tried out brunch at &lt;a href="http://tastynsons.com/brunch.html"&gt;Tasty N Sons &lt;/a&gt;on N Williams. I took it as a good sign that there was a wait at 9am on a Saturday. They do only take reservations for groups of 6 or more, but just for the two of us the wait wasn't long at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle had granola with strawberries and yogurt--I think that was milk in the cute little pitcher. She also had french toast with rhubarb syrup that was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627575083211779106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCssaWu_uyU/ThkpuNWtbCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/MzRLPBV1YoE/s400/c290b203e6aa__1310254268000.jpeg" /&gt;I of course had to try the chocolate potato donut in creme anglaise--which was so fresh it was still steaming! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627575075976520706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBbKnjD_5Do/ThkptyZsJAI/AAAAAAAAA34/Z-jgx1KN3us/s400/5367c8f5ffa4__1310254225000.jpeg" /&gt;I also got this delicious fritatta with feta, confit green beans, asparagus, caramelized onion, and feta. That fried thing on top was a feta ball, the fritatta obsession continues...and I would definitely recommend breakfast at Tasty N Sons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627575078495025698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNdQ-NR9-4s/Thkpt7yJeiI/AAAAAAAAA3w/FtiLs8I1qws/s400/173e6c24e59d__1310254202000.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Food Food Food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7471511090313271268?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7471511090313271268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7471511090313271268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7471511090313271268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7471511090313271268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/lets-talk-about-food.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Food.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCssaWu_uyU/ThkpuNWtbCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/MzRLPBV1YoE/s72-c/c290b203e6aa__1310254268000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8034659644409580906</id><published>2011-07-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:34:04.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Litte Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; my Birthday dinner this week I went with my parents to &lt;a href="http://littlebirdbistro.com/"&gt;Little Bird&lt;/a&gt; (or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ouiseau&lt;/span&gt; as it says on the door). This bistro is the younger sibling to &lt;a href="http://lepigeon.com/"&gt;Le Pigeon&lt;/a&gt;, another great Portland &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. And while Little bird might be newer, it is definitely bigger, and I just love the interior. This actually doesn't give the best view of all the decor, but it shows one of my favorite things--the fitted metal ceiling! I also love the robins egg blue paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://applesandonions.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/IMG_0474-1.jpg" /&gt;For an appetizer I wanted something adventurous so we had the marrow bones. It felt kind of barbaric, eating marrow--we had a very animated waiter who when we asked what marrow was like described how the bones are cooked and then you scrape the marrow out with a spoon. Sounds appetizing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo26/8d/98/299605a6b887__1310131363000.jpeg" /&gt;For my entree I had duck &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;confit&lt;/span&gt; (this time the waiter vividly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; the way the duck thigh was soaked in duck fat) and it was moist and delicious. Definite mouth pleasures, as my mom would say. My mom had a delicious pork chop, and my dad had the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnocchi&lt;/span&gt; I have ever tasted!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For dessert I had the ice cream/sorbet sample which I loved! Oh, and you can see my birthday candle. They used a ceramic egg carton to put the scoops in, but they are half eaten in this picture. I think my favorites were rhubarb sorbet and lemon rosemary sorbet--I may need to try making them at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo10/57/1a/97bea9aac9a9__1310131296000.jpeg" /&gt; The check comes with mini macaroons for everyone, these were hazelnut flavored (macaroons are another thing I would like to try making). Overall I would say the only thing I didn't like about Little Bird is that it feels bigger. At Le Pigeon the kitchen is out in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; for everyone to see and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; is physically smaller so it can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; as many people. This is definitely just my opinion, but I like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; that feel small and cozy. However, if I were going with a large group I would definitely choose Little bird!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 481px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo35/f2/16/9bfc3912c785__1310131267000.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And are you tired of all these pictures from my phone yet? I mean don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; me wrong, I appreciate you dear cellular device. You do right by me, but your picture quality leaves something to be desired. perhaps there will be a new camera in my future...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8034659644409580906?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8034659644409580906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8034659644409580906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8034659644409580906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8034659644409580906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/litte-bird.html' title='Litte Bird'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4031394004109922802</id><published>2011-07-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:49:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just cleaning out my phone and thought I would share a couple pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. Out on my walk with the big fluffy teddy bear of an English sheepdog I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dog sitting&lt;/span&gt; a couple weeks ago. I am pretty sure he shared my love of house-watching on our walks, and we found some great ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo21/f4/2f/a8644994e8cd__1310131448000.jpeg" /&gt;2. I love days when I come home to this in the fridge. The first time this happened I didn't get a picture but the milk had "POISON" written in huge letters with a skull-and-crossbones. My little sister Bridget has decided that this is the best way to inform the rest of the family that our other sister Martha has been drinking straight out of the jug. Let's just say I don' t drink as much milk as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo23/a9/01/5759b25de540__1310131394000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4031394004109922802?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4031394004109922802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4031394004109922802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4031394004109922802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4031394004109922802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/phone-home.html' title='Phone Home'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5061294351862666008</id><published>2011-07-07T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:47:00.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog"&gt;Colette Pattern&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proprietress&lt;/span&gt; just posted these versions of one of our newest patterns made by the ladies of &lt;a href="http://fancytiger.blogspot.com/2011/06/amber-and-jaimes-summertime-violet.html"&gt;Fancy Tiger Crafts &lt;/a&gt;in Denver, CO. I have my pattern all cut out; I just need fabric and these patterns are definitely inspiring!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx4ZgSDx_iQ/TgYxG47OliI/AAAAAAAAEEk/g_rJvPTuuDw/s1600/Colette_violet_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Hopefully you can enlarge this because the pattern on the fabric on the left is so great. It's Liberty of London, which is $$$ so I think I will do something basic first. But I sure hope there is some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt; in my future!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 447px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 605px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIzJtoyO03Y/TgYvtxgryBI/AAAAAAAAEEY/d-htQmO5oeA/s1600/Jaime_violet.jpg" /&gt;And I love this shade of yellow. Stay tuned for a version by me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5061294351862666008?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5061294351862666008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5061294351862666008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5061294351862666008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5061294351862666008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/violet.html' title='Violet'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx4ZgSDx_iQ/TgYxG47OliI/AAAAAAAAEEk/g_rJvPTuuDw/s72-c/Colette_violet_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2118010813540478344</id><published>2011-07-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:02:15.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Asian Year is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I told my dad that I am one year closer to death--or to people not thinking I am still in high school I hope. Can it really be that a year has already passed me by? Scary. So, Scary. It seems like it was just yesterday I was celebrating my "Asian birthday"?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626353604509078770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTBeEBhnaFI/ThTSyymAlPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ENpV8pivuoQ/s400/154819_804479649349_17828519_41884742_5980648_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess my hair has grown about six inches since then so it might be true. And&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I guess I should be grateful that time seems to be passing so quickly since I have been telling my mom I want to be Rip Van Winkle, but is still seems strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I have been getting all these wicked birthday discounts, and even though I know they are ploys to make me spend my hard earned $$$, it is kind of working. I mean how can I not justify buying this talon candlestick from &lt;a href="http://catbirdnyc.com/"&gt;Catbird&lt;/a&gt;, especially when I have a discount?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/images/P/VB009_1.jpg" /&gt;And if I bought this &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=063206&amp;amp;navAction=jump&amp;amp;navCount="&gt;Axel three-seater chair from Anthro&lt;/a&gt;, I could save $404.70!! Haha ok, that one was a joke, because I only have a 15% discount--have you calculated how much the chair is yet?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3rings.designerpages.com/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/the_axel_three_seater_by_anthropologie.8lqcfb97haos8ss4w4c8w0o8k.asxszu3xtlsg0w8ww4cssk8ww.th.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really, the Catbird candlestick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2118010813540478344?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2118010813540478344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2118010813540478344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2118010813540478344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2118010813540478344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/asian-year-is-over.html' title='The Asian Year is Over'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTBeEBhnaFI/ThTSyymAlPI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ENpV8pivuoQ/s72-c/154819_804479649349_17828519_41884742_5980648_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4023760776909606665</id><published>2011-07-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:02:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Thing I Saw Last Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.oregonlive.com/portland_impact/photo/uphouse1jpg-0401a9f2050ceed9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 476px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.oregonlive.com/portland_impact/photo/uphouse1jpg-0401a9f2050ceed9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although when I saw the house the balloons were actually in the chimney, and I don't think this photo really gives you a good perspective, but the photo is from &lt;a href="http://media.oregonlive.com/portland_impact/photo/uphouse1jpg-0401a9f2050ceed9.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oregon live&lt;/span&gt; article. I should have taken a picture, but I was not fast enough with my phone, and today it looks like most of the balloons are deflated. But oh hey, here's a video clip about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it wouldn't work so &lt;a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/index.ssf/2011/06/in_downtown_portland_a_lawyer.html"&gt;here's the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4023760776909606665?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4023760776909606665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4023760776909606665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4023760776909606665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4023760776909606665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-thing-i-saw-last-friday.html' title='Best Thing I Saw Last Friday'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1375712417904868543</id><published>2011-07-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:56:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt &amp; Straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 528px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn.cstatic.net/cache/gallery/5062/5737679249_f074a1e9b4_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://pdx.eater.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EaterPDX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trying out a new ice cream place every Saturday night is a tradition I could get used too. Last Saturday night we at Scoop organic ice cream, and this week we tried out the Salt &amp;amp; Straw cart on NE Alberta &amp;amp; 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. There was a line when we arrived, but our scooper was so nice and when I told her it was our first time she encouraged us to try as many samples as we needed. I sampled the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;balsamic&lt;/span&gt; honey strawberry with cracked pepper, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt; cheese and pear, sea salt with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; ribbons, and the lemon basil sorbet. They didn't have every flavor in their little cart but I'm excited to try more when they open up the shop in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ended up going with the lemon basil sherbet, and it really hit the spot. I also thought the pear &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bleu&lt;/span&gt; cheese was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; good, but I think Scoop has a better salt to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; ratio in their salted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; ice cream. The honey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;balsamic&lt;/span&gt; was pretty good, I'm not a big balsamic vinegar fan, but I definitely appreciate Sat &amp;amp; Straw's unique pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.portlandmonthlymag.com/assets/0004/4515/saltstraw_1.jpg?1305056870" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This melon sherbet with slices of &lt;a href="http://www.olympicprovisions.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; Provisions&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coppa&lt;/span&gt; wasn't at the cart on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I will have to go back and try it in the shop!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://www.portlandmonthlymag.com/blogs/eat-beat/the-scoop-on-salt-and-straw-may-2011/"&gt;Portland &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monthly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1375712417904868543?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1375712417904868543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1375712417904868543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1375712417904868543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1375712417904868543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/salt-straw.html' title='Salt &amp; Straw'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4590039204761431717</id><published>2011-07-01T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:00:01.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A chair of a different color</title><content type='html'>This is a chair that has been sitting naked in my room for many months--how embarrassing! I love it and have been planning on making cushions, but one problem is that I cannot commit to a color! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624223406420141394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFgiSjcYNUQ/Tg1BY8UcJVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yC2hw5plp8w/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B21.25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624223410589333842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eukzwd6ki9c/Tg1BZL2c-VI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/xABU8Omr5wQ/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B10.02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four colors I've been considering lately are: a mustardy-golden yellow, a lighter apple green, burgundy, or grey. I don't know! I want it to look good in my room, but I also want it to be versatile so that if I change my room or put it somewhere else it will look good. So please, tell me what you think before my indecisiveness consumed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4590039204761431717?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4590039204761431717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4590039204761431717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4590039204761431717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4590039204761431717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/chair-of-different-color.html' title='A chair of a different color'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFgiSjcYNUQ/Tg1BY8UcJVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yC2hw5plp8w/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-16%2Bat%2B21.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3272849819049929599</id><published>2011-07-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:09:04.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Today my interview with Sandra Murphy about her line &lt;a href="http://www.sandra-murphy.com/"&gt;Recollection&lt;/a&gt; went up on the Colette patterns blog, you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-recollection"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Her clothes are gorgeous, and the styling makes me yearn for more Mad Men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 688px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8309706/03Mrs_Hamlton_large.jpg?1301335990" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3272849819049929599?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3272849819049929599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3272849819049929599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3272849819049929599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3272849819049929599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4764783132026950940</id><published>2011-07-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:10:27.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Food carting that is of course. It was actually while Lauren and I were out shopping that we discovered one of my new favorites: &lt;a href="http://www.scooppdx.com/"&gt;Scoop&lt;/a&gt; ice cream! I especially love their salted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carmel&lt;/span&gt; ice cream, but I am excited to try every flavor. We went back last weekend and now my dad is addicted too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 665px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.scooppdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/cropped-Laura-logo-sunday-parkways.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried the pies at the D-street nosh pod food cart the &lt;a href="http://pie-spot.com/"&gt;Pie Spot&lt;/a&gt;. I love their cute little pie holes, and I want to try making some myself! I also want to try out more of the new carts about town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624208875899207138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNoImvEapo/Tg00LJ6SPeI/AAAAAAAAA24/DRwBnafmN9I/s400/23693_421003891188_64669491188_5741511_913207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4764783132026950940?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4764783132026950940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4764783132026950940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4764783132026950940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4764783132026950940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/07/carting.html' title='Carting'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNoImvEapo/Tg00LJ6SPeI/AAAAAAAAA24/DRwBnafmN9I/s72-c/23693_421003891188_64669491188_5741511_913207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6468435283525067949</id><published>2011-06-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T20:07:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples &amp; Pears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was so bored at work I read a bunch of articles about cockney slang, and had this song in my head the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FSKuMYJCrIg" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6468435283525067949?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6468435283525067949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6468435283525067949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6468435283525067949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6468435283525067949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/apples-pears.html' title='Apples &amp; Pears'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FSKuMYJCrIg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2780220102133263071</id><published>2011-06-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:00:08.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deals on wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago (June 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to be exact) on a rare hot day my cousin('s cousin, but that's kind of confusing) Lauren went on a grand adventure. First we stopped at the &lt;a href="http://remodelista.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Remodelista&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;market, where we sampled delicious jams and ice cream while checking out the wares of some of my favorite local companies. I personally came away with the conviction that I need to own a &lt;a href="http://schoolhouseelectric.com/"&gt;Portland Schoolhouse Electric Co.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.schoolhouseelectric.com/fixtures-detail.asp?FixtureID=318&amp;amp;all=0"&gt;Ion lamp in black &lt;/a&gt;with an &lt;a href="http://www.schoolhouseelectric.com/lightbulbs-type.asp?type=ed"&gt;Edison bulb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub4M_V7J0eE/TehaghQZEdI/AAAAAAAADx4/97MQ8GGHxvQ/s1600/schoolhouse%2Belectric%2BIon%2Btable%2Blamp%2Broom%2Bview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after exploring a stretch of E Burnside we drove over to N Williams and Failing to shop two infamous Portland vintage shops during their "Head to Tow" event. First we explored &lt;a href="http://www.lodekka.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lodekka&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; which had some great dresses and shoes. Honestly, I was kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geeking&lt;/span&gt; out and making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter Knight bus reference. How can you not love a double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;decker&lt;/span&gt; bus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1759.guinness.com/image/article/life/556_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://www.coolhunting.com/style/lodekka.php"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coolhunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we were finished &lt;a href="http://wanderlustmobileshop.com/"&gt;Wanderlust&lt;/a&gt; was parked conveniently right outside, I talked them back in &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/10/genius.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, and I bought this blue Samsonite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scadia&lt;/span&gt; bag on the cheap. I've used it a lot already, and it fits my laptop perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.189442460.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60795853/samsonite-scandia-blue-carry-on-bag"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinners&lt;/span&gt;!}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2780220102133263071?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2780220102133263071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2780220102133263071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2780220102133263071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2780220102133263071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/deals-on-wheels.html' title='Deals on wheels'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ub4M_V7J0eE/TehaghQZEdI/AAAAAAAADx4/97MQ8GGHxvQ/s72-c/schoolhouse%2Belectric%2BIon%2Btable%2Blamp%2Broom%2Bview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8912029110613718313</id><published>2011-06-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:56:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time I Need a Baby Shower Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm getting this:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.237125976.jpg" /&gt;Perfect, right? It's the Modern White Baby Head Vase from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/76115847/modern-white-baby-head-vase-planter-by"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mudpuppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They have an array of ceramic goodies that seem to fit my somewhat eccentric sensibilities. I also love these hanging planters-- they look like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;octopuses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.245724789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8912029110613718313?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8912029110613718313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8912029110613718313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8912029110613718313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8912029110613718313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-time-i-need-baby-shower-gift.html' title='Next Time I Need a Baby Shower Gift'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2296672909828378458</id><published>2011-06-27T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T20:13:49.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For the Weekend this Week.</title><content type='html'>I love Sallie Ford &amp;amp; The Sound Outside so much, and this is the first song of theirs I heard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17576446?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17576446"&gt;SALLIE FORD &amp;amp; THE SOUND OUTSIDE&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/moredust"&gt;More Dust Than Digital&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2296672909828378458?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2296672909828378458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2296672909828378458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2296672909828378458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2296672909828378458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/living-for-weekend-this-week.html' title='Living For the Weekend this Week.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2463210832743579649</id><published>2011-06-21T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:26:29.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things She Sews Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last of all for today, I just finished my &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/shop/beignet"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beignet&lt;/span&gt; skirt from Colette Patterns&lt;/a&gt;, on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I27DFIsoWl0/TgEtAAHkSpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/OLxSpKIbS88/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B15.30%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620823287990078098" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4L3mgU3eNA/TgEtBXyBInI/AAAAAAAAA2g/4vWoekGjAoI/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B15.31%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620823311522013810" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6oB_miseqw/TgEtBSdfIVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/8rKej5YyFXk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B15.31%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620823310093721938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved how this pattern turned out, although I was in between sizes and sized up, but I think I will do the next size down the next time I make this. I think my favorite detail is the fabric buttons I used--Be prepared for a whole post about my new fabric button obsession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2463210832743579649?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2463210832743579649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2463210832743579649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2463210832743579649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2463210832743579649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-she-sews-pt-3.html' title='The Things She Sews Pt. 3'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I27DFIsoWl0/TgEtAAHkSpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/OLxSpKIbS88/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-21%2Bat%2B15.30%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5790472598902491259</id><published>2011-06-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:38:16.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairsicles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I cut my hair like Kate Lanphear's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYdZWSSMXHU/TgEq-OqhoJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UwZf3s1CFJA/s400/9020_1105977782200_1609465881_298532_5236635_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620821058511806610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/fearlanphear"&gt;{via Fearlanphear}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5790472598902491259?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5790472598902491259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5790472598902491259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5790472598902491259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5790472598902491259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/hairsicles.html' title='Hairsicles.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aYdZWSSMXHU/TgEq-OqhoJI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/UwZf3s1CFJA/s72-c/9020_1105977782200_1609465881_298532_5236635_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2614742826317130204</id><published>2011-06-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:39:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things She Sews Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also finally made an Amy Butler Weekender bag, which I have been wanting to do for a long long time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.gagafabrics.co.uk/acatalog/img_pattern_amy_butler_23_MED.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the bag for my dear friend Jack before she had her sweet baby girl Grace. But silly me I didn't take and pictures of it! So here is a hint of it I cropped out of one of Jack's pictures. I used Amy Butler coral fabric with green cording, handles, and lining. I embroidered a line from "Mushaboom" by Feist on the lining and I did take a picture of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd3QbLGVQPA/TgEplKxdIPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lLkLH6KHAUo/s400/250827_722349450684_193306319_36315763_4071097_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620819528458772722" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc7Og4UJiic/TgEpgUqNbdI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ns6CHgrWXFo/s400/313d799aab26__1307080781000.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620819445213392338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We'll collect the moments one by one..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would say that out of all the advice I read about this pattern online (and there is a lot of it) I think the best trick this &lt;a href="http://jenandfranz.blogspot.com/2010/05/amy-butler-weekender-bag-part-2-making.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, that recommends using stitch witchery to create your cording. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I just need to pick out some fabric for my own bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2614742826317130204?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2614742826317130204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2614742826317130204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2614742826317130204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2614742826317130204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-she-sewed-part-2.html' title='The Things She Sews Pt. 2'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sd3QbLGVQPA/TgEplKxdIPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lLkLH6KHAUo/s72-c/250827_722349450684_193306319_36315763_4071097_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8849249550107028345</id><published>2011-06-21T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:11:11.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things She Sews Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember that little icon on the side of my blog that said I was participating in the Colette Spring Palette Challenge? Well now I can finally take it down. I finished the dress, but never blogged about it. Do any of my other sewing friends have this problem where you pick out a really awesome pattern and get all excited to make it, but upon finishing realize that it's not something you will ever really wear. This may be one of the reasons I end up giving up many of the things I make. For example this dress looks nice on this no-curves model, but is not quite as accommodating on my form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 475px;" src="http://voguepatterns.mccall.com/filebin/images/product_images/Full/V1177.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsNrrdcgg9E/TgEieeCLRwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/CjWCrAFC7nk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-17%2Bat%2B10.48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620811716788700930" /&gt;From this view you can't tell as much, but from the side my chest holds the dress out and isn't too flattering. Plus I lengthened this, but the skirt is pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcFVOnr3ELY/TgEierIjHjI/AAAAAAAAA14/zf5DsgtaSGw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-17%2Bat%2B10.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620811720305090098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I loved making this dress for all the details--I tried to get a detail picture above, but it is still hard to see because it is navy. But the whole top is filled with great pin-tuck and pleating details, and I am really happy with how it turned out--at least on the hanger. But maybe you are short and small chested and will come visit me and I will give it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8849249550107028345?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8849249550107028345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8849249550107028345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8849249550107028345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8849249550107028345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-she-sews-pt-1.html' title='The Things She Sews Pt. 1'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsNrrdcgg9E/TgEieeCLRwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/CjWCrAFC7nk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-17%2Bat%2B10.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4980690802179865117</id><published>2011-06-17T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:14:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hemming and Hawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in a while, I am missing my computer charger and so have limited computer access, but I certainly have plenty I could talk about. But first I would be remiss if I didn't mention the lovely Jennifer who I interviewed for Colette patterns. Jennifer creates all the textiles for her line, Ermie, and you can read the &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-ermie"&gt;interview here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 640px;" src="http://static.colettepatterns.com/images/blog/2011/05/5756540368_c2e7c284e8_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just love this dress, I think it is my favorite from her last collection, but her newest textiles look amazing too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will try so hard to write some updates in the next few days! I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4980690802179865117?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4980690802179865117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4980690802179865117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4980690802179865117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4980690802179865117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/06/hemming-and-hawing.html' title='Hemming and Hawing'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7063572339296211591</id><published>2011-05-30T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:24:18.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Stalder</title><content type='html'>First of all &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-holly-stalder"&gt;here is my latest interview &lt;/a&gt;for Colette patterns with Holly Stalder, or the Portland boutique Haunt that I've mentioned here before.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 570px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 561px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.colettepatterns.com/images/blog/2011/05/Jon-Duenas-misnight-hour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7063572339296211591?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7063572339296211591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7063572339296211591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7063572339296211591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7063572339296211591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/holly-stalder.html' title='Holly Stalder'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7265044559211915019</id><published>2011-05-26T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:14:32.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Dove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This Sunday as I was heading out to church I asked my sister what she thought of my outfit, and if it was too dramatic.&lt;/div&gt;"It's a little over the top." she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Should I change?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I mean that as a complement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The same could be said of this turtle dove tee Kate Towers made for me, based off of one I loved on her Etsy, you can see it &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/transaction/46766039"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611276514550762450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3-rUwbj3YM/Td9CQppKS9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/npJtgBR6ON4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-26%2Bat%2B21.35%2B%25233.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I love it, though I may need to put a cap on my tops with dramatic shoulders. I don't know if you can tell but it is beautifully dip-dyed grey so it's darkest in the center of the ruffles. Kate has some great things up on Etsy right now too, I wish I could justify buying this aptly named &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74503514/escargot-dress"&gt;Escargot dress!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Something else I am in love with is the &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Tart &lt;/i&gt;book I mentioned earlier in &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweaty-eggplant.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post. The other week I made a frittata with my dad and it was great--and there so many easy variations you could do. We ate it right out of the cast iron skillet we baked it in which felt rustic, but they also suggest making mini frittatas in cupcake tins which would be cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 750px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5599128415_7522b0ebaf_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://www.tarteletteblog.com/2011_04_01_archive.html"&gt;Tartlette&lt;/a&gt;, because I forgot to take pictures}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7265044559211915019?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7265044559211915019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7265044559211915019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7265044559211915019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7265044559211915019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/turtle-dove.html' title='Turtle Dove'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v3-rUwbj3YM/Td9CQppKS9I/AAAAAAAAA1E/npJtgBR6ON4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-26%2Bat%2B21.35%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7598380780109314759</id><published>2011-05-25T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:44:48.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Could Explain a Lot</title><content type='html'>Although I will say the version I listened to as a child didn't have the "slut" in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_mEpPUvuaHw" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7598380780109314759?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7598380780109314759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7598380780109314759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7598380780109314759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7598380780109314759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-could-explain-lot.html' title='This Could Explain a Lot'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_mEpPUvuaHw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-519912554488794934</id><published>2011-05-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:44:56.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't need a man to fill this void in my life--just more pens."</title><content type='html'>is a thought I had the other day (okay several weeks now since I wrote half of this and forgot about it) as I sat down to my writing desk. That's a lie. My actually first thought was better--but I can't remember it because ironically I could not find a pen or any other writing implement at my desk to write it down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't we all have those moments when your not really thinking of anything and something great or absurd pops into your head?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natalie Goldberg says in her book "Writing Down the Bones":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"First thoughts have tremendous energy. It is the way the mind first flashes on something. The internal censor usually squelches them, so we live in a realm of second and third thoughts, thoughts on thought, twice and three times removed from the first fresh flash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to write down these thoughts as soon as the come to me more often, and some of them are pretty funny and I will try to share them from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 475px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/x4/x23290.jpg" /&gt; I feel like Goldberg's book and I were fated to meet since it was on the book list for one of my classes and then when I got to class I found out we didn't need it, but I read it anyway. I love that it is made up of lots of really short sections that I can read quickly but get me thinking and excited to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is another little nugget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't do that to yourself--'I am here, but I should be there.' It was torture for me. Wherever you are is the place to be writing from. Don't use the excuse that you are not in the right place. There is no perfect place. Just pick up the pen, record the details of where you are. Writing will show you that you are in the perfect place right now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this because I actually wrote half this post over a month ago and just yesterday I was thinking about nostalgia, and how dangerous it is to become to seeped in it, at least personal nostalgia. The control freak in me loves it, because I know how all the stories end and they are subject to my complete control, but it's too safe. After all that thinking I signed on to get involved with a community art project though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one warning I would give is that this is a "warm and fuzzy" book, meant to help people to get it all out there in their writing. If you want a book to help you edit and refine your writing--this is not your book. But I would recommend it anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-519912554488794934?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/519912554488794934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=519912554488794934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/519912554488794934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/519912554488794934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-need-man-to-fill-this-void-in-my.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t need a man to fill this void in my life--just more pens.&quot;'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4786225092560337782</id><published>2011-05-13T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:19:30.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Mary Quite Contrary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/49/a9/abc8e2f67852__1305297776000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo32/49/a9/abc8e2f67852__1305297776000.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole this idea from my dear &lt;a href="http://franceis.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleep-its-totally-unnecessesary.html"&gt;Jacqueling&lt;/a&gt; because she is a genius. I think I might need to paint the words on like she did though since my chalk is so fat I had to draw the spinach--I'm not sure why it looks like its falling over. And I still need some parsley, rosemary, and thyme to make this my Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4786225092560337782?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4786225092560337782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4786225092560337782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4786225092560337782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4786225092560337782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-mary-quite-contrary.html' title='Mary Mary Quite Contrary'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7987191378149580869</id><published>2011-05-13T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:45:21.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Dipped Interviews</title><content type='html'>Whoops, I never posted my interview with British designer Nadia who designs &lt;a href="http://nadinoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadinoo&lt;/a&gt;, you can read the interview &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-nadinoo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5298/5519490358_6e2d04c2b4_o.jpg" /&gt;And then today another interview went up with Teo of &lt;a href="http://unforeseencircumstances.com/"&gt;Unforeseen Circumstances&lt;/a&gt;. Please remember this designer so in the event that I get married you can gift me with some of her beautiful lingerie, it is just an added bonus that Teo was so kind and lovely to talk to. You can read that interview &lt;a href="http://www.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2010/12/09/1291941954-green.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 520px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2010/12/09/1291941954-green.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is anyone else as over blogger being down as I am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7987191378149580869?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7987191378149580869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7987191378149580869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7987191378149580869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7987191378149580869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/double-dipped-interviews.html' title='Double Dipped Interviews'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1433012932364425577</id><published>2011-05-12T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:31:21.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bustling</title><content type='html'>I am so excited I have the day off and can go check out the &lt;a href="http://www.francesmay.com/"&gt;Frances May&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.lilleboutique.com/"&gt;Lille Boutique &lt;/a&gt;sponsored &lt;a href="http://www.francesmay.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VPL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trunk show! But I'm also hoping to have time to swing by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Narcisse&lt;/span&gt; and try on one of these gorgeous Bunny and Pear bustle skirts they just got in! I'm not sure you can ever have too many bustles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kNJGsMNlbfg/TcuLPWEAI0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/IhcxbtBH8q8/s1600/6a011168930fef970c014e885fe9e6970d-500wi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kNJGsMNlbfg/TcuLPWEAI0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/IhcxbtBH8q8/s400/6a011168930fef970c014e885fe9e6970d-500wi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605727256929379138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zam4WoChoeM/TcuLPcmF-tI/AAAAAAAAA0k/7qcOKbSXjxk/s1600/il_570xN.214129918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zam4WoChoeM/TcuLPcmF-tI/AAAAAAAAA0k/7qcOKbSXjxk/s400/il_570xN.214129918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605727258682981074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{via &lt;a href="http://shopnarcisse.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Narcisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/bunnyandpear?ref=pr_shop_more"&gt;Bunny and Pear&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1433012932364425577?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1433012932364425577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1433012932364425577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1433012932364425577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1433012932364425577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/bustling.html' title='Bustling'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kNJGsMNlbfg/TcuLPWEAI0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/IhcxbtBH8q8/s72-c/6a011168930fef970c014e885fe9e6970d-500wi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3843009853317014839</id><published>2011-05-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:50:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaty Eggplant</title><content type='html'>Blogger deleted my post. Grrrrrr. I made this eggplant tomato basil tart with my sister and Dad for Mother's day. It was delicious. Sweating is the grossest culinary term ever. Over and out.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo25/80/09/5f5a62af1fc6__1304957458000.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3843009853317014839?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3843009853317014839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3843009853317014839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3843009853317014839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3843009853317014839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweaty-eggplant.html' title='Sweaty Eggplant'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5915444166646793543</id><published>2011-04-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:36:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flossy Flossy</title><content type='html'>The last two days I have been living the glamorous life of a jet-setter. Long story short, my friend's mom had some frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; miles she needed to use before the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I put off calling until the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and though it wouldn't work out. I knew I could only be gone the 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; because of work and it ended up working perfectly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Portland yesterday morning for Salt Lake City Utah. After some adventures with some homeless people on the MAX and an uneventful plane ride I met one of my favorite people--Jack!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see the beautiful Utah mountains again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we knocked some items off my Provo/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; bucket list by hitting up Noodles &amp;amp; Co, seeing Jack's chickens, graham canyon at the creamery, seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kait&lt;/span&gt; and her baby bump, and then met up with the Workman's to eat dinner at the Art City Trolley in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt; and then see their gorgeous historic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt; home--seriously if you know Candy you should go check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed really late just talking, then in the morning went to Kneaders and got to see more friends such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mizz&lt;/span&gt; Chelsey and Carly! It was so great to see everyone and spent so much time talking that I am sitting in the airport feeling hoarse from talking so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a quick trip but so happy, and on the way to the airport I finally got to feel Jack's baby peanut kicking, the only thing that could make this better is if I went and got some airplane snacks right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and off I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Allie, you and Boston were second on my list, fingers crossed for another free flight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5915444166646793543?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5915444166646793543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5915444166646793543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5915444166646793543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5915444166646793543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/flossy-flossy.html' title='Flossy Flossy'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1363772929194037902</id><published>2011-04-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:21:57.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I see London I see France</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6o77PLfD4/TbY6PIvdhII/AAAAAAAAA0M/e5KfHowKZZ4/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-25%2Bat%2B19.53%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6o77PLfD4/TbY6PIvdhII/AAAAAAAAA0M/e5KfHowKZZ4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-25%2Bat%2B19.53%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599727218400789634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see Kirsten's seeds turning into plants! (I was so excited, after weeks of waiting I thought I killed them!) Only time will tell if this is sage or basil, but there is another seed just barely sprouting so there is still hope that they both survived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1363772929194037902?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1363772929194037902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1363772929194037902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1363772929194037902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1363772929194037902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-see-london-i-see-france.html' title='I see London I see France'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_I6o77PLfD4/TbY6PIvdhII/AAAAAAAAA0M/e5KfHowKZZ4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-25%2Bat%2B19.53%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3977783779485517431</id><published>2011-04-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:43:42.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirsten And The Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that writing about your job on the interwebs in generally frowned upon, but its okay if I only write great and not confidential things right? Some of you know that on Thursday I took a temp job at Portland company &lt;a href="http://www.moonstruckchocolate.com/"&gt;Moonstruck Chocolate &lt;/a&gt;as the receptionist at there cooperate office and factory in North Portland. I have always loved Moonstruck and especially love their new package designs.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lovelypackage.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/moonstruck2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned so much in just one day there. The day before I got an email telling me that the day I was temping there was going to be a meeting there with the entire board of directors, including the people who own the company--no pressure or anything! But everyone was so nice, and the owners gave me a great history of the building. It is this tiny industrial building right next to the train tracks under the St. Johns bridge. If you have ever been to Cathedral park it's right there! The building has lots of great windows because it was once owned by Pendleton and they needed the light to work on the fabric and before that, back in the 30s it was a cherry factory and that's why it is next to the train tracks. The trains would bring the cherries and they would bring them straight off the trains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lovelypackage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/moonstruck3.jpg" /&gt;Knowing the location makes me love this packaging even more--especially when I learned that there is a Sasquatch hidden in each of the designs. Can you find it? I actually haven't been able to find it on this one yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised how small and truly handmade all there chocolate it. It was a factory, but nothing like the bread factory! The windows where I was working looked down on the worker so I could see them even wrapping chocolates in foil by hand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned all about chocolate tasting, it is serious stuff. You have to use all five senses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First you are supposed to smell the chocolate immediately after unwrapping it--that is when the smell is most potent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Look at the chocolate--it should be shiny and smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Snap off a piece of chocolate. If it breaks off really clean it is high quality chocolate with a higher amount of cacao in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Place the piece of chocolate on the middle of your tongue and let it sit there while you taste some of the different notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Finally move the piece of chocolate around your mouth so you taste it through all of the taste receptors on the front, back, and sides of your tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to try it with my Easter Toblerone later I guess, and the only really sad part of the job was that by the end of the day I couldn't smell the chocolatey aroma that permeated the office!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3977783779485517431?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3977783779485517431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3977783779485517431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3977783779485517431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3977783779485517431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/kirsten-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Kirsten And The Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6462888671761639798</id><published>2011-04-24T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:49:28.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she make a cherry pie, Charming Billy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbhQqVcVJIo/TbUKS3TjFDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/J82ZPaKpCn8/s1600/ff964e507694__1303702626000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbhQqVcVJIo/TbUKS3TjFDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/J82ZPaKpCn8/s400/ff964e507694__1303702626000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599393030904943666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;She can make a cherry pie,&lt;br /&gt;Quick as a cat can wink an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;You can tell this is a pie triumph because most of it is gone even though there were lots of other dessert options. Also, here is the wonderful Easter "basket" I received this year--a paper bag with a bunny drawn on it.Those weird squiggles are supposed to be the bunny's eyes. Love it, a great day with a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEBsDiM3rFA/TbUKSn6k4XI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uXatfAo5cO0/s1600/a8706c3d3400__1303702644000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEBsDiM3rFA/TbUKSn6k4XI/AAAAAAAAAzs/uXatfAo5cO0/s400/a8706c3d3400__1303702644000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599393026773672306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6462888671761639798?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6462888671761639798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6462888671761639798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6462888671761639798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6462888671761639798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-she-make-cherry-pie-billy-boy-billy.html' title='Can she make a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she make a cherry pie, Charming Billy?'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tbhQqVcVJIo/TbUKS3TjFDI/AAAAAAAAAz0/J82ZPaKpCn8/s72-c/ff964e507694__1303702626000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4990894416921535780</id><published>2011-04-24T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:42:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend I missed High School,</title><content type='html'>well not really, I just missed the time in my life when I listened to this band a lot--&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oll6UfK6iUg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I guess has come again, so no need to miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4990894416921535780?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4990894416921535780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4990894416921535780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4990894416921535780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4990894416921535780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-weekend-i-missed-high-school.html' title='This weekend I missed High School,'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oll6UfK6iUg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3937434467198783220</id><published>2011-04-18T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:46:46.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Towers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I've blogged about Kate's designs before, but now you can read an interview I did with her over at good '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-kate-towers"&gt;Colette Patterns! &lt;/a&gt;One of the cool parts about this interview is that I got to go over to Kate's house to talk and see her studio. First of all, her house is adorable, design-oriented, modern, and has great pops of color--just the kind of home you would imagine from her designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Kate is really nice and down-to-earth. She was very honest about how hard it is to try and design with a family, but not in a negative way. Her little basement workspace was impeccably organized and reminded me of Seaplane--such a great shop!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 404px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.76386981.jpg" /&gt;I particularly am loving this "Lion's Mane" dress right now. Of course because of all the ruffles, but even more so because guess who also owns that &lt;a href="http://www.noa-noa.dk/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Noa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; belt from &lt;a href="http://shopnarcisse.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Narcisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3937434467198783220?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3937434467198783220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3937434467198783220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3937434467198783220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3937434467198783220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/kate-towers.html' title='Kate Towers'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7190309914550133433</id><published>2011-04-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:46:30.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much to Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except these shoes look insane. Gotta love &lt;a href="http://www.jeffreycampbellshoes.com/home/"&gt;Jeffrey Campbell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKp4EyB8S6w/TaJdW94lmaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/F92ZmeKgunA/s400/Jeffrey-Campbell-shoes-Benched-Black-Grainy-Leather-010604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594136336297990562" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7190309914550133433?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7190309914550133433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7190309914550133433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7190309914550133433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7190309914550133433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not Much to Say'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKp4EyB8S6w/TaJdW94lmaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/F92ZmeKgunA/s72-c/Jeffrey-Campbell-shoes-Benched-Black-Grainy-Leather-010604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3227369834047992899</id><published>2011-04-05T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:08:06.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Neutral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;was the title of the email I received from my kindred spirit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franceis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Lumberjacqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; that made me laugh so hard I decided it needed to be shared here on my blog although many of you might not find it nearly as funny as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"besides cultivating perfect enjoyment reading your emails, i have to give it to us for maintaining a good sense of exactly what our conversations in real life sound like via email. I.E.: temping is romantic: next topic- cat barfing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The only background I can give is that we have been emailing back and forth for at least a week now and it is so great. My theory on why it works so well is because even in real life we do a lot of "monologuing" which is really a nice way of saying we both ramble a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was going to post a cute picture of us and talk about how I love her to pieces (which is true) but really have you learned nothing from this post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SaA_cs4WZHM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3227369834047992899?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3227369834047992899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3227369834047992899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3227369834047992899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3227369834047992899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/gender-neutral.html' title='Gender Neutral'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SaA_cs4WZHM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4413614507132319804</id><published>2011-04-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:55:20.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Borscht</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two nights ago we had Borscht for dinner, which no one touched. Last night we had something else, but mom decided to eat some of the Borscht, and when I commented on its unappealing muddy look and earthy smell mom said,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's just like grandma made--in the old country!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a long pregnant pause before I asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What grandma?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom just laughed and said she didn't know, since we aren't remotely Russian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mom had been talking up the Borscht since the night no one ate it. But she didn't tell me until I was sitting at the table with my promised portion of Borscht dripping off my spoon that she had thrown out the recipe after trying it once, and that this was the thawed remnants of that attempt (and my family will eat just about anything). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted just as you would expect a soup consisting of only beets and potatoes to taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you try to google a picture of Borscht it actually looks pretty good. Often times Borscht contains tomatoes or other vegetables that give it a color other than muddy brown. So, being persistent, I Googled "bad borscht" and this is what I came up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 384px;" src="http://culinaryjunkies.com/network/scss/files/2010/04/borscht.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should get one for my mom (but in all fairness it was probably a bad recipe because my mom is a good cook).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4413614507132319804?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4413614507132319804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4413614507132319804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4413614507132319804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4413614507132319804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/04/borscht.html' title='Borscht'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3746347573666900565</id><published>2011-03-28T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:19:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case of The Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh1lpoBcVj1qalfpvo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 264px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh1lpoBcVj1qalfpvo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although technically this would be the Sunday night/Monday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night as I lay in bed convalescing (aka watching a movie) I had my laptop charger draped over my blanket and when 20 minutes into the movie I decided I'd had enough and just wanted to sleep I unplugged the laptop and thought I had shoved the charger onto the floor. I only realized that I was mistaken when I pulled my comforter up towards my chin and said comforter launched said laptop charger up into the air like a trampoline and the charger landed squarely on my face. And when I say my face I mean my mouth, and especially my bottom lip that split like an overripe tomato. I also got blood on my favorite sweatshirt as I tried to discern whether my lip was bleeding or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom says I'm lucky I didn't break a tooth or something, but she also told me this afternoon that my nose blowing sounds like glass breaking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3746347573666900565?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3746347573666900565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3746347573666900565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3746347573666900565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3746347573666900565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/case-of-mondays.html' title='A Case of The Mondays'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3827724316651558884</id><published>2011-03-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:20:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convalescing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am back from California, and while it was fun I got sick--and I hate being sick!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 407px; height: 379px;" src="http://culinarychronicles.net/pictures/skills3/gorey%20ennui.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will maybe write about more of the things I did on my trip later when I am not sick but here is a quick rundown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving&amp;gt;Sheep&amp;gt;Sunnyvale&amp;gt;pouring rain&amp;gt; family bonding&amp;gt;Church&amp;gt;Google&amp;gt;me almost stealing a google bike&amp;gt;Palo Alto&amp;gt;Stanford&amp;gt;Hearst Castle&amp;gt; LA&amp;gt; rain&amp;gt; Disneyland&amp;gt; crazy&amp;gt; sunburn&amp;gt; sickly&amp;gt; more rain&amp;gt; vintage shopping&amp;gt; fashion district&amp;gt; bacon wrapped hot dogs&amp;gt; near-death experience&amp;gt; Venice Beach&amp;gt; my mom gets pulled into a hobo's act&amp;gt;Jelly Belly factory&amp;gt;memories&amp;gt;more driving&amp;gt; San Francisco&amp;gt; more sheep&amp;gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3827724316651558884?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3827724316651558884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3827724316651558884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3827724316651558884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3827724316651558884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/convalescing.html' title='Convalescing'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3830110641201531245</id><published>2011-03-18T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:54:37.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I keep seeing fluffy dogs and I just want to stop and cuddle all of them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday I found out I won &lt;a href="http://mypalacestore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Palace'&lt;/a&gt;s March raffle! &lt;a href="http://mypalacestore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Palace&lt;/a&gt; is a cute little shop on Belmont and 34th that carries a lot of vintage and specialty items, and my prize for winning was a free bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.olofragrance.com/"&gt;Olo fragrance&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohbohX8gFPo/TD_B9w3bktI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oMCYOAfqpL8/S640/olo+bottles+group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olo is a small fragrance line, that is handmade in Portland, and today I went in and picked out my scent! I chose Erastus, which has a nice NW foresty smell, but all of them smelled great so it was really hard to choose! You can check them at several stores here in Portland, or you can get samples on their &lt;a href="http://www.olofragrance.com/"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, last night I was in bed reading when I thought "I wonder if I can fit my fist in my mouth?" and I tried. The Phalanges were fine, but metacarpals were a no-go. I think I might have just been overly excited because I am leaving for Disneyland tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3830110641201531245?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3830110641201531245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3830110641201531245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3830110641201531245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3830110641201531245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/winning.html' title='Winning'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohbohX8gFPo/TD_B9w3bktI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oMCYOAfqpL8/s72-c/olo+bottles+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6876569147588675383</id><published>2011-03-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:51:20.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is my sisters 18th birthday and my mom decided to throw her a surprise party. At first I was jealous (because I am SO mature) because my mom has never thrown me or anyone else in our family a surprise party. In part because I remembered my 18th birthday. I was at BYU, I had only been there a few weeks and one of my fears before going to school was knowing I would be there for my birthday and probably wouldn't know anybody yet and that I would be really lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But in fact my 18th birthday was one of the best, in large part because of these girls who are still some of my favorite people on this green earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq7qZJ65BYE/TX2mOPPiiHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iK8c9BQRefs/s400/n193306319_30623319_1726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583801876549372018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't find any pictures of the day, I don't know where they went! But I remember staying up really late the night before and joking about how I probably wouldn't go to sleep at all because I was writing a paper I had put off. But I finally went to sleep and woke up to a ceiling packed with balloons! There were dozens! And on my chair there was a card with some of my favorite treats (*cough* Swedish Fish *cough*) and there were all these really cute signs on the door. I had early morning class so I had to leave, but I just remember feeling so happy and loved all day because I hadn't expected any of it! That night we went out to Legendz Grill which was fun too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Part of the reason I love this birthday so much is because often I feel like birthdays and other holidays become all about presents and being disappointed when things don't go the way you would like them to. This birthday was great because I didn't have a lot of expectations, and really I didn't get any great material things--everything was bought with bought with dining cards or drawn with markers--but I felt loved and I would really give up all the presents for every birthday to be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6876569147588675383?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6876569147588675383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6876569147588675383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6876569147588675383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6876569147588675383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wq7qZJ65BYE/TX2mOPPiiHI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iK8c9BQRefs/s72-c/n193306319_30623319_1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3708508076500174300</id><published>2011-03-11T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:37:19.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$1.50 Liberty Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally decided what to do with some of the pieces of Liberty fabric Carina sent me. On her tumble there are pictures of these fabric necklaces she does that are so pretty, and my mom has one just like it so I decided to make some for myself!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM4DVdTLMAw/TXqvJkb8hoI/AAAAAAAAAys/5L9OWnhFRj0/s400/tumblr_lhugybFr5M1qa7t8fo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582967267013723778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Via &lt;a href="http://malinka.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Malinka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iE_OrzXX7Pg/TXquL9YXiSI/AAAAAAAAAyc/m3-s2u-9PPQ/s400/DSCN0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582966208557713698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{My beautiful baby sister Bridget modeling my necklace}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plus I made 3 necklaces that only cost me $1.50 to make. All I had to buy was one bag of marbles. They are really easy to make and you can customize yours however you want. All you do is sew a tube (for marbles I would make it at least 5' around) sew one end closed, turn it right side out and then insert the marbles. You just tie a know on either side of each marble, hand sew the other end and you are done! I may have to dig through my scrap box for more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3708508076500174300?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3708508076500174300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3708508076500174300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3708508076500174300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3708508076500174300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/150-liberty-necklace.html' title='$1.50 Liberty Necklace'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM4DVdTLMAw/TXqvJkb8hoI/AAAAAAAAAys/5L9OWnhFRj0/s72-c/tumblr_lhugybFr5M1qa7t8fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6699270911600346225</id><published>2011-03-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:29:22.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am standing in the kitchen watching my cat fidget in his sleep and I realized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.thehobbit-movie-buzz.com/wp-content/uploads/hobbit/large_smaug_dragon_from_thehobbit_animated-r7nn9rsi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is kind of what he looks like in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{10 pts to anyone who knows what the picture is from}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6699270911600346225?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6699270911600346225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6699270911600346225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6699270911600346225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6699270911600346225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-standing-in-kitchen-watching-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2456992699070045971</id><published>2011-03-04T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:34:39.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love From Sweden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I received a package from Carina, the designer I interviewed for Colette Patterns and wrote about &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/malinka.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She send me a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phiffikus&lt;/span&gt; to try out as well as some pieces of her gorgeous Liberty fabric that I am obsessed with and need to find a project for. She also sent me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ThCt0YqqM8A/TXFlUvi5l6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/skay0jlkft8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-04%2Bat%2B12.44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580352820323391394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A skirt! I decided that I had to use this picture because it looks like I am giving the skirt a thumbs up, which I would but wasn't meaning to. Honestly, I probably would have never chosen red gingham for myself (bad experience being forced to make "picnic pants" for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt;) but I love it! It is great for now with tights and will be a good spring skirt too. I think it is a testament to the skirt that I haven't take it off since I got the mail. Hopefully I will have a job someday (I could end that sentence there) and will be able to buy one of her dresses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, today my interview with Kristina of Fischer clothing went up on the blog, you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/meet-fischer"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just love her new collection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNbb4_XDrt0/TXFlUoFPQNI/AAAAAAAAAyE/PJcWAfKtCcM/s400/_DSC1030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580352818319933650" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2456992699070045971?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2456992699070045971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2456992699070045971' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2456992699070045971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2456992699070045971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-from-sweden.html' title='Love From Sweden'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ThCt0YqqM8A/TXFlUvi5l6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/skay0jlkft8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-04%2Bat%2B12.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8987670186229412254</id><published>2011-03-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:34:59.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Men With Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was listening to The Andrews Sisters radio station on Pandora (which is AWESOME btw), and a familiar male voice came on that brought me to shocking realization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gene Kelly, you might be my dream man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 324px;" src="http://pastprologue.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/gene-kelly-family.jpg?w=300&amp;amp;h=325" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at him being so paternal. I love this photo even more because it introduced me to the website &lt;a href="http://hotmenwithbabies.tumblr.com/"&gt;Hot Men With Babies&lt;/a&gt; after which this post is titled. In reality many of the men, especially some of the athletes are not really all that hot, but good news! You don't have to be a celebrity to be featured--so if you're a "hot man" I implore you to take a picture with a baby and submit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I am on an omelet kick and am I the only one who finds cooking eggs incredibly (edibly) frustrating? Omelets can be tricky anyway so I watched a clip from the cooking  channel on how to properly make them and as they described the fluffy texture the properly cooked egg is supposed to have, my heart sank because I'm pretty sure I have never properly cooked an egg in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 326px;" src="http://fbadventures.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/broken-egg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I make eggs they always seem to turn out dry and crusty. I think that (like many other of my cooking problems) the problem may be in me trying to rush and cook them too fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could jet off to Paris and take a cooking class like Julia Child. Bus alas, I will have to settle for thoroughly researching egg cooking technique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{ps. This is my 200th post}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8987670186229412254?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8987670186229412254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8987670186229412254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8987670186229412254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8987670186229412254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/hot-men-with-babies.html' title='Hot Men With Babies'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4725130367448867579</id><published>2011-03-02T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:35:40.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh</title><content type='html'>Is it bad that I don't like this music video because of the girl's ugly yellow belt, and her clashing hat and scarf? Nevertheless I love this song, it was featured on a V-day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Postsecret&lt;/span&gt; video--maybe I should have posted that instead. But now at least you know, so if you suffer from the same snobbery you should close your eyes or open a new tab after pressing play.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cas6q0FFNQk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4725130367448867579?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4725130367448867579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4725130367448867579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4725130367448867579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4725130367448867579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/shhh.html' title='Shhh'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cas6q0FFNQk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2479204952787999455</id><published>2011-03-01T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T18:28:08.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories &amp; Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It could be something in the water, or the fab Spice Girls Pandora station Jack recommended, or &lt;a href="http://www.modishblog.com/modish/2011/03/makedo-tuesday-a-letter-to-my-childhood-best-friend.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post on Miss Modish's blog, or the fact that I am back at home and went on a little jaunt through the neighborhood that brought back a million memories, but I have been thinking about some people from my past lately.Today I remembered one girl in particular, we went to church when we were young. In my memory her mother had passed away (but that could be totally wrong). I just remember her telling this story about how her mother had seen an angel--was it purely the imagination of a child or is there any truth to it I wonder.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i82S9hJ5XHk/TW2qv__weyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/788gRrV235s/s400/hfb_fw10_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579303254991338274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When going through my closet I found my long lost pair of Hansel from Basel socks! But alas, when I put them on I discovered that the heels are worn almost all the way through. So of course I must buy more, and thought I should introduce you to my addiction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCY0ErhmxCE/TW2qnHguGAI/AAAAAAAAAxk/CzbcNF80EFQ/s400/hfb_fw10_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579303102389819394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{These knee pad tights are one of my favorites}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanselfrombasel.com/index.php"&gt;Hansel from Basel&lt;/a&gt; is a company s based out of LA that focuses on leg wear. Their socks and tights are great quality, but can sometimes be a bit pricey but they have a great section and---the sock of the month club! Every month they feature one item at a super discounted price. February's sock of the month is still up, and so cute at $10 I am struggling to talk myself out of buying a pair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 384px;" src="http://okado.img.jugem.jp/20110206_2062753.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{They say "Bon Voyage! Hansel from Basel"}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2479204952787999455?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2479204952787999455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2479204952787999455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2479204952787999455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2479204952787999455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/03/memories-socks.html' title='Memories &amp; Socks'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i82S9hJ5XHk/TW2qv__weyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/788gRrV235s/s72-c/hfb_fw10_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4864498740727668573</id><published>2011-02-22T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:16:28.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malinka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can read my interview with Carina from Malinka on the Colette blog &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/inspiration/meet-malinka"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 446px;" src="http://static.colettepatterns.com/images/blog/2011/01/Loop_31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Carina has definitely been one of my favorite people to interview so far, she has been so nice and gave me some great answers. And I don't think I ever posted here the story of how I saw her dresses on a blog, tracked down her email and emailed her about doing the interview. Her response email struck me as a bit strangely informal, and only then did I do more research and realize that she is from Sweden and English is not her native language! Anyway I love Malinka, but it probably helps that as you read this there is a package making its way to me from Sweden. I will share more when it arrives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4864498740727668573?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4864498740727668573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4864498740727668573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4864498740727668573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4864498740727668573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/malinka.html' title='Malinka'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-726999183402103259</id><published>2011-02-20T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:23:06.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation That Just Took Place In The Kitchen:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;K: "No!  His White Grandpa!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;Me: "Kathryn, you're so racist."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;B: "My friend had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; grandpa, he said I was pretty"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;K: "well if all else fails you can marry your friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; grandpa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;Me:"____ (the RS president from my family ward) said my hair looked sexy today!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;K: "well if all else fails you can marry her."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;H: "People said I was cute when I was young..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;(cue laughter)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; color: rgb(76, 41, 13); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;Today was my first Sunday in the singles ward here. It is not uncommon to have off the wall comments, the kind where everyone just smiles and nods at the person. Well today in RS I thought someone was making one of those comments. We were talking about the Good Samaritan and charity, and this girl commented, "When I am having a hard time with someone I imagine them eating a sandwich."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;Which seems like a weird thing to say--but when you think about it it's pretty genius. I mean, think about someone you are frustrated with or something and think of them eating a sandwich. There is just something so humanizing about eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 16.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; color: #4c290d"&gt;So I will leave you with a picture of our fearless leader eating a sandwich--doesn't he seem so approachable with his mouth full?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 225px;" src="http://whatthehealthmag.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/barack-obama-eating-sandwich-at-sogood-blog.png?w=286&amp;amp;h=225" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-726999183402103259?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/726999183402103259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=726999183402103259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/726999183402103259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/726999183402103259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/conversation-that-just-took-place-in.html' title='A Conversation That Just Took Place In The Kitchen:'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6698174165546349287</id><published>2011-02-19T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:45:13.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Springbean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish spring would hurry up and get here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a bad good day (or good bad day). I am back in Portland, at least for a little while since I finished my internship at 826 Seattle and my whole family has tickets to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt; concert tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my first full day back and I was ready to run back to Seattle by mid-morning. I had an appointment to get my haircut, but at the last minute my mom needed me to take my sister to work and so I ran out the door in whatever was closest to me in my room. I was trying out &lt;a href="http://www.thegingersuitesalon.com/"&gt;The Ginger Suite&lt;/a&gt;, a salon Kassandra runs out of her cute teal house in NE Portland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway--I had a number dyslexic moment and got lost on the way there, but things were so much better when I finally got there. Kassandra was really great about working with my hair's natural texture, and we talked about economics, family, and she gave me a great tip on where to get high-waisted jeans. It doesn't look too different, but she put in all these short layers that bring out the curl like so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Duw1k7O4-4c/TWDGV0Tn0PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vAuPv2BMGTw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-19%2Bat%2B13.07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575674416805171442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I am wearing the great find I snatched up on my way home at one of my favorite Portland &lt;a href="http://www.francesmay.com/"&gt;shops.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I finally finished my Valentine's (S)cowl! I made it WAY too wide, but at least it will be warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJEvn9CTqr0/TWDGWGkJKEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bQwJQ5_R4Tg/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-19%2Bat%2B18.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575674421706303554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I would love to have a job. I have a couple things in the works, but I am afraid if I talk about them too much it might jinx it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6698174165546349287?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6698174165546349287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6698174165546349287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6698174165546349287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6698174165546349287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/springbean.html' title='Springbean'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Duw1k7O4-4c/TWDGV0Tn0PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vAuPv2BMGTw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-19%2Bat%2B13.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5269420230102857960</id><published>2011-02-18T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:15:12.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dahlia Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I haven't written about my gastronomic adventures in a while, and that it mostly due to the fact that I have decided to go easy on my wallet, but today I drove back to Portland with my dad and lunch was on him. So we went to a place in Seattle that my dad keeps raving about (he informed me that he likes to rave about lots of other things--but when it comes to food he is pretty right on). So we went to the Dahlia Lounge, which he informed me was in "Sleepless in Seattle", except it was at the old location. It is in the scene where Tom Hanks goes on a date with "that lady that laughs like a hyena".&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.filminamerica.com/Movies/SleeplessInSeattle/sleepless07.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decor has definitely updated, but wit still has the fish lamps and everything. And the thing in particular my dad raved about was the grilled bread salad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 799px; height: 533px;" src="http://seattlefoodies.net/slideshows/dahlia_happy_hour/bread_salad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It lived up to its praise. Lettuce with a pesto, oil-cured olives, mozzarella, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coppacola&lt;/span&gt;, lots of other fresh greens, and of course the grilled bread. Basically they take bread, and instead of toasting it like a crouton the bread is grilled like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panini&lt;/span&gt;. The result is delicious and I am excited to try some grilled bread in my own salads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Okay, and to write about the Dahlia Lounge in my Diary of Dining Out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5269420230102857960?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5269420230102857960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5269420230102857960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5269420230102857960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5269420230102857960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/dahlia-lounge.html' title='The Dahlia Lounge'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4654533939782372261</id><published>2011-02-14T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:40:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts for You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I am single once again on Valentine's day this year it hasn't been too shabby. First of all my interview with Dace Moore of &lt;a href="http://www.dace.ca/pages/season-spring-2011"&gt;Dace clothing&lt;/a&gt; went up on the Colette Pattern blog on Friday (you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/inspiration/meet-dace?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+ColettePatterns+%28Colette+Patterns%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I saw that it was tweeted by Jen McCabe of &lt;a href="http://www.honeykennedy.com/"&gt;Honey Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;. I love her blog so that was really exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a legend that Earnest Hemingway was once challenged in a bar to write a memoir in six words. His six words read: 'For sale: baby shoes, never worn.' So, this Valentine's day we had a challenge at 826 to write a 6 word memoir about something you love. Then I took all the memoirs, typed them up and we made the most adorable book. It is 2x2", and everyone at the office is obsessing over them today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlm9DywvNp8/TVnKfkt8TyI/AAAAAAAAAwk/LcjnSg1T0rA/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-12%2Bat%2B18.01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573708657628827426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how tiny and cute that is. Plus, you can tell that this is a good picture because I am flashing some major thigh. Here is the cover:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRaGewcq1Cw/TVmdvf6w9FI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YG151i0KEB4/s1600/6wordmemoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tRaGewcq1Cw/TVmdvf6w9FI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YG151i0KEB4/s200/6wordmemoir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573659453195088978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry it's so small, but that's its actual size.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you, my readers to come up with your own six word memoir about love, and leave it as a comment! My memoir that is included in the book is written about my love of people watching and was inspired by someone I saw on the bus that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kilted man sits with fanny pack."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4654533939782372261?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4654533939782372261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4654533939782372261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4654533939782372261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4654533939782372261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/nuts-for-you.html' title='Nuts for You'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlm9DywvNp8/TVnKfkt8TyI/AAAAAAAAAwk/LcjnSg1T0rA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-12%2Bat%2B18.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2663258626813582377</id><published>2011-02-04T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:48:44.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>My latest interview is up on Colette Patterns, you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/inspiration/meet-hopeless"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; It is with Gabrielle from Melbourne Australia who designs and sews Hopeless Lingerie. I love her designs (like I said before I don't need any lingerie currently, but she is the one who has inspired me to make a new swimsuit). I think she is so interesting because so many of her pieces are designed by horror films, which is interesting and the results are beautiful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.colettepatterns.com/images/blog/2011/01/il_570xN.184217021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 379px;" src="http://static.colettepatterns.com/images/blog/2011/01/il_570xN.184217021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest parts was picking which pictures to leave out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2663258626813582377?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2663258626813582377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2663258626813582377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2663258626813582377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2663258626813582377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7103558498144554419</id><published>2011-02-02T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:53:18.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines (S)cowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until I am reunited with my sewing machine (Feb. 18th, count it down) I need something to tie me over/I have wanted to do this for a while. I am knitting a red seed/moss stitch cowl with stockinette stitch hearts. I am calling it my Valentine's (S)cowl for I find myself single again on this Valentines day (but don't worry, I'm not too torn up about it I mostly just enjoyed the play on words).&lt;div&gt;My problem is that I have lost all my decision making capabilities (we are talking large and small scale here) and I can't decide how many hearts to put on it! I am no where near done, but here is what I have so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUoKdPpWC3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/pdOtjdhBhiU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-01%2Bat%2B17.24%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569275386729466738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think? Part of me thinks that  it would be cool to have just one or two, but like I said-- I just can't decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I wrote down in my notebook yesterday "find out how feasible it is to own a gramophone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I can report that it is very feasible indeed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7103558498144554419?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7103558498144554419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7103558498144554419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7103558498144554419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7103558498144554419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-scowl.html' title='Valentines (S)cowl'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUoKdPpWC3I/AAAAAAAAAwE/pdOtjdhBhiU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-01%2Bat%2B17.24%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8546974499820701296</id><published>2011-01-31T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:26:01.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something REALLY cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUdE6JKTrfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LFo0lO9v6Ww/s1600/IMG_8357.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUdE6JKTrfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LFo0lO9v6Ww/s400/IMG_8357.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568495229949160946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;watching people enjoying something you designed. You should have seen this one kid from Eritrea, it was priceless. I would have put up a picture of me, but I looked super scrappy. Who cares about me anyway right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8546974499820701296?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8546974499820701296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8546974499820701296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8546974499820701296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8546974499820701296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-really-cool.html' title='Something REALLY cool'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUdE6JKTrfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LFo0lO9v6Ww/s72-c/IMG_8357.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4881642893446755658</id><published>2011-01-31T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:06:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; late last night when I heard this song again--please take a listen, especially my sisters. They will know why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had more strange dreams last night--this time I was lost in Seattle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/riQ2BLAUqwY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4881642893446755658?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4881642893446755658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4881642893446755658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4881642893446755658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4881642893446755658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-going-through-my-itunes-late-last.html' title=''/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/riQ2BLAUqwY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-250302151757761831</id><published>2011-01-28T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:27:50.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colette Spring Palette Challenge Sketches</title><content type='html'>So for my Colette challenge I am kind of wimping out--BUT only because my sewing machine is currently residing in Portland and so I can plan out but won't have a lot of sewing time. So, I am determined to make two things although I am thinking about and planning more, they may just not get sewn until later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I promised myself I would actually post my sketches here even though drawing is not one of my strong suits, but it something I would like to work on, plus I have a lot of free time on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUNIhGRqGgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/7461QJQeB6I/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B19.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373297817623042" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUNIhOsqHvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/90yf-P9gh0k/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B19.31%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567373300078354162" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUNQ2JHXCrI/AAAAAAAAAvo/XlNEn3wtlbo/s400/xzQ2D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567382455450012338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the bag on the left is my interpretation of the Amy Butler Weekender Bag. I really like the bag in general but there are some things I would like to change like some of the pockets and I'm adding a shoulder strap and some embroidery on the side. I am going to make it in camel suede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bag on the right I will do if I have time, if not I will have to do it later because I am planning to do it in leather as well, and I'm excited to try it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom dress is where I am kind of cheating because I have already started this dress and am well into it. It is an Anna Sui for Vogue pattern and I am making it in a lightweight navy blue batiste with a drop waist and lots of pretty pin tucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also loving peter pan collars so if I have time I will make a coral/honeysuckle dress--if not it will have to wait for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am interviewing Gabrielle from Hopeless Lingerie for Colette and although I don't need any it has inspired me to make a new swimsuit for this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the day from the Greenbean (the coffee shop I work from):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's disgusting, but it's what you always have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also super awkward--these guys across from me are talking about culture is on the brink of a dramatic shift and how the coffee shop is a real community type of place, but now people come in and work on their laptops and tune out and totally gestured to me on his laptop. I have my headphones in, but I'm not actually listening to anything at the moment and looked at him right as he pointed to me. Oh, Seattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-250302151757761831?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/250302151757761831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=250302151757761831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/250302151757761831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/250302151757761831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/colette-spring-palette-challenge_28.html' title='Colette Spring Palette Challenge Sketches'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUNIhGRqGgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/7461QJQeB6I/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B19.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4255395599539846587</id><published>2011-01-28T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:16:15.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone (meaning you) Could Probably Come Up With a Poetic Explaination for This</title><content type='html'>(aka more of my crazy dreams)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two nights ago I had a strange dream, and when I woke up and I thought about it I think part of it is re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt;. I won't bother you with all the nonsensical details--but I end up in this house with someone else, and I learn it's a professor's house (I don't know who). The person I'm with decides to steal there car (I'm probably leaving a lot out here that I don't remember). And then this is the re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; part: we leave salt (like rock salt) on the professor's doorstep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, last night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am at a family reunion at this old house (except there are all these random little kids I don't know running around) but I need to interview this designer (which I have been doing in real life), but she comes over to the house and she is this super old lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lady is blind, or almost--so she has a seeing eye dog, except it's a lion. And it is wearing a pair of spectacles/a monocle. I am freaked out because the lion is growling at me. Oh, and the lion has been hurt somehow and so its back legs are in one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wheely&lt;/span&gt; things you see on dogs sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.mobility-advisor.com/images/dogwheelchair2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently they are called dog wheelchairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the lion is freaky and this old lady just starts to chat away with my family while I a trying to figure out how she can possible be the designer I am supposed to interview! Then we get in an argument about Anna Karenina, which I just finished reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4255395599539846587?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4255395599539846587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4255395599539846587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4255395599539846587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4255395599539846587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/someone-meaning-you-could-probably-come.html' title='Someone (meaning you) Could Probably Come Up With a Poetic Explaination for This'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-8376300305543132038</id><published>2011-01-27T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:07:43.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Colette Spring Palette Challenge Palette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUIG4g9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UzkdF4Mu2Sc/s1600/2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUIG4g9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UzkdF4Mu2Sc/s400/2517.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567019657371608818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i spent all this time perfecting my palette on Adobe Kuler and then I can't put it on here! Anyone else know a good site for creating a color palette?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I chose this picture to represent my color palette {photo via &lt;a href="http://www.deadlipskin.blogspot.com"&gt;deadlipskin&lt;/a&gt;}. I will admit--I have a hard time getting out of fall color palettes. But I really think that navy can be a great transitional color, especially since the spring here is cool and delayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my color palette is: navy, camel, and a coral/honeysuckle hue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for my sketches and project planning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{I will give you a hint: I cheat!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-8376300305543132038?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/8376300305543132038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=8376300305543132038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8376300305543132038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/8376300305543132038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-colette-spring-palette-challenge.html' title='My Colette Spring Palette Challenge Palette'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TUIG4g9AZvI/AAAAAAAAAu0/UzkdF4Mu2Sc/s72-c/2517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2632153886638159323</id><published>2011-01-25T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:41:06.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>826 Project #2</title><content type='html'>Today we printed this book I designed for a classroom of high school students who are recent immigrants: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96VCV4ntI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3Di4RGHyvXQ/s1600/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96VCV4ntI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3Di4RGHyvXQ/s400/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302166277725906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite part of the book was of course the most design oriented--the table of contents! And there isn't a big space in the middle in the real book, imagine that being the middle of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we celebrate them and hand out the books in the classroom, should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96iAlQJwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BBNfZ_AIy_U/s1600/ChapbookTemp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96iAlQJwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/BBNfZ_AIy_U/s400/ChapbookTemp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302389143611138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96a9wMH6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/hxFMjQA9lKI/s1600/ChapbookTemp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96a9wMH6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/hxFMjQA9lKI/s400/ChapbookTemp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566302268125093794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2632153886638159323?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2632153886638159323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2632153886638159323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2632153886638159323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2632153886638159323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/826-project-2.html' title='826 Project #2'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TT96VCV4ntI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3Di4RGHyvXQ/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6684884082780678809</id><published>2011-01-24T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:08:39.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Moment of the Day--so far</title><content type='html'>I had a great conversation with My friend &lt;a href="http://itwasmakebelieve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, who is in Uganda, over Gchat. Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div id=":112" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;but i blew it with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":113" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;and now I am stuck with the effeminate Asian, and the mustached creeper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt; &lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":114"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":115" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;oh my gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":116" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;oh my gosh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":117" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;i want to see a movie about your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My live is definitely a Bridget Jones sort of affair at the moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div id=":1b7" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;and also i think i should let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":1b8" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;our bed frames smell like crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":1b9" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;like actual crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1ba"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage" live="assertive"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bb"&gt;and it reminds me of the super junior movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel obligated to tell you about the movie to which she is referring. Liz and I both enjoy the Korean boy band Super Junior &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-so-beautiful-like-cappuccino.html"&gt;{You can watch some videos here}&lt;/a&gt;. Well, they were in a Korean movie called "Attack on the Pin-Up Boys" that you can probably find on Youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMJJ2dmkUqo"&gt;{ok, you can start watching here}&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":1bb"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4a/Aotpup_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 428px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4a/Aotpup_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is a mystery story, about a High school where every month on the same day one of the school's "flower boys" (which means a heartthrob or pretty boy) is mysteriously attacked by getting a bag of feces thrown in his face and throughout the movie they try to discover who is behind the attacks and who will be attacked next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6684884082780678809?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6684884082780678809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6684884082780678809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6684884082780678809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6684884082780678809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/favorite-moment-of-day-so-far.html' title='Favorite Moment of the Day--so far'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6573335394397920760</id><published>2011-01-22T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:19:25.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colette Spring Palette Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, you all know I am an intern for Colette patterns right? Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sarai&lt;/span&gt;, the creator posted &lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/colette-patterns-news/welcome-to-the-spring-palette-challenge"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on the Colette blog a couple of days ago and I am so excited to join in! The basic idea is that in this 10 week challenge you pick a spring palette and then plan and execute the garments of your choosing--creating a mini spring wardrobe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljqeBsW6g10/TSefH1O7pqI/AAAAAAAABHU/5xtZJN6GrPg/s1600/01+asosspring2011_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 555px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljqeBsW6g10/TSefH1O7pqI/AAAAAAAABHU/5xtZJN6GrPg/s1600/01+asosspring2011_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://color-collective.blogspot.com/"&gt;{via color collective}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this week I will be blogging about my inspiration and picking out the colors in my palette...any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6573335394397920760?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6573335394397920760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6573335394397920760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6573335394397920760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6573335394397920760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/colette-spring-palette-challenge.html' title='Colette Spring Palette Challenge'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljqeBsW6g10/TSefH1O7pqI/AAAAAAAABHU/5xtZJN6GrPg/s72-c/01+asosspring2011_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1553767879856559177</id><published>2011-01-20T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:50:38.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid Kits</title><content type='html'>Okay, who feels like after all those fashion posts they are ready for a musical rant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends who love stars, I have two things--both side projects of Torquil Campbell. One is old, but new to me from Torque's side project with friend Chris Dumont called Memphis, their newest album is from 2006 called "A Little Place in the Wilderness" but they have  a new album titled, "here comes a city" that comes out in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is NEW new, from Torque's solo project, Dead Child Stars, which just released it's new album "Cold Hands, Warm Heart" this month! It's great, and both are good options if you need more Stars in your life. You can listen or buy on the Stars website: &lt;a href="http://store.youarestars.com/browse/new/?id=2008"&gt;youarestars!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mp3musicmatrix.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/wpid-Dead_Child_Star_2010_Cold_Hands_Warm_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://mp3musicmatrix.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/wpid-Dead_Child_Star_2010_Cold_Hands_Warm_Heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the just released singles from Swedish pop duo First Aid Kit, that were produced by Jack White. I wish it were a whole album, but you can listen to "It hurts me too" and read more about them at &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2011/01/18/133017386/song-premiere-jack-white-produces-swedens-first-aid-kit?ps=cprs"&gt;NPR&lt;/a&gt;, and watch some of their older videos here. I was only going to put up the first one, but I bet you can guess why I love the second. Also, if you love Fleet Foxes you should listen to their cover of, "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wpgc39VqYQ8" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2BKUjnyf8uY" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1553767879856559177?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1553767879856559177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1553767879856559177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1553767879856559177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1553767879856559177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-aid-kits.html' title='First Aid Kits'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Wpgc39VqYQ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6998683731719108983</id><published>2011-01-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:09:02.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merchant &amp; Mills</title><content type='html'>Oh, and thank you &lt;a href="http://www.honeykennedy.com/"&gt;Honey Kennedy&lt;/a&gt;, for introducing me to &lt;a href="http://merchantandmills.com/"&gt;Merchant &amp;amp; Mills&lt;/a&gt;. I am such a sucker for this type of design. I am so tempted to buy tons of sewing supplies I don't really need. Maybe I can settle for a postcard. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeK0C8pf5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/t9NxRC9A8MY/s1600/postcard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeK0C8pf5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/t9NxRC9A8MY/s400/postcard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564068491388616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know, as soon as I say I won't be posting as much a post more...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6998683731719108983?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6998683731719108983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6998683731719108983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6998683731719108983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6998683731719108983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/merchant-mills.html' title='Merchant &amp; Mills'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeK0C8pf5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/t9NxRC9A8MY/s72-c/postcard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2986723024035953838</id><published>2011-01-19T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:40:47.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Portland Collection</title><content type='html'>If you really think about it this post fits in perfectly with my last. Like I said, just as a season begins to wind down I become obsessed with that seasons clothes instead of thoughtfully planning for the season ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to talk about two things I have gushed about before, (specifically &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/10/oregon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/10/indian-summer.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2009/09/someday-i-want-to-stop-and-check-out.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).but are now combining forces this upcoming fall: Church &amp;amp; State AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; wool! If I need to tell you I'm excited you must have just tuned in/never met me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDSMfry3I/AAAAAAAAAts/U3f2A93BHfc/s1600/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDSMfry3I/AAAAAAAAAts/U3f2A93BHfc/s400/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564060213254540146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDR2YhjNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Es741tuIIxg/s1600/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDR2YhjNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Es741tuIIxg/s400/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564060207318928594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and check the blanket holders. And excellent bags, I am in love with the top below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDRi8PkzI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ct0oGJ_npU8/s1600/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDRi8PkzI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ct0oGJ_npU8/s400/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564060202100036402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDRb3zzQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mh86X_6aNrQ/s1600/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDRb3zzQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/mh86X_6aNrQ/s400/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564060200202390786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see more pictures from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;look book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.honeykennedy.com/2011/01/pendleton-the-portland-collection/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mod.portlandmercury.com/mod/archives/2011/01/14/lookbook-shots-from-pendletons-the-portland-collection-part-1#more"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I think the styling on all of these is gorgeous and I would expect nothing less. I better start saving for next fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2986723024035953838?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2986723024035953838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2986723024035953838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2986723024035953838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2986723024035953838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/portland-collection.html' title='The Portland Collection'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTeDSMfry3I/AAAAAAAAAts/U3f2A93BHfc/s72-c/honey-kennedy-pendleton-fw2011-church-and-state-37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6310305391283230125</id><published>2011-01-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:38:11.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clog-omania</title><content type='html'>So, I probably won't be blogging as much for the next little while since I have not interwebs at my house at the moment. I am excited for spring, and have been thinking about things I want to sew,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTYi2Z3TVWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Jf2KmySrviU/s1600/clog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTYi2Z3TVWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Jf2KmySrviU/s400/clog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563672707713946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been thinking about how I always want things when it is either in the middle/end or when they are out of season. And now, in the midst of my spring thinking--I have full-blown clog fever. and I'm not talking about Danskos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6310305391283230125?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6310305391283230125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6310305391283230125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6310305391283230125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6310305391283230125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/clog-omania.html' title='Clog-omania'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TTYi2Z3TVWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Jf2KmySrviU/s72-c/clog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-7879321032853125468</id><published>2011-01-13T13:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:55:33.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norman Mailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I feel like Norman Mailer from that one episode of Gilmore Girls when he hangs out in The Dragonfly and only drinks iced tea.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.achievement.org/achievers/mai0/large/mai0-007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 826 is undergoing a remodel, we are all working out of a coffee shop but I feel bad because i hang out here everyday and never buy anything. I feel even more like I am in an episode of Gilmore Girls because the volunteer I worked with this morning looked a lot like Jess! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-7879321032853125468?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/7879321032853125468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=7879321032853125468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7879321032853125468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/7879321032853125468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/norman-mailer.html' title='Norman Mailer'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6146322715317969311</id><published>2011-01-12T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:24:33.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I am going to change up my wardrobe for cheap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hardly every buy magazines. Don't get me wrong--I love them, but I usually sit down in a bookstore once a month and read all the magazines I want, and then I am set. But I was very tempted to buy this month's Lucky magazine purely out of principle because of this genius article:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TS5Tj7SYXiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8zilGu-03Bk/s400/luckymag3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561474466524454434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TS5TjrWBPOI/AAAAAAAAAss/-OFji1PRFUY/s400/luckymag4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561474462244748514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially love the idea of dying leather. Although dying your clothes is time intensive, the dyes cost around $2 and can completely rejuvenate you clothing. I am now kicking myself that I didn't buy those pants that were completely perfect except for the color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not at home with all my clothes, but first thing when I get back I am going through my clothes and picking out things to be dyed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6146322715317969311?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6146322715317969311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6146322715317969311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6146322715317969311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6146322715317969311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-i-am-going-to-change-up-my-wardrobe.html' title='How I am going to change up my wardrobe for cheap.'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TS5Tj7SYXiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/8zilGu-03Bk/s72-c/luckymag3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3646635029031010451</id><published>2011-01-07T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T00:32:59.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil in the Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is it wrong to steal from the D.I truck? Because earlier this week when I dropped of a ton of stuff for my mother I took two old picture frames. I think that's probably ok, but it may be a problem that I would like to go back and scavenge for more.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TSgW3BEhe3I/AAAAAAAAArw/GtRNtPxPhho/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-07%2Bat%2B21.40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559718874424900466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would escape this winter without getting a cold, but here I am with a stuffy nose and no kleenex with moisturizer! It also means that I am going back to Seattle tomorrow and have not finished the dress I am making. I am too lazy to bring my sewing machine and everything with me, but it's probably for the best since the dress is batiste and probably too light for the winter I am making this Anna Sui for Vogue dress:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 401px; height: 433px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6C217szXnZM/S7-BNSgSTMI/AAAAAAAABao/vjdYINTVr7A/s1600/Vogue+1177+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3646635029031010451?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3646635029031010451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3646635029031010451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3646635029031010451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3646635029031010451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/devil-in-details.html' title='Devil in the Details'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TSgW3BEhe3I/AAAAAAAAArw/GtRNtPxPhho/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-07%2Bat%2B21.40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5427110562302186735</id><published>2011-01-03T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:25:04.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Gifts I Gave This Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I designed this coupon for my dad (it got cut off when I was scanning it, sorry!):&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TSK89RqF9tI/AAAAAAAAAro/1h8pU7R2hf0/s400/fawn002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558212651026609874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And made felted hats for all my sisters: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TSK6Bo-oCWI/AAAAAAAAArY/Rdm_tbYTZLM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-01%2Bat%2B17.11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558209427471337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am all hyped up on making things. I have been working on a dress all day, or at least the muslin-maybe I will show you pictures of that tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5427110562302186735?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5427110562302186735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5427110562302186735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5427110562302186735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5427110562302186735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-gifts-i-gave-this-christmas.html' title='Some Gifts I Gave This Christmas'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TSK89RqF9tI/AAAAAAAAAro/1h8pU7R2hf0/s72-c/fawn002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-3873168369398304531</id><published>2010-12-29T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:20:49.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRr9YvHYZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/O5tSm1xD3zw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B16.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRr9YvHYZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/O5tSm1xD3zw/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B16.26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556031691721041698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not dreams of zombies. Last night, my sister and I were looking for something and stumbled across our other little sister's notebook in which she wrote this about zombies:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I am sure you read books about vampires and werewolves but what about zombies. You probably have seen the Hollywood version, but we really aren’t that creepy. I mean, we are probably the most human like monster.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, zombies look ordinary, act ordinary, an nobody but other monsters can tell we are what we are. The only thing is we live or “eat” on human happiness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;        Yeah, so I guess you could say we kill people by making them so depressed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will tell you this, if you know my sisters it is not the one you think. She also had an entry that talked about how everyone in our house hates her except, "My kind loving sister Kirsten." So sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I fell asleep on the couch while watching &lt;i&gt;The Bishop's Wife&lt;/i&gt;, and had the strangest dream. I was with one of my friends and we were maybe temporarily homeless or something, because I had a crush on this boy (I think he was a celebrity, but can't remember who) and we kept sneaking into his house so we could brush our teeth and were trying not to get caught breaking in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then my mom is trying to drop me off at my cousins, but I don't want to go and we end up going to the mall instead where the salespeople are being extremely aggressive with their advertising. I am getting frustrated when my mom says, "Advertising causes people to buy, just as lack of sleep causes..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then I wake up at 3:30 AM in the basement, fully clothed where I drifted off to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again, our minds are fascinating things. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-3873168369398304531?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/3873168369398304531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=3873168369398304531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3873168369398304531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/3873168369398304531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams-and-zombies.html' title='Dreams and Zombies'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRr9YvHYZyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/O5tSm1xD3zw/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-12-27%2Bat%2B16.26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-5637218462538364640</id><published>2010-12-25T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:19:33.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/TRb6HRGClMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/eC-6PI-V8xU/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B23.31%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554902193162851522" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/TRb6HiJBbVI/AAAAAAAAAic/5o1_NA-EME8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B23.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/TRb6HiJBbVI/AAAAAAAAAic/5o1_NA-EME8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B23.37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554902197738761554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's not Christmas. But today was extra special. I got a pair of button up pajamas that are just like&lt;a href="http://media.mugglenet.com/i//hbpfilm/ewfallpreview/slughorndumbledore.jpg"&gt; Slughorn's&lt;/a&gt; from Harry Potter, and I learned how to polish shoes. Truth be told, I have always wanted to know how, especially since my dad has this shoe polishing kit that used to be my Grandpa's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry the picture is backwards, but I used photobooth since my camera is still broken, but I bet you can figure out what it says--and there is my shoe on the right!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in my purple leather booties on my way to Church, when I was at school many months ago (Geneva should remember the fall and the resulting purple streak on the sidewalk). I scuffed the shoes pretty badly and kept meaning to ask my dad if polish could cover it up but never did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him tonight, since my sister wants to borrow the shoes, he took one look at the shoes and said, "Yeah, that's cordovan." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baffled, I said "No, they're purple."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad then explained that mens shoes come in three colors: black, brown, and cordovan (which is a rich shade of burgundy--kind of purple). I love that my dad knows all about these things, and it demonstrated one of the reasons I love menswear so much, it has so much history. While women's fashion changes quite rapidly (also most women wear mainly sportswear these days) but menswear has changed very little, and especially having made a mens dress shirt I know that quality mens clothing is very intricate and interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad also told me how when he was a kid his dad would pay him 25 cents for each shoe he polished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now know all about shoe polishing, my shoes look great, and I love this shoe brush. I couldn't get a good picture because I was using Photobooth--but it is metal and looks like it could be from the 1800's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need me to polish your shoes let me know, I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-5637218462538364640?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/5637218462538364640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=5637218462538364640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5637218462538364640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/5637218462538364640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a Special Day'/><author><name>Kirs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162312296355700402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/SrcP8g7YRII/AAAAAAAAARU/P_WSkxEMLbE/S220/Photo+13+22-26-04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j3wiqwf3nwE/TRb6HRGClMI/AAAAAAAAAiU/eC-6PI-V8xU/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B23.31%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4912985901932737537</id><published>2010-12-25T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:02:53.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without packages, boxes or bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribalterror.blogs.com/scribal_terror/images/nativity.jpg"&gt;{via scribterror}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 511px;" src="http://scribalterror.blogs.com/scribal_terror/images/nativity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I stayed up way too late wrapping and finishing these anyway. Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRY_Ubeiz3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/AwpBs4EFT-Q/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B04.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554696810613886834" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4912985901932737537?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4912985901932737537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4912985901932737537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4912985901932737537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4912985901932737537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-came.html' title='It came'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRY_Ubeiz3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/AwpBs4EFT-Q/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-25%2Bat%2B04.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-6192452996864437567</id><published>2010-12-21T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:22:17.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Telescope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some close-ups of the newspaper I did for the 826 Seattle Newspaper club. It was a lot of fun but crazy, since I put together a lot of it in only a couple days. I had to blur out all of the names but one, can you spot me on the front page?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRFsM4F3yjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Wo3VqvQEXNg/s400/tele001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553338783995775538" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRFsNG-O-QI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mGpY-igEi_M/s400/tele005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553338787990272258" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRFsNS1hp5I/AAAAAAAAAqI/m7GqzfvQLuA/s400/tele006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553338791174973330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, m&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y first interview is up on the Colette blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colettepatterns.com/blog/inspiration/meet-lady-danburry"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;{here}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! You should go check it out and comment so it's not so lonely. This first interview was with Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danburry&lt;/span&gt; of dear Provo, and in the near future you can expect to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intervi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ews&lt;/span&gt; with: &lt;a href="http://katetowers.com/"&gt;Kate Towers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dace.ca/"&gt;Dace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.malinkadress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malinka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fortesdesign.com/"&gt;Janessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.emersonmade.com/"&gt;Emerson Made&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emersonmade.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now, I have to get back to crafting some last minute Christmas presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-6192452996864437567?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/6192452996864437567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=6192452996864437567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6192452996864437567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/6192452996864437567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/telescope.html' title='The Telescope'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TRFsM4F3yjI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Wo3VqvQEXNg/s72-c/tele001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-672476146000675006</id><published>2010-12-15T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:00:57.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Cheltsy (because I love dedicating posts to people)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, this first part isn't really for you Chelsey, but I'm pretty positive you will get the part that is meant for you when it comes up.&lt;div&gt;1. See the fruits of my labor at 826 Seattle! A newspaper called "The Telescope" for the newspaper club. This is the first issue and it went to print today! I basically put the whole thing together, and it was a lot of fun! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt; is corrupted, so I don't have close-ups yet--but here is a teaser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQo3HPr2TAI/AAAAAAAAApo/hUEBEj1Hnv4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B21.51%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310088296614914" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQo3HcnGogI/AAAAAAAAApw/iweH6_KZq2c/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B21.52%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310091766374914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I keep seeing advertisements for the Rat City &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rollergirls&lt;/span&gt;, and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roller derby&lt;/span&gt; competition, and guess who just picked 826 Seattle to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sponsor&lt;/span&gt; for said event?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQo3HF9ssqI/AAAAAAAAApg/1o5XXkm4fEo/s400/logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551310085687128738" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-672476146000675006?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/672476146000675006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=672476146000675006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/672476146000675006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/672476146000675006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-cheltsy-because-i-love-dedicating.html' title='For Cheltsy (because I love dedicating posts to people)'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQo3HPr2TAI/AAAAAAAAApo/hUEBEj1Hnv4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B21.51%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-4184717121339580936</id><published>2010-12-15T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:16:40.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30. Who are you?,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am Kirsten, I am dark, I am light, I am a song unsung, a story untold, an enigma shrouded in a mystery, the loneliest chime in the house, I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner. And I'm going to stop this before I break into song. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because really I can't tell you who I am, and I think this was not a good question to end on. I am going to make one of these up myself and spread it around, and it will be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the question from yesterday about something I've learned, because I think you find what you look for. So today I looked, and saw that a tagger has left his mark all along my bus route. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; just says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt;", and I wondered all the way to work what he or she meant my that. It feels like there should be another word in front of that--but who knows, they could have meant something else by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned that there is a company called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Graffiti&lt;/span&gt; Busters" which was funny enough, but then I found this when I was googling it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaWeTAWt3VI/R-1z7Ga90nI/AAAAAAAAFFA/hHysdRMrn7I/s400/graffiti-busters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I guess I have to find other things to write about. T-minus 10 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-4184717121339580936?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/4184717121339580936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=4184717121339580936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4184717121339580936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/4184717121339580936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-who-are-you.html' title='30. Who are you?,'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BaWeTAWt3VI/R-1z7Ga90nI/AAAAAAAAFFA/hHysdRMrn7I/s72-c/graffiti-busters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-276323541981908584</id><published>2010-12-13T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:37:32.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29. In this past month, what have you learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just yesterday, I learned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poinsettias&lt;/span&gt; are not poisonous--urban myth.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 375px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/christmas-poinsettia-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Don't they look good enough to eat?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, apparently there were cats at Jesus' birth. Because at the dinner table my cousins kids were deciding who was going to play what part in the nativity, and one of them said "I am going to be the cat, MEOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of this, I guess it better be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-276323541981908584?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/276323541981908584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=276323541981908584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/276323541981908584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/276323541981908584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/29-in-this-past-month-what-have-you.html' title='29. In this past month, what have you learned'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-2330877342232387273</id><published>2010-12-12T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:58:59.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28. A picture of you a year ago, and now, and how you've changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQXC9gp9FOI/AAAAAAAAApY/8a_pXd55hIY/s1600/12870_601000939074_193306319_34369361_3030099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQXC9gp9FOI/AAAAAAAAApY/8a_pXd55hIY/s400/12870_601000939074_193306319_34369361_3030099_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550056477797717218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A year ago, I was spending a lot of time with Jack in her little yellow house with raised beds and a little white picket fence. Such a happy time! Here is me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQXC9R6KACI/AAAAAAAAApQ/m451ksWh8Ek/s1600/155943_804480367909_17828519_41884764_6543343_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQXC9R6KACI/AAAAAAAAApQ/m451ksWh8Ek/s400/155943_804480367909_17828519_41884764_6543343_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550056473839140898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I have grown in a lot of ways, and have learned a lot of things about myself. But let's not dwell on that, because I have a long ways to go in the next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-2330877342232387273?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/2330877342232387273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=2330877342232387273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2330877342232387273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/2330877342232387273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/28-picture-of-you-year-ago-and-now-and.html' title='28. A picture of you a year ago, and now, and how you&apos;ve changed'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQXC9gp9FOI/AAAAAAAAApY/8a_pXd55hIY/s72-c/12870_601000939074_193306319_34369361_3030099_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544503628931051184.post-1900979339822441889</id><published>2010-12-11T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:37:35.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I am bored and you are interested (words pilfered from &lt;a href="http://franceis.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-bored-and-you-are-interested.html"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;). But mostly because I am bored. I am in a new place surrounded by new people, and it has been nice some days to have these questions to think about, sometimes having questions in mind help you to notice little things around you that you wouldn't otherwise see. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about one of my first extensive Seattle exploration down on Fremont. It is pretty close to where I work, and I went there specifically to visit Lamb's Ear Shoes to try on some beautiful Rachel Comey shoes and am now in love with them. But let me tell you, the girl at Lamb's Ear was so nice and helpful! She was right there along side me gushing over the shoes and I could tell, she was a kindred spirit. I loved the experience so much I am tempted to buy the shoes there, even though I found them significantly reduced somewhere else (and that is a big deal for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQSI5zZkFCI/AAAAAAAAApI/mQLc7TnxooY/s400/thumb_5060559145_2e7fea3646_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549711167458645026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and speaking of deals, after wandering around Fremont, for what seemed like forever (since I stupidly thought I would be find finding all the places I wanted to go without writing down their addresses) I found Les Amis. Les Amis, has a very Anthro-esque vibe. Just look at it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQSI5jn1MRI/AAAAAAAAApA/PfRY6aEbO8E/s400/seattle_lesamis_208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549711163223519506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the clothes are just as beautiful: Rebbecca Taylor, Isabel Marant, Steven Alan, tons of cozy knits. And then I found them. Remember this post about classic dressing? Well, I found a pair of the exact same Trina Turk pants-- for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;times the price! I'm pretty sure I did a little dance in the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After Les Amis I wandered around and saw a dozen places I wanted to stop and eat, before hanging with my pal, the huge Lenin Statue who was festively dressed with a Christmas banner and a blue star of David on his head. I was sad I didn't have  my "Young Leninist" pin. Overall Fremont, reminded me of of some of my favorite places in Portland--urban, but not crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQSI5T3klYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/05CmlhWqppA/s400/20061219TRD12410X640Y480.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549711158994572674" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hopefully I will get my camera repaired over Christmas, so my future adventures will be more exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7544503628931051184-1900979339822441889?l=tiredmirrors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/feeds/1900979339822441889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7544503628931051184&amp;postID=1900979339822441889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1900979339822441889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7544503628931051184/posts/default/1900979339822441889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredmirrors.blogspot.com/2010/12/27-why-are-you-doing-this-30-day.html' title='27: Why are you doing this 30 day challenge?'/><author><name>KirstieBirstie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00763142454951395778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/SrcAKV7oXFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_qdSrWzd8mU/S220/Photo+13.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAXxzoIyjBs/TQSI5zZkFCI/AAAAAAAAApI/mQLc7TnxooY/s72-c/thumb_5060559145_2e7fea3646_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
