Exactly what I was thinking - it would definitely be cheaper than $800 to have made. I couldn't personally cut up a blanket but I'm pretty sure you can buy mill ends from the factory store (whoops, my Oregon roots are showing). That collection was right up my alley but everything was 400-1200 and I love you Pendleton…

Jaime always gets the curve of really big thighs exactly right. Love it.

Fucking Hapsburgs, always stealing the good shit.

That case broke my fucking heart.

There are just as many really culturally valuable Am. Indian artifacts in collections of Germany/France/Britain as there are in the Americas; more in many cases. Most scholars from the NW US go to europe to study really important artifacts, because euro thieves/anthros got them first.

Hmm. Wonder if there's a connection?:

The only one I know smells like fruit loops (Dr. Bronner's lavender)...but after 20 years my husband's a pro at having a grizzly adams beard that smells like delicious fruity cereal. Sorry, those stinky beards you've smelled were are mere amateurs at beard-having.

I remember reading about Jarboe from Swans talking about having an explosive period during a set in an interview (think it's in Angry Women in Rock?). RAD

The French migraine sachets with the powdered aspirine are miraculous.

This made me think of the time I was dancing with a guy I liked at a show and he stopped suddenly and slapped me across the face. I don't think I've ever been so surprised, nor have I ever run faster away from someone without even saying goodbye. Zero-tolerance policy for even mild psychosis.

Waffle trumps pancake, but corn pancake trumps most waffles (it's like a corn chip and a pancake had a baby!) except real Belgian waffles with sugar clumps WIN EVERYTHING>

Yep - keeps the kids out of the occupy movement (I hope it backfires on them). But it's all very similar to why it's an 'American' value to own a home - that was post-depression propaganda to keep people in debt so they won't have money to afford to go on strike. Ugh, so gross.

I disliked her greatly until reading she was agoraphobic & couldn't leave her house for a number of years, then I gave her a pass. Guess my first inclination was correct.

Sofia also comes in tiny cans, which I have seen classy ladies scoff at in airport lounges. BUT IT TASTES GREAT, BITCH. Tiny straw check and mate.

I knew someone who called it his 'zitter' and freaked out when he didn't know where it was.

Yeah, the first feminist thing my mom taught me about sex was that rape isn't sex. It seriously bums me out their parents never taught them the same thing.

I have a husband named Bunny too! And he's also Buddy, or the Doodle, or Noodle. Or any of those with "tiny" in front of it.

I'm still in the 'anger' stage of grief about Phil Hartman. Sleep well, sweet funnyman.

I think she's been cooking a long time - I worked for a gourmet foods company that sent her assistant some baking ingredients for a favor when she requested them, and that's not something we did very often at all - people rarely asked except for media.

I say it Ruuuu Ruuuuuu Rem-on like a dog attempting to talk. At least I did once when I was so jet-lagged I could barely speak and we drove past one.