Livin's Easy Pt. 2

Recipe from Here

There is a fair bit of summer left, even with my impending move rapidly approaching (that is if I ever find out if I have a place to live! I'm looking at you student apartment building!). I'm soaking in each moment, and trying desperately to avoid the heat. Two weeks ago I was incredibly sentimental about leaving here. Now, I just want to punch the weather (and our broken A/C) in the face. Good Riddance 100+ temps! If one's legs begin to sweat while sitting at ones desk sewing, it is officially too hot! That being said, it's been a good summer. There was:

A surprise birthday party for my sister. Who is a pain in the you-know-what to throw a surprise party for. But it was a good party.













Late night trips to the park in the ridiculous hats some well meaning people sent us from Alaska. I did my best impression of a forest ranger.






A little kitten joined our clan. His name is Svart Katt. That means black cat in Norwegian according to google translator. I hope it's right. Svart seems to be unaware of both my allergies and general distaste of his kind. He thinks my bed is a perfectly good place to chill. Also my lap. Also anyone's laptop. The later generally resulting in things like this happening:





One day my hair looked really pretty.

















A random Tuesday home alone left Chelsea and I with a deep desire to cook things. This was before our a/c died. Back when we could stand to look at the oven. We made this cake, and personal beef potpies. I kinda love potpies. They rank up there with Lima Beans, Red Cabbage, Chicken Tenders, Garlic Bread, Goldfish crackers, Cheezits, Coffee and Orange Juice. My favourite foods are those of a three year old. The cake was kind of amazing. Like, I want it to be part of my last meal amazing. Along with all of the other things I just listed. There was a lot of caramel. I was okay with that. It also had the best frosting I have ever had/made. This is love.








Part of my haul

A dear friend and I went to the Fashion District in LA-LA-Land. This place isn't for the faint of heart. There were "buildings" or shacks with things in every corner, every nook, and every cranny. Then they shoved in more. There were times when I was so overwhelmed by all the stuff that I had to do a "get rid of the mad rush of energy and adrenalin coursing through my every cell" dance. Which basically makes me look like a crazy person. We already know I am a crazy person. Some places had bad prices that were not worth it. Other places had really, really, really, incredible prices. I may or may not  have come home with 80 yards of fabric. Pay By the Pound fabric shopping guys!!!! Where I found 15 yards of wool! There were moments when I thought about falling into a pile of dirty, bug and probably rodent ridden fabric cuts and just laying there. But then I remembered my phobia of both bugs and rodents and all was better. Then I found four more yards of wool. Things you need for the fashion district: a map, good walking shoes, a floppy hat, a dress that isn't 60 years old and doesn't pop a seam every time I dig for more wool, hand sanatizer, 50 cents if you want to use the disgusting broom closet toilet, snacks, cash, the iron will to not pay more than $2 per yard of fabric, sunscreen, and one of those metal lady hobo rolling cart things. We spent five hours. We barely scratched the surface.





Dinner followed at a carribean place. A nice man bought us our food and tried to ply us with alcohol. It's a good thing my friend actually knew him.













Then we found the beach. Which isn't hard to do when you eat at a place next to it.  We may or may not have put out feet in the water. We definitely got pummeled by a giant wave that came out of nowhere.











We took a itty bitty trip to the Santa Monica Pier. Only so I could say I'd been there. And also to buy Ice Cream. They had peppermint. Add peppermint ice cream to my list of things I want at my last meal.

Image stolen from the Riverside Junction Facebook page. I'm the one in the back mirroring the exact same move as the girl in the foreground. This was a good dance by the way ;-)



There was Swing dancing galore. I may have pulled a few muscles. I may have realized that I have actually really improved, I may have punched some guy in the face when he spun me inside out. Dear gents, don't spin a lady in a way that nature never intended for her to spin. It's for your own protection.





There was ketchup faces, and end of the day post dancing hairdos that kinda made me look like a hipster, so I took a photo that made me look awful.

And that is how I spent my summer vacation (so far.)