3 posts tagged “black”

here's a closeup of the grommets. i loved the way the darts with the grommets forces a gentle curve on the outer walls of the bag.  the clips are from a hideous bag that is in a better place without it's lovely hardware that i got at the thrift store last week.
here are some more pictures ::she says obnoxiously:: :

this is the back of it.  i wish it looked more silvery in the pictures!!  *shakes fist at screen*

it's awesome. 

i am sad, however, because i bunked out.  there you go:  i'm a bunker outer.  sometimes.  when my intuition perceives some insurmountable red flags.  and i perceived them about this trip.  the biggest issue is that the plane leaves at 6:30 a.m. from a city that is four and a half hours away from me tomorrow morning.  this means i would have to stay up all night (i can't just nap in strange places--i have a hard enough time sometimes falling asleep/staying asleep in my own bed).  then, upon arriving at the destination at 8:30 a.m. (only 2 hours in the sky!) i would have to walk around until 3 p.m. and hotel check in.  red flag number one.  i get really grouchy when i'm sleep deprived.  throw hungry/low blood sugar in the mix and i turn into a Raging Swamp Bear.  i am not proud of this but i am aware enough of it so as to warn companions of the danger on the horizon. 
i had a friend with whom i would go on trips/adventures all the time.  she NEVER ate.  she ate once a day, usually late at night.  she thought anybody who ate three times a day was a *chump*.  after the first couple trips together even she would say, "we need to stop for a bite to eat".  in her eyes i could see the fear of the Raging Swamp Bear.  meh. 

second red flag:  when i agreed to go i was not aware of the b.f.'s work schedule.  his schedule is just *stupid*.  i NEVER know when he's working.  i assumed he was off today and would be able to take me to meet my companions (1.5 hours away) this evening (6-8 p.m. maybe).  he's been scheduled off on sundays for six/eight months now. 

um.  i, however, forgot that the new policy is that no one gets off on all sundays.  everybody has to work 2 sundays a month.  which means he works today.  and it's really busy so he cannot get off work early.  at all.  that would mean i would have to go after he got off work at 11:00 p.m.  1.5 hour drive there means 12:30 a.m. arrival for me and 2 a.m. arrival for him at home at best.  is it a sign of age that i just don't like the idea of that.  at all.  there was once a time i never would have blinked but now i just *cringe* at the thought of him driving home, alone, after 9 hours of work, at 2 a.m.  gah! 
there was, however, no other way.  so i had to bunk out.  so there you go:  i am a shitty person. 

i am, simultaneous with feeling shitty, feeling relieved.  i have my vacation time back.  i can now take off friday for my birthday (cinco de mayo/derby day baby!) and go trail riding.  i have a pathetically small pool of vacation time until august and i had been trying to strategically plan it out over the summer.  b.f. is on vacation the last half of may and if i went on this trip i wouldn't be able to take a single day with him.

oh well.  at least i have a fabu bag to comfort me.

mr. moto is my youngest kitty.  he also has a HUGE personality.  he is a very unique cat.  he crosses the dog/cat social barriers handily.  he is easily tolerated by all the dogs, whereas my b.f.'s cat noushka is definitely not.  she causes much consternation among the dogs.  he, however, is chill in the dog camp or the cat camp.  his lovah is willy, who is on the chair in the living room picture.  they are besotted by one another and spend large chunks of the day licking and cuddling together. 

i am often amazed at his freakish personality:
i found him on the side of the road when he was 6-8 weeks old maybe?  i was on my way home from hiking with tree and trilly in the car.  i spotted two little boys walking away from the bridge over a large creek on my way home.  probably 20 feet behind them was a little black *something*.  puppy or kitten i didn't know.  i drove a little further and turned around. i didn't want to have to deal with the boys at all so i drove back slowly, waiting for them to walk further down the road.  there was a parking lot across the road from the side of the road the boys were on.  i pulled in there but i didn't see the little black thing anywhere.  the road was always really really busy so i was worried that it had been hit by a car.  i walked across the parking lot and spotted the tiny black thing huddled 2 inches from the white stripe on the side of the road.  i froze because i was afraid i would startle him into traffic.  i said "kitty kitty!"

mr. moto saw me and *immediately* ran towards me meowing over and over.  he was soooo tiny.  i picked him up and inspected him.  he was soaked.  the boys may have thrown him over the bridge into the creek.  who knows.  he was starved to the point that i could literally feel every single bone in his body.  even the bones in his tail.  he weighed ounces.  he had copious amounts of snot running from his nose.  his ears were full of black dirt.  he had a gigantic abscess on his front right foot and on his rear right foot.  he was in piss poor shape, to say the least. 

i took him home and put him in a carrier.  he meowed non-stop.  i gave him water and dashed to the store to buy him some pureed lamb baby food.  he didn't touch it.  he instead drank huge amounts of water.  because the vet was closed i had to wait until first thing the next morning to take him in.  i thought i would wake up to a dead kitten in the carrier in the morning.  the vet drained the abscesses and gave him antibiotics and i picked him up in the evening.  he had a huge bandage on his little leg but he obviously felt a lot better.  he bounced back and decided trilly was his mommy.  maybe that's why he's so chill with the dogs.