Cool Stuff: Amy Butler Bedding

While I haven’t sewn anything of consequence in quite a while, I’ve kept an eye on my favorite textile and pattern designer, Amy Butler, via her website. Last night I was thrilled to discover that she has created a line of 100% organic bedding that went on sale at Bed Bath & Beyond last month (and by that I mean they are selling it, not they’ve reduced the price… unfortuantely). I’m a little disapointed with the color-selection– either black and white or super bold colors (I’ve always admired Butler for her use of earth tones with wild and bold graphics), but I think I still like the line on the whole.

Check it out!

Purgatory continues…

Right. Well.

Things are happening, but on the whole, purgatory continues. I guess that sometimes we underestimate the importance of the home-base, because frankly, not having one is killing the Kerr-Owens family. My parents are still graciously sheltering us while we daily change our minds about the housing situation. We’ve put another offer on a house, but I’ve put my foot down to say that if it doesn’t work out (rather immediately) we’re just getting an apartment: no ands, ifs, or buts. My parents, who apparently were Spartans in their previous lives, get along without central air-conditioning or a dishwasher and this adds to the general ethos of misery. However, both of us are enjoying our work, which helps a little.

speaking of commencement…

Jim Winters kindly provided me with the link to my commencement address. It’s very short (they address with precorded specifically so that the Powers That Be could control the time length), but turned out well. If you’re interested you can click below, select “Arts and Letters,” then advance the recording to 51:51.

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Purgatory

I’m out of sorts.

Finals are finished, commencement came and went, we packed up our belongings and moved everything from Big Bear into my parents’ garage, I started work at the Dance Studio, I secured a second job at the Dance Bag, and I drank a lot of coffee. The house we had in escrow fell through, and was then offered to us again (only after we had cancelled the pending loan, etc). We’re sleeping in my old room in the garage and trying to stay out of the house as much as possible so it doesn’t feel like we live with my parents,  because it’s hard on our pride (plus, Lamar’s XBox and my desktop are in boxes). I feel cooped up, but pooped out. I’ve been running around and painting things with four year-olds this week, which is not as refreshing as I had hoped. I’m just feeling numb. It’s all too much to really process or take in, I guess.

I am so close.

Less than two more weeks of class and hardly anything to do for finals weeks means that I am in the home stretch. Even though the end of a school term is always frustrating and stressful, I’ve been particularly disheartened by the fact that my quarter ends so much later than other schools. I mean, we’re even running behind compared to other schools on the quarter system. My commencement speech is fully recorded now, I have two major papers to write and a few minor ones, and an entire apartment to pack up and move. I’m pretty miserable right now, but also feeling good about pressing toward the finish line.