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Look at my killer zucchini and perfect tomatoes! I made these! 

Hey remember how yesterday I was all, "I'm sewing zippers into silk pillows, and harvesting tomatoes, and zucchini, from my garden, and then tomorrow, I think I'll bake a cake (chocolate zucchini cake!), do some laundry, and roast a pork shoulder for pulled pork sandwiches..."? Yeah, well I did all that. I need a good marinara recipe so I can get those tomatoes all cooked up before they sit in the fridge too long, and become my undying shame. 

I ran into one itty bitty problem along the way. I'm hoping it's not fatal. I got Pickel of "Swimming in Brine's" zipper tutorial a little too late. I had already sewn 2.5 sides, leaving the zipper side for last. Which is basically the opposite of what you are supposed to do. Since I was going over old seams on delicate fabric, I didn't want to risk tearing the silk if I pulled them out again, so I forged ahead. I sewed the zipper in, and everything was going just fine until I remembered that you are supposed to unzip the zipper so you don't end up with an inside-out pillow tomb. So I unzipped it. Only I got a little overzealous forgetting that the zipper is SUPPOSED to have a stop and not unzip all the way to the end, and I pulled the tab clear off. I tried to get it back on for about, oh I don't know 45 minutes, and then I contemplated seppuku. WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO HARD. jk... no I'm not...

I was able to jam the end of the zipper in the one side, but not the other. HELP! 

Someone please tell me this is not an irrevocable problem. There must be a zipper trick. Or a zipper man who can fix this sort of thing. PLEASE?! The rest of the pillow turned out so nicely, and it's SO soft, and if the zipper (my first) is the death of it, I might cry. Ok, I won't cry, but I will be really really really mad. 

The fabric is from an old Anokhi pour Simrane sarong that got a tear in it. It's all bleached and old and SO soft. Perfect pillow fabric. I used it on the side with batting, so it'll be a little lofty too. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

double negative fantasy what?

so pretty, so soft, so totally impractical 

Last night, I was sitting on the couch pulling stitches out of one of the habotai silk throw pillows we have on our bed. Habotai silk is a nice idea on paper. It's soft, and not shiny, and it's cool to the touch. It's also thinner than a kleenex and if you plan to touch it, or you know put your face on it, it's going to tear in a million little places. So I'm pulling them apart to save the parts of the full silk backs, the zipper, and the quilting part, which I'm going to re-sew with some old sarong fabric. I know. I amaze even myself.

But back to last night. I'm pulling out the seams with my sewing scissors because I can't find my seam ripper, because I hid it the last time I was sewing something on the dining room table so Jack wouldn't cut himself, and now it's gone baby gone.

Nipper gets a phone call from our agent which is unusual at 9:20 at night, and he says, "I'll have to call her back in a sec, I'm doing a mock fantasy draft." Uhm... excuse me? What did he say? A "mock" "fantasy" draft. So it's like, he's not pretending to pick pretend players for his FAKE football team, he's PRETENDING to pretend to pick players for his fake football team. Ok. Just wanted to be clear about that.

Another thing that happened last night was that around 1:30 in the morning, Jack came into our room, stood on Nipper's side of the bed and said very loudly "I (something unintelligible) ALL BY MYSELF!" Then he crawled into the middle of the bed, slurped some water so loudly from a sippy cup that I thought  Micheal Winslow was in the room, then rolled over to my side and fell asleep with too many sets of elbows and knees pressing into all my parts. I tried to fall back to sleep, but the thought of what could he possibly have done all by himself in there, and the fact that he started patting me on the back in his sleep, made it the whole situation less than ideal for sleeping. I tried to go into his bed to read my book and then sleep, but that thing is as hard as a board, and prolly why he ends up in our bed every night.

Today I'm going to buy him (me) a feather bed, and make Nipper some fake chili and mock buffalo wings, in case he wants to do more pretend fake football fantasizing tonight.