Archive | February, 2011

And…I have a new roommate!

24 Feb

Or, maybe you could call him a boarder.

I’ve been searching for weeks now, until yesterday, when I saw his picture on the Humane Society of Minnesota‘s website. You know it, I adopted a cat!

Meet Pierre le Géant, alias “Wilbur.” (Wilbur was his former name; I’m currently calling him “Willbur Pierre” and after awhile will drop the Wilbur completely. I don’t exactly know the best way to get a cat used to its new name.)

I’ve added the “le Géant” after André the Giant, as my new kitty, is huge. Enormous. The Biggest Cat I’ve Ever Seen. Well, his former brother is actually even larger. Ok, I keep getting backtracked. Here’s the backstory:

Pierre/Wilbur and Norman were surrendered to the Humane Society about a week ago when their owner moved. That’s all I really know about his past. Now, this makes me a little upset, as I don’t think a pet is like a pair of shoes. You don’t throw them away when you’ve had them a couple years. When you move, you move your cat with you. Or don’t get a cat if you think you won’t be able to have one in a couple years. Pierre’s my cat now, and I’m his forever home.

He’s 4 years old. You might wonder why I didn’t adopt his brother, too, but they’re not actually brothers and, according to the Humane Society, weren’t bonded together. Norman, the brother, is an orange tabby like Pierre, and quite cute as well, but when I said hi to him, he looked at me, and then laid back down. While Pierre, he has great eye contact, important in any relationship, and is a total lover. He has a soft, quiet purr. He’s been meowing a little, but that’s to be expected with all his changes over the last week, and he’s already starting to be quieter as the night goes on.

He’s also already showed me his hilarious happy dance. When he’s happy, he wiggles his butt while he walks. So funny.

The ride home wasn’t so much fun; he got nervous and peed in his carrier. Luckily, the peeps at the Society put his blanket in the carrier, so that took the full impact.

But as soon as he got home, he took a little tour all by himself, and now is quite satisfied. I thought he might hide for a little while as got settled, but, nope, this home is his home.

Ok, back to his size. Get this: Pierre weighs 16 pounds. 16 pounds!!!!! He is a little overweight, but most of it is just that he’s a big cat.

Sorry, I’m in love. But, I promise that it won’t all be about Pierre from now on. But, be prepared for sometimes. And cute pictures.


For your viewing pleasure: pomegranate!

20 Feb

I thought that for the first unveiling of my new place, why not start with my favorite corner?

What I fell in love with immediately after touring my apartment, before it was my apartment, was its personality. A lot of apartments are reminiscent of hospitals and nursing homes: everything’s white and off-white. Gross. This one, while the walls were all painted either white (bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom) or beige (living room), it still had the little sumthin’ sumthin’ I was looking for. Case in point: these beautiful, gorgeous built-in shelves:

Remember my old sewing room? Well, I went crazy and bought this zero-VOC paint (which means it’s a lot better for the environment, you know, without any VOCs (ask me what VOC stands for (I have not the slightest idea what VOC stands for, but I know that it’s bad and I don’t want it (how many parentheses inside parentheses until you go crazy?)))). However, when I bought this awesome zero-VOC paint from the Natura line at Hirschfield’s, I didn’t check the price because I had a coupon, and when you have a coupon, whatever you want to buy is then cheap, right? WRONG! Wow, was I wrong. Most expensive paint there is, and I’m probably not even joking about that one.

Ok, that was a long explanation, but what I was getting at, was that I still had half a gallon of my beautiful, expensive Pomegranate Natura paint, and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. As soon as I saw the built-ins, I knew that the pomegranate would look exquisite on it, and I was right.

In that first picture, that’s the door to my apartment, and my coat closest is behind the shelving. I keep my cook books, games, movies, and a smattering of books on the shelves. If you look closely, my VHS tapes look amazing on my shelf, too. Yes, I still have a VHS player. And, yes, I refuse to buy a high-def television. I have the oldest TV of anyone I know, and I’m keeping it until it dies. I think that will be many, many moons from now…

Jean-Louis also lives on the shelves. Jean-Louis is a copper lobster that I kept while my aunt and I were cleaning out my grandparents’ house before my grandma moved into the rest home. My grandfather (the handsome man in uniform in the picture on the top shelf) had an affinity for copper figurines, and Jean-Louis was the strangest, and, therefore, my favorite.

Here’s another shot of what’s on the shelves. As you can see, it’s a tribute to my family (yes, mother, if you get me a picture of you when you were a child I will put it on there, but YOU HAVE TO GET ME A PICTURE!):

I’m switching things up a little

13 Feb

Well, to be clear, I switched things up a lot a couple months ago. As you dear readers can ascertain, my blog has a new name and a new theme. I am never going to air my dirty laundry online, but I’m sure you’re all smart enough to figure out what happened, in case you happen to be a random stalker, or perhaps a friend I haven’t talked to in awhile.

I’m all moved in a settled in an apartment not far from Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis (oh, yes, the old ’76 Schwinn is going to get regular exercise again once the snow melts and she gets new tires!). It’s a one-bedroom on the corner of the building with gorgeous hardwood floors (my best guess is cedar, but what do I know?). A couple dear, dear friends helped me paint before I moved in. Yes, all those colors at the top of the screen are names of paint I have on my walls.

I’ve still got room for a little sewing nook, and I’ve been keeping busy with projects. And while I already feel settled in, my list of apartment projects keeps growing.

Speaking of growing, sadly, no more garden for me. However, I’m definitely going to be testing the proverbial waters of apartment gardening and see what happens. I also am going to make a request to the apartment manager and see how they feel about me using my green thumb in the building’s entrance. My mom thinks it’s a good idea. I do, too.

So, stay tuned as I’ve already completed a bunch of things and will be unveiling them soon!

Until then, here is a picture of my recent trip to Cali to see my sister and niece. Eva and I made cookies, and I do believe she is a cookie decorator after my own heart…