really old sewing machine that comes in a really old box. I love how “old skool looking” both things are.
I have been working diligently (with several week long breaks) on a sewing project that is three quarters complete.  The above sewing machine has helped me get through the project. Although it is old and kind of smells musty, I love this treasure. Cooper and I bought two sewing machines out of a guy’s garage for $20 (hoping that one of the two would work). It is such a simple and reliable little thing…I really can’t imagine trying to use a newer more complicated device…especially one that smells new. Who would want that?
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Speaking of smells…
I smelled like ketchup today. While walking around the neighborhood this morning, Cooper unintentionally managed to step perfectly on a packet of ketchup so all of the contents would land precisely on my pants and shoe. I looked bloody but tasted sweet and salty. It was by far the grandest moment of the day.
I miss the way my grandma used to pronounce “cat sup.” Oh, cat sup.
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It appears as though my fish shaved his mustache. Â He is no longer swimming around with the above stache. Amazing what fish can do without arms, hands, or fingers.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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