Homemaker Sally

So, I haven't blogged lately because of Thanksgiving, running around doing showers, errands, worrying about a sick cat (who threw up all over my nice carpet, but Daniel deals with the throw up) and work.
Somehow during all of this fan fair, I was able to make a dress. I was impress that I was able to finish it. I have never sown more than a shirt, and it couldn't have difficult things on it like buttons, zippers, and taping. I don't know half of the stuff their talking about! It all started when my best friend, Jody, was getting married and I needed a black dress. Now, I could just have any old dress, but the "Little Black Dress" that every girl should have, and I thought that my time had come to have that little black dress. I couldn't find anything I wanted which bummed me out. I then got the brilliant idea to make my own! So, I found the pattern, which the only one I liked was a Vogue pattern (which usually sells at $30 a pop, but was on sale for 3). Now, Vogue apparently I learned after I bought it, is a very specialized pattern that has to be tailored this and that way with instructions that only a seamstress would know what they are talking about and this was the "facille" or easy pattern. Anyways, I spent a day and half putting together a sample dress. I nearly had to start over because I cut off some indicator marks, but I used some forethought and fixed. Finally, I got the dress together, the sample makes me look like pink cotton candy, and it lays kind of stiff, but that was because I used cheap fabric. I have started on the real dress and it is turning out to be fabulous.

I want some Southern Fried Chicken

My parents came into town last weekend, so inevitablely we went and did something Georgian. We took them to a prisoner of war camp in Andersonville. Now I'm sure that some people are thinking, "Wow your parents are that exciting that you felt like you were in prison!" Actually, since it was Veterans day it was kind of fun to go to Andersonville. It was depressing to see how 45,000 people were crammed into a small 16 square acre area. 13,000 people died, mostly of gangrene or starvation. The prison was separated by a wooden marker which was called the 'dead zone', so that anyone who walked within it would be shot dead. It was later used in German concentration camps, so "thank you" civil war for advancing military artillery and death camps. The cemetery that is there was decorated with beautiful flags. I was really glad that we drove the two hours to get there, despite nearly starving on the way back because we wanted to eat at this Bangladeshi restaurant in Atlanta. It was well worth the starve. All in all my father was happy to see something authentically Southern and my mother was happy to see us and the "grandcat." Everyone had a great weekend and was worn out, and needed a vacation from the vacation.

I'm in the dead zone!

Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Lights, and...Fridges?

So, as many of you have noticed I haven't posted in a while. We have moved to Douglasville and haven't gotten internet yet. Some people have found out, others haven't anyway it was on the down low. Anyway this is the best apartment for us.
We already feel at home in Douglasville. We are close to everything instead of twenty minutes from the local shops. Instead, everything is off of highway 5 in less than two minutes away. Daniel is five minutes away from work, and I just love the extra square footage. This apartment probably makes me happy because it reminds of homes in St. George, or more like my apartment in St George. Everything in that city is painted tan with white crown molding and dark carpet. I don't why this is the chosen color of the city, but I do why the carpet is dark because you track in all of the red sand and other dirt that makes your feet completely black. I still can remember seeing Jenn's, my best friend at Dixie, feet be completely black and we would have bath parties because she couldn't stand to have her feet be that dirty. I haven't seem to have the same problem with this apartment, but I am on the look out for it.
I just realized that I am meant to be in the South. I went to school at Dixie in the South of Utah. Now here I am in the heart of Dixie, in the real South. I don't think that Southern Utah prepared me for the real South--hmm the ironies continue in my life.
Back to the apartment, Dos loves it because of the extra room too. He now always stretches when he lays out. There are bay like windows that he jumps up on to look out and watch people as they walk their dogs.
Now for the truly bad parts of the apartment, I occasionally hear an airplane while this makes my muscles twitch because I don't want to go work, it doesn't happen that often. We live by the train tracks actually rather far, but it is so noisy when it goes by honking for safety reasons that it is a pain at night. Occasionally we have the rapping car which brings back fond memories of Clayton County--the base can wake you from the deepest sleep. The worst for me is the lights because we have these beautiful windows facing the parking lot; lovely during the day, but awfully bright because of the lights on the garages at night. Our fridge for the first week was making strange noises which is fine except it is so loud when you go to sleep, and am thankful that it has stopped. So I am getting to be crafty and have decided to make curtains to block the light. I know that I can't do anything about the other stuff, but I know I can get rid of that light!