A Cookie For A Cookie… it’s like Hammurabi. You know… Hammurabi.

So y’know how sometimes you think to yourself, “Self, that there actor is interesting.  And sort of… interesting.  In an… interesting sort of way…”  And then you don’t ever really think about that particular actor much ever again?

Did you watch Masterpiece Mystery this past week?  They’re running BBC’s “Case Histories”.  You should check it out.  ‘Cause seriously:

 

Lucius Malfoy?

 

Michael Caffee?

 

That scary guy from The Patriot?

I mean, fine.  Jason Isaacs is a good lookin’ dude.   But….  evil villains… not really my type.

 

(Government-sanctioned psychopathic killers?  Totally my type.

 

But I digress.

You’re welcome.)

 

Annnnyway…. Jason Isaacs.  Case Histories.  The good guy.

 

I want one for Christmas.

We leave cookies for Santa.  I think Santa should, y’know, reciprocate.

Angie A: I See Your Bet And Raise You…

 

I had these shoes in my cart.  Almost.  I went to do something else and when I came back… they were out of my size!  Seriously.  My head hurt.   I had to lie down. 

It was traumatic.

 

 

So I had to buy these instead.  They were half price. 

Had to.

It was also worth it to watch TLo and The Big One gleefully tottering around the living room in them this evening.  I don’t know why, but they liked these. A lot.

 

Hmmmmm…. more trouble…..

I Hate Linen.

No, really.  I hate it.

In case you suffered from the misapprehension that I haven’t sewn anything in the past three months, I can assure you I have.  At least one thing. 

This thing, to be precise:

No wait.  There’s more:

 

These, in case you were wondering, are photos of the linen jumper I made for TLo’s school uniform.  Which I took after I washed it.  For the fourth time. 

Yes.  You heard me.  I’ve only washed this garment four times.  And I’ll probably have to throw it in the trash.

 

I even piped the flippin’ pockets, people. 

(It’s extra-wrinkly because it’s still wet from the washer.  Also, I took a picture of my toes.  Neato.)

 

This is what I used to make the Evil Self-Destructionator 2000:  Ottobre 3/2011 #18.  Cotton gingham.  Outrageously poor-quality linen.

 

This is what a child looks like, frolicking and blithely making a mess, when she is blissfully aware that her dress has not self-destructed.

 

I’m not even going to bother to show you what a child in our house looks like when her dress self-destructs.