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I’ve been on a winning streak with the dumpster diving just lately. Found this embroidered jeans jacket in the West Bottoms on Monday.

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This is legitimately a thing I’d buy and wear on purpose, so finding it in the trash is just a bonus. Free obnoxious clothing is serendipitous and appreciated.

Then, yesterday, I found these:

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Again, things I would genuinely wear, even if I hadn’t found them in the neighbor’s trash. There were two other pair, chenille knee socks in pink and green, not photographed here because I am planning to use them for Fairly Stupid Sock Creature fodder. I bought myself that book last year and have every intention of making weird critters out of old socks and other knit goods.

I’m also experimenting with this blog. I’ve got it set up now to crosspost to Tumblr, where I’ve been blogging semi-regularly since March or April. Right now my Tumblr also reposts to this blog. That may become a pain in the arse; I am noticing fairly ugly formatting and some weird loops with other rebloggers’ commentary. We shall see if I leave my Tumblr to repost here (I may set it to crosspost original content only, not re-blogs). I need also to re-jigger my Twitter feed into the sidebar. Back when it worked properly, it was a feature I quite liked, as I use my Twitter usually to air oddball thoughts that aren’t really sufficient to develop into a blog post, but which amused me enough to bother logging on and typing out in 150 characters or fewer.

Also, here’s an artsy shot of the embroidery on the collar and back of my new jacket.
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I am entirely too easily amused.

jeremyclarksonsbitch:

justjezza:

a-happy-nerd:

Uhhh… nice to know that you are prepared to catch diseases in your car?  🇬🇧 I’m not grossed out at all by that. 🇬🇧

(Had to throw the Union flags on there because that is how I indicate that my comment is supposed to be read in a sarcastic tone when texting with a friend)

It is rather true. He said it in his Desert Island Discs. He said his car is always so filthy dirty inside, empty Coke cans and all sorts of rubbish. Love him dearly, but that’s a bit of a turn off.

As long as there is no half eaten food. ..

I still love him.

Many, many, many years ago, my Dad used to have this complete pigpen of an International Harvester Scout.  It was literally the most disgusting truck .. in the world.  One day we were going to the racetrack (Dad was big into banger racing back then and had built up a racecar out of an old, busted-up Karmann Ghia).  Any old how, we were on our way to the races, and suddenly, a mouse crawls up out of the hole for the gear lever and sits up on the center-console staring at us like we were inconveniencing him.  

That, my friends, is the measure of a truly filthy car.

In complete contravention to tradition and habits, he keeps his Jetta pristine.  It’s a ‘91 and pretty much mint.  First car he’d ever owned within the same decade it was built.  Apparently that still carries some weight,

(do you know, I still haven’t achieved that feat, myself – I’ll let you know how that feels, if I ever find out!)

jeremyclarksonsbitch:

justjezza:

a-happy-nerd:

Uhhh… nice to know that you are prepared to catch diseases in your car?  🇬🇧 I’m not grossed out at all by that. 🇬🇧

(Had to throw the Union flags on there because that is how I indicate that my comment is supposed to be read in a sarcastic tone when texting with a friend)

It is rather true. He said it in his Desert Island Discs. He said his car is always so filthy dirty inside, empty Coke cans and all sorts of rubbish. Love him dearly, but that’s a bit of a turn off.

As long as there is no half eaten food. ..

I still love him.

Many, many, many years ago, my Dad used to have this complete pigpen of an International Harvester Scout.  It was literally the most disgusting truck .. in the world.  One day we were going to the racetrack (Dad was big into banger racing back then and had built up a racecar out of an old, busted-up Karmann Ghia).  Any old how, we were on our way to the races, and suddenly, a mouse crawls up out of the hole for the gear lever and sits up on the center-console staring at us like we were inconveniencing him.  

That, my friends, is the measure of a truly filthy car.

In complete contravention to tradition and habits, he keeps his Jetta pristine.  It’s a ‘91 and pretty much mint.  First car he’d ever owned within the same decade it was built.  Apparently that still carries some weight,

(do you know, I still haven’t achieved that feat, myself – I’ll let you know how that feels, if I ever find out!)

jeremyclarksonsbitch:

justjezza:

a-happy-nerd:

Uhhh… nice to know that you are prepared to catch diseases in your car?  🇬🇧 I’m not grossed out at all by that. 🇬🇧

(Had to throw the Union flags on there because that is how I indicate that my comment is supposed to be read in a sarcastic tone when texting with a friend)

It is rather true. He said it in his Desert Island Discs. He said his car is always so filthy dirty inside, empty Coke cans and all sorts of rubbish. Love him dearly, but that’s a bit of a turn off.

As long as there is no half eaten food. ..

I still love him.

Many, many, many years ago, my Dad used to have this complete pigpen of an International Harvester Scout.  It was literally the most disgusting truck .. in the world.  One day we were going to the racetrack (Dad was big into banger racing back then and had built up a racecar out of an old, busted-up Karmann Ghia).  Any old how, we were on our way to the races, and suddenly, a mouse crawls up out of the hole for the gear lever and sits up on the center-console staring at us like we were inconveniencing him.  

That, my friends, is the measure of a truly filthy car.

In complete contravention to tradition and habits, he keeps his Jetta pristine.  It’s a ‘91 and pretty much mint.  First car he’d ever owned within the same decade it was built.  Apparently that still carries some weight,

(do you know, I still haven’t achieved that feat, myself – I’ll let you know how that feels, if I ever find out!)

jeremyclarksonsbitch:

justjezza:

a-happy-nerd:

Uhhh… nice to know that you are prepared to catch diseases in your car?  🇬🇧 I’m not grossed out at all by that. 🇬🇧

(Had to throw the Union flags on there because that is how I indicate that my comment is supposed to be read in a sarcastic tone when texting with a friend)

It is rather true. He said it in his Desert Island Discs. He said his car is always so filthy dirty inside, empty Coke cans and all sorts of rubbish. Love him dearly, but that’s a bit of a turn off.

As long as there is no half eaten food. ..

I still love him.

Many, many, many years ago, my Dad used to have this complete pigpen of an International Harvester Scout.  It was literally the most disgusting truck .. in the world.  One day we were going to the racetrack (Dad was big into banger racing back then and had built up a racecar out of an old, busted-up Karmann Ghia).  Any old how, we were on our way to the races, and suddenly, a mouse crawls up out of the hole for the gear lever and sits up on the center-console staring at us like we were inconveniencing him.  

That, my friends, is the measure of a truly filthy car.

In complete contravention to tradition and habits, he keeps his Jetta pristine.  It’s a ‘91 and pretty much mint.  First car he’d ever owned within the same decade it was built.  Apparently that still carries some weight,

(do you know, I still haven’t achieved that feat, myself – I’ll let you know how that feels, if I ever find out!)

a-happy-nerd:

Richard’s yogurt commercial family

I’m not going to lie; I have every intention of initiating my small son into the joys of waxing the Audi in a few years time.

a-happy-nerd:

Richard’s yogurt commercial family

I’m not going to lie; I have every intention of initiating my small son into the joys of waxing the Audi in a few years time.

a-happy-nerd:

Richard’s yogurt commercial family

I’m not going to lie; I have every intention of initiating my small son into the joys of waxing the Audi in a few years time.

a-happy-nerd:

Richard’s yogurt commercial family

I’m not going to lie; I have every intention of initiating my small son into the joys of waxing the Audi in a few years time.

a-happy-nerd:

Richard’s yogurt commercial family

I’m not going to lie; I have every intention of initiating my small son into the joys of waxing the Audi in a few years time.

Sometimes, when I’m in tony Johnson County, Kansas, I play a little game with myself called, “Do I Have The Shittiest Car In The Parking Lot?”

In Mission Hills and Leawood, I win allllllllll the time. 

We have this annual event here in Kansas City called the Tweed Ride – there are Tweed Rides all over the world – the London Tweed Run is one of the largest.  In any event, I’m making my son an outfit for his first Tweed Ride based on this pattern.  His overall will be made of a tan pinstripe suiting with dark brown houndstooth piping, houndstooth patches at the knees, turn-ups, and back pockets.  There’s a matching newsboy cap in the houndstooth, as well.  The shirt to go under this is a cotton print in various shades of brown, tan, and red, in a busy, meandering vine print.  

My own dress is based on a 1967 Simplicity coat-dress pattern, though I am making mine with 3/4 sleeves, and knee length.  My fabric is a woolen flannel in some of the most obnoxious colors as could ever have been obtained.  Whoot!

We have this annual event here in Kansas City called the Tweed Ride – there are Tweed Rides all over the world – the London Tweed Run is one of the largest.  In any event, I’m making my son an outfit for his first Tweed Ride based on this pattern.  His overall will be made of a tan pinstripe suiting with dark brown houndstooth piping, houndstooth patches at the knees, turn-ups, and back pockets.  There’s a matching newsboy cap in the houndstooth, as well.  The shirt to go under this is a cotton print in various shades of brown, tan, and red, in a busy, meandering vine print.  

My own dress is based on a 1967 Simplicity coat-dress pattern, though I am making mine with 3/4 sleeves, and knee length.  My fabric is a woolen flannel in some of the most obnoxious colors as could ever have been obtained.  Whoot!

We have this annual event here in Kansas City called the Tweed Ride – there are Tweed Rides all over the world – the London Tweed Run is one of the largest.  In any event, I’m making my son an outfit for his first Tweed Ride based on this pattern.  His overall will be made of a tan pinstripe suiting with dark brown houndstooth piping, houndstooth patches at the knees, turn-ups, and back pockets.  There’s a matching newsboy cap in the houndstooth, as well.  The shirt to go under this is a cotton print in various shades of brown, tan, and red, in a busy, meandering vine print.  

My own dress is based on a 1967 Simplicity coat-dress pattern, though I am making mine with 3/4 sleeves, and knee length.  My fabric is a woolen flannel in some of the most obnoxious colors as could ever have been obtained.  Whoot!

staff:

Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.

Ready? 

Yes, you are, and we’re ready to help you.

(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)

I’ve been in touch with my representative regarding net neutrality and metered service and he has been quite responsive.  I’d assumed to be blown off entirely, so I’d e-mailed him with nothing but pessimism in my heart.

So, I encourage anyone to contact their legislators and speak up.  You never know who might be willing to be helpful and progressive.

I apologise for my lack of an attractive backdrop, but my sewing area is in the basement and there are few decent angles where I can get far back enough from the dummy to get a full-length shot of the dress.  Anyway, it’s done and the dress is pretty enough, even if my staging is crap.

I apologise for my lack of an attractive backdrop, but my sewing area is in the basement and there are few decent angles where I can get far back enough from the dummy to get a full-length shot of the dress.  Anyway, it’s done and the dress is pretty enough, even if my staging is crap.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

A VW Corrado – those are some rare birds these days.  Wonder if it was the VR6.  That was a baaadass car in its time.

Bonus shot of the Z3 M Coupe and the 2002, well dirty.  Looks like somebody was having a bit of fun.  

Well, here’s that Bimmer I was raving about last night.  This is essentially a direct line ancestor of the 3-series, the car that arguably defines BMW of today.  Compact, well-balanced, and sporty with an airy feeling to the passenger compartment thanks to a low beltline and generous window glass.

Well, here’s that Bimmer I was raving about last night.  This is essentially a direct line ancestor of the 3-series, the car that arguably defines BMW of today.  Compact, well-balanced, and sporty with an airy feeling to the passenger compartment thanks to a low beltline and generous window glass.

Well, here’s that Bimmer I was raving about last night.  This is essentially a direct line ancestor of the 3-series, the car that arguably defines BMW of today.  Compact, well-balanced, and sporty with an airy feeling to the passenger compartment thanks to a low beltline and generous window glass.

Well, here’s that Bimmer I was raving about last night.  This is essentially a direct line ancestor of the 3-series, the car that arguably defines BMW of today.  Compact, well-balanced, and sporty with an airy feeling to the passenger compartment thanks to a low beltline and generous window glass.

Well, here’s that Bimmer I was raving about last night.  This is essentially a direct line ancestor of the 3-series, the car that arguably defines BMW of today.  Compact, well-balanced, and sporty with an airy feeling to the passenger compartment thanks to a low beltline and generous window glass.

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