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  • are you the light of my life?

    March 4th, 2012

    On Friday evening, I had a sudden whim to make a lamp.

    Evidence:

    me: want to make a lamp with me?
    Evan: of course I do
    me: SWEET.

     
    This is the lamp that we made out of garbage, essentially. (click to enlarge)

    we made this lamp by ourselves
    homemade lamp

    And here’s how we made it:

    First, we collected some materials and tools:

    • a make-a-lamp kit from Canadian Tire
      • this lamp kit assumes you’re making one of those wine bottle lamps, which we weren’t
      • in the future, I’d probably buy the components individually instead of the kit
    • a lamp harp
    • a glass/tile drill bit for drilling holes in glass
    • a CFL light bulb
    • the bottle left over from this delicious limeade
    • four boxes of crappy pencil crayons from Dollarama (4 x 12 = 48; didn’t use black or white)
    • some twigs
    • sticks for a hot glue gun
    • hot glue gun
    • some canvas
    • a wire hanger
    • random crafting wire

    … and got to work.

    ** First things first: Evan is my favourite person to do random craft projects with, because he’s willing to do ALL the dangerous stuff, like drilling glass, lifting heavy objects, mixing hazardous materials, and other things I’m hesitant to try. In fact, he’s not only willing — I’m pretty sure it fills him with manly glee. **

    Anyway, first we went outside, where Evan drilled a hole in the bottom of the bottle for the wiring to go through. The glass dust smelled kind of toxic. I regret inhaling it. The cat next door kept trying to hang out with us but I told it to go away because it’s cute and so I wanted to protect it from the glass particles.

    Then we had to shorten the pencil crayons because I wanted the crystal-looking part of the bottle to show. Sharpening 44 pencil crayons is no easy task — just ask the blister on my middle finger. 😦 Eventually, I figured out that cutting the pencils to the right length before sharpening them was much more ergonomic and efficient than trying to sharpen them to half their height.

    dollarama pencils, canvas lampshade, lamp, diy lamp, wiring kit
    the crystal stuff that i wanted to keep exposed by shortening the pencils

    And then we hot-glued the pencil crayons to the bottle. I didn’t feel like using the black and white pencils, so we collected some twigs and whittled them down to look like pencils and glued them into the space that needed filling.

    dollarama pencil crayons, twigs, lamp, lamp shade, diy lamp
    four of these things are not like the other

    Then Evan affixed the lamp components and stuff to the top of the bottle. The lamp looked cool but very, very naked, so I spent a long time Googling “how to make a lampshade” and such, but most of the DIY tutorials assume that you already have a lampshade that you want to make over, which we didn’t. I had no luck finding a good one at the Value Village/op shop around the corner. What to do, what to do???

    Here’s what I did:

    I fashioned two big rings from the one wire hanger I could find at home, and used some random crafting wire to make a sloppy mounting thingy for the upper ring so that the lampshade could sit on top of the harp thingy. Then I glued the canvas to the wire rings with the glue gun. I didn’t really measure or try to do any part of this with precision, so the fabric puckers in some spots and isn’t a true cylinder. You know, I’m not even sure that the rings are the same size.

    poor wiring job
    poor wiring job

    The whole thing looks tragically handmade, but so does the rest of my workspace, so whatever. It was very fun and it gave me something to write home about.

    And so, I leave you with a picture of Kermit praising the godly new lamp.

    kermit praising god
    kermit praising god

    I’ll let you know if the lamp catches fire. I wasn’t very sure about the canvas shade, but so far, so good.

    Thank you for reading my blog post. Coming soon… a new story about the Underwear Tiger, who has it out for the wind we had in Toronto on Saturday because it blew the underwear off his head and made him feel very, very naked. Poor baby!

  • the underwear tiger: issue no. 1

    February 12th, 2012

     

  • does topsy limekitty deserve arms?

    August 25th, 2011

    Does Topsy Limekitty deserve arms?

    does topsy limekitty deserve arms?

    What do you think? Comment away!

  • how kool is this?

    August 3rd, 2011

    green!

    Did you know that you can dye yarn with Kool-Aid? IT’S TRUE. Like, if it worked on your hair as a badass tween, then it should work on all kinds of other natural fibres, right? Right. Logic! Anyway I found two really useful-looking tutorials at knitty and snowangels.com, with Kool-Aid palettes that are really to dye for (get it? dye?). I say these are useful-looking because I haven’t actually tried this Kool-Aid dyeing process myself yet. But I am dyeing to.

    I’ve never even had Kool-Aid before!

    Sadly, the only colours I could find (or flavours, rather) in the one supermarket I checked out were grape, cherry, and orange. Boring. Like, where were lemon lime explosion and electric blue raspberry?

    cherry & tropical punch
    cherry & tropical punch, from halimeade’s flickr stream

    Anyway! Before I found out about this awesome dyeing process, I bought some yarn from KnitPicks to make this Super Easy Baby Blanket, in these colours here:

    owbrain blankie. (owbrain? rainbow? get it? ‘cos the colours are all mixed up?)

    Wouldn’t those look even better in shades of Kool-Aid??? You might have already guessed my inspiration. In case you weren’t sure, I was inspired by one particular Google image search result for “eric carle”:

    eric carle cotton fabric, hijacked from apartment therapy

    Now I eagerly await a package from Canada Post.

    As you can tell, I am reviving this blog. Don’t be sad, though — I won’t just be writing about knitting. Stay tuned for posts about my hunt for good Kool-Aid colours, the cartoons I’m watching, things I’m working on, and maybe even some photos from when I open the parcel of rainbow yarn. Yay!

  • dentist kitty

    April 13th, 2011

    cat with teeth potion

    A promise from a kitten is
    a promise always kept.
    Impossible! That can’t be so!
    But listen, how I wept!:
    A street cat one day promised me
    a mouth so clean and bright.
    No cavities! No tooth decay!
    And not a stain in sight!
    “Throw out your toothbrush!” he exclaimed.
    So throw it out I did.
    I mean, who likes to brush her teeth?
    I know of no such kid!
    The cat gave me a potion black
    to gargle at the sink.
    “Just gargle this before you sleep,”
    he told me with a wink.
    I took it home, the tarry vial,
    and waited for the night.
    And when it fell, I drank the goop
    and gargled with delight…
    A future free from dental care?
    My favourite fantasy!!!!!
    But then I felt a tiny itch
    upon my naked knee.
    As I looked down, oh horror! Ach!
    I saw the wicked cat!
    Somehow it’d crept into my house!
    I very nearly spat!
    But I didn’t want the blackened goo
    to stain the porcelain sink…
    And so as though I had a choice,
    I swallowed up the the drink.
    The cat threw back its head with glee
    as I fell to the floor.
    I checked the inside of my mouth —
    My teeth! They were no more!
    Impossible! That can’t be so!
    But listen, how I wept!:
    A promise from a kitten is
    a promise always kept.

  • snow kitty

    February 17th, 2011

    A kitten came down from the sky,
    from Heaven up above.
    It fluttered slowly, slowly down
    and fell into my glove.
    Its fur was white, its mews so soft,
    an angel in my grasp.
    I tickled it beneath the chin
    but soon I had to gasp…
    for as I looked I came to see
    I’d made a big mistake.
    This was no cat! But a grotesque,
    misshapen, wild snowflake.
    Its points were mangled, bent and weird,
    offending my poor soul.
    It violated symmetry!
    I threw it in a hole.
    I watched it writhe, I watched it thaw,
    that devil dressed in white.
    Its shiny teeth gnashed up at me.
    and tried to take a bite.
    So take this as a warning fair
    to save your precious pelt:
    when kittens snow down from the sky,
    don’t save them. Let them melt.

  • beard kitty

    February 3rd, 2011

    cat1

    The other day I met a cat
    whose fur was pink and tan.
    I knelt to pat it, and it said:
    “I thought you were a man!
    From far away, upon your chin,
    I saw a mass of hair.
    But as you near to scratch my head,
    I see no beard is there.”
    He said this kindly, like a pal,
    but still I found him crass.
    I am a girl! I have no beard!
    That kitten was an ass!
    And so I sat upon the stoop,
    and gave the cat a push,
    when suddenly I yanked his tail
    and threw him in a bush.
    I kept the tail, a souvenir…
    I know it might seem weird.
    From time to time, I take it out
    to wear it like a beard.

    xoxo
    Justina

  • second ever caption contest

    December 16th, 2010

    Please!! Caption this!:

    your brilliant caption could appear here!

    The winner will get something in the post. It might be a knit object.

  • variations on a bad habit

    December 4th, 2010

    Hello, dear readers. You may be wondering why it has taken me so long to post here. The thing is, not much has happened between my last post and now, so it’s not like I’ve been putting this off. Nope! But this is a nice segue into  the subject of today’s post: those despicable people who put off doing things that they’re supposed to do. The scum of the earth! We appear in many forms:

    the procrastineater

    The procrastineater empties her dresser to smoothe out the wrinkles in her clothes. Not with an iron, though. That’s too much of a commitment. The procrastineater uses speedy Japanese folding techniques, then packs up her clothes very economically so that her drawers can finally close.

    the procrastineater, II

    The procrastineater, II eats when he thinks he’s bored because he thinks he has nothing to do. But really the procrastineater is trying to trick us all — and worse, himself! — by appearing to be busy with his mouth full of popcorn EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO MOVIE PLAYING.

    the procrastiknitter

    The procrastiknitter sits at her computer before a blank Word document. But make no mistake! She’s never merely sitting. She’s procrastiknitting, while admiring beautiful knit objects on ravelry.

    Here are some of her more recent procrastiknit objects:

    garish blue coat
    a garish blue coat
    an ugly green sweater, complete with giant pockets and elbow patches
    an ugly green sweater, complete with giant pockets and elbow patches

    So she might miss some deadlines, but only by a few hours. At least we know that she and her friends will be warm this winter.

    the procraftinator

    The procraftinator insists that making arts and crafts is a Basic Human Right. The procraftinator believes that non-procraftinators are soulless capitalist automatons whose values are askew because they have no idea how to “let loose,” “have fun,” and “be creative.” The procraftinator’s living room is filled with an astonishing collexion of procraftinated artefacts. The stench of wet paint crossed with molding papier-mâché paste tinges the air.

    See: your weird neighbour who needs a shower. Also: this guy.

    the procrastinasty

    procrastinasty hello kitty
    Can you spot the nasty face? Isn’t she too young to be procrastinasty?

    The procrastinasty treat their friends horribly not because they’re naturally inclined to hurt the ones they love, but because they’re stressed out about all of the things they’re supposed to be doing but aren’t because they are PROCRASTINASTY.

    the procrastinettor

    middle click/control click
    middle click/control click syndrome

    The procrastinettor is a self-diagnosed chronic middle-clicker (or control+clicker). He has a million Wikipedia articles open in his browser. Does he read them all? It is a mystery. At least he appears to have good intentions of self-enlightenment.

    the procrastinaked

    The procrastinaked has nothing to wear because the laundry never got did.

    So, dear reader, what are you ?? ? ? ???

  • i died and came back to life

    October 8th, 2010

    who am I ?

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