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And now, the unveiling of “Warm Blanket”!

14 Nov

Finally, it took me long enough.

In my defense, I blame the weather. It’s really, truly not summer anymore. That gorgeous 60 degree weather lasted much, much longer than it normally does in Minnesota, and it made me forget that it had turned to fall. And this week, it caught up to me. I realized that I can’t do anything in my garden anymore, I can’t take evening walks because I don’t want to be ran over in the dark, and I had to take out my sweaters. Le sigh… And so I got that “what do I do with my life now?” feeling.

And, there were so many little steps to finishing the room. Like touching up the edges, getting everything back in the room, making it all pretty, and, lastly, sewing the new runners for the dressers. Today, I finally did it!

Ok, just so you remember, here’s the room at its worst:

Colors of the rainbow, all on our walls.


Doesn't that just make you feel warm and cozy?

And the view from the other side

So, to walk you through it: we painted the walls and the ceiling, but the window and door frames looked great and we didn’t need to do anything with them. The quilt on the bed, I’m reasonably proud to say, is the very first quilt I made, at quilt camp, age 12. The pattern is called “Around the World,” and I’m still quite happy with the fabrics I picked way back in the day.

The framed print is called “The Kiss,” by Gustav Klimt, my favorite artist. There’s another print in the living room. The wicker laundry basket is from Home Goods, which is like Marshall’s (I think they’re owned by the same company), a store that sells basically anything you’d need in your house (obviously, with a name like Home Goods).

And here’s what I spent my afternoon doing, measuring and creating my own patterns, cutting out the fabric, and sewing.


Every bedroom needs a plant. And books.

So, that’s my handiwork! ┬áMy aunt Joy’s (frequent commenter!) friend had a trunk-load of upholstery fabric that my mom and I divvied up a couple months ago, and I finally used some of it! The colors matched those in the quilt and in the Klimt painting, so it seemed meant to be.

The room technically isn’t finished. The plan is to paint the dresser set, probably a dark chocolate brown, and get a large rug. I also loathe the blinds. So ugly. New blinds coming after winter!

Coming soon: I’m going to start showing the clothes that I sew for myself!


Update: Final (for now?) death toll

2 Nov

7. 7 dead mice, almost all of which were killed with the exact same trap. It’s like they were drawn to that specific one each time.


A Comprehensive Glossary Of Gifs

We haven’t caught or even seen a sign of a mouse since Friday!!!!!!! That’s 4 entire days with no dead mice!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I have also found a new toy with gifs that I will probably be using on occasion from here on…

And now, hopefully that means I can write about something other than dead animals. Later this week, I should give the final update on our bedroom walls, which has been a long time coming!

Death toll.

28 Oct

We’ve now caught and killed five mice. FIVE mice. FIVE!!!!!!!!!

It’s lost it’s novelty. Yesterday, I flung the dead mouse into the forest behind our house. We’re running out of plastic bags to put them in.

We also caught one in the live trap. Except…we didn’t. There was definitely mouse poop in the trap, but no mouse. And we’re no longer using the live trap.

How many more mice could be living in our house?!? I don’t think I actually want to know the answer to that.

And no, Mom, we’re not taking any more pictures of the dead mice.

Another one bites the dust, ah ha!

25 Oct

You were just waiting for me to use that title, weren’t you?

Yup, another suicide. Same place.

And the trap that was eaten with no trace of mouse, yup, licked clean again. We may have one smart mouse on our hands, but luckily we have other dumb ones.

Oh, it’s ON!

24 Oct

Since the suicide last week, the mice have been quiet. While we’ve assumed it wouldn’t be the last of them, we weren’t prepared for this:


Ladies and Gentlemen, that bare trap is a symbol: the mice have declared war. Oh, yes, there was peanut butter on that there trap, but when I went to go check the traps this weekend, the mice showed me that they’re craftier than we originally assumed. They now have shown that they can eat the peanut butter without setting off the trap, and that, that is a bad sign.

Now we’ve pulled out all the stops and set 2 extras traps. We’ll show you how sneaky WE can be.

Which means there will be more dead mice. But, I don’t think there will be any more pictures, rest assured. Once you’ve seen one dead mouse, you’ve seen them all.

However, while setting these traps, I did something…well…not so smart. Peanut butter is delicious, right? Licking the peanut butter knife after spreading it on a trap that a mouse has recently licked all the peanut butter off is DISGUSTING! Chris was watching me while I did it, and the moment that knife touched my tongue, we both realized what I did…

It’s like I just made out with a mouse.

“Goodbye Cruel World”; or, We politely reject your invitation to live in our home

13 Oct

Yup, you probably guessed it. Our first mouse committed suicide. Yes, we set the trap, but it chose to step into it.

Side note: This was a conversation we had before the post.

Me: “Is it unethical if I post pictures of a dead mouse on the internet?”

Chris: “Probably.”

Me: “I’m going to do it anyway.”


No one needs to see this too large.


So, we check our 3 mouse traps each day. Today, we started with the trap up in the crawl space, where we saw the two little guys this weekend. Nothing. Then, we moved down to the basement where we set the other two. The first one, next to the unused freezer, was untouched. We turned towards the one next to the washing machine. “It moved!” Chris noticed. And he was right. The trap…had moved. We inched closer, and that’s when we saw the tail in the corner. The trap had obviously flipped over with the power of the snap.

Chris wants me to post this picture. I don’t want to, but we’re all a little masochistic, right? I’m going to post it small, but if you click on it, you can see it full-sized.


This is what a dead mouse looks like up-close.


We had to stare at it for awhile. And then we asked ourselves, “Now what do we do?!” I want to point out that Chris and I did fight over who was going to take it outside, but the fight was because we both offered to do it, not because neither of us wanted to do it. Well, “want” isn’t exactly the right word. But, we were both willing to do it for the better good. And so the house didn’t start smelling.

I ended up “winning” because I told Chris I had gotten rid of a dead mouse before. My mother is more scared of mice than anyone in the world, probably (and I’m sure she will post something about that later), and one day when my dad was gone somewhere, probably when I was about 12 years old, we caught a mouse in the trap underneath the kitchen sink. Now, even though I was only 12, I knew how much my mother needed me, and I took it out of the house for her.

Ok, so, even though I was going to do it, it didn’t mean I was gung-ho and excited about it. It took awhile.

Yes, I am wearing bright red pants.

We had to discuss what we were going to do with the dead mouse. Chris’ idea: bury it. I said no. So, we double-bagged it and put it in the dumpster. Is it illegal to put dead animals in dumpsters? Hmm, my guess is yes, probably. But what else were we going to do?

I would also like to point out that the mouse could’ve chosen to eat the peanut butter in the live trap, but it chose the death trap. For those of you who sympathize with the mouse.

Meet our new houseguest!

10 Oct

Who hopefully won’t be staying too long:

He actually has a friend, too, but the friend at least was smart enough to hide under the attic crawl-space door, while this one just sat there. Chris is afraid its pregnant, but I think it’s probably just sick and dying. Which makes it so much better. Or, wait…I’m not sure which is better, actually.

What should we name it?