The Amazing World of Hannah

interesting factoids that you really wanted to know

 What’s your favorite kind of clothes?

Flippy skirts, colorful leggings; stuff I can play in.

 If you could be a piece of art, which would you choose?

One of DaVinci’s angels.

What movies/actors do you like best?

I don’t watch a lot of movies, but I really like Animal Farm, Jakob the Liar, and the Elephant Man, + DeMilles. Actors: Charlie Chaplin, James Stewart, John Hurt.

 Are you Barbie doll, or Betty Spaghetti?

Polly Pocket.

 What is you dream career?

Ready for this? Fashion designer. Or a journalist.

 What’s your favorite animal?

Something that does a good job of not annoying me.

 Do you have a favorite song?

Depends on my mood. Probably something either convicting, or really boppy.

 What do you think about polls?

Most people have better things to do.

 The election?

I’m OK, as long as they don’t elect me.

 Environmentalism?

God made it. Let’s take care of it.

 Favorite beverage?

Coffee. Water. Coffee. Tea. Coffee…

 What about matrimony?

God’s got to do the shopping; I’m just going to check the guy out.

 How many children do you want?

Anything’s fine.

 How do you see yourself 50 years from now?

Like this:

If Hannah bobbed her hair it would:

a. be shameful, b. be really, really cute, c. be dorky, or d. alter Hannah’s core character.

Cast your ballots!

Ich liebe mein kaffee! I love my coffee, but after my dental ordeal, I wasn’t able to drink it for a few days. Talk about going loopy. This morning, I was finally able to drink some, after it had cooled off awhile. I am so happy, I could write an ode. Maybe the loopiness isn’t related to caffeine deficiency, just gray matter deficiency.

For the past two years, I have been infatuated, enamored, and otherwise emotionally attached to a sewing machine. I always talk about her, (forgive the personal pronouns, I speak of my piano in the same fashion) but I have never shown pictures of this beautiful fixture in my life. I purchased her at Levengood’s for the pittance of $55, but I wouldn’t trade her for any computerized, button-laden, fancy new model. On the outside, she looks like a carousel pony, but the inside is a workhorse. Every piece (except screws, foot, bobbin case, & plate) is cast iron. That of course inhibits taking her to many places, but- what a joy to oil! I always marvel about how simply  they used to make these….and I am now addicted to Singer love. Now I need to get a treadle. (this one is electric) You know, the kind that comes in a cabinet with little drawers…. but for now I am happy with this one.

Here is a funny comic that Christian found when we went to Great Falls.

I love wordbrain stuff.

There is something about my BFF, Megan Comstock, that I simply must write about. Ok, a little background is appropriate here: We both enjoy finding goodies for each other on occasions like birthdays, Christmas, etc. I am not very good at this. I look and look and everything I find ends up seeming dumb; unless I hit on something spectacular, then I feel like a saint. On the other hand, Megan is the perfect person for something that is not only cute, but something that completely fits my sentiment flavor of the day. Allow me to illustrate:

Now is she good, or what? I would’ve probably bought a candle. Moral: Don’t shop with Hannah, shop with Megan.

Yesterday I think I discovered a new and intriguing passion. I bought myself a pair of {very} old roller skates, cleared out the garage, and {kind of} blared the speakers. I can probably count all my excursions to the rink on one hand- ok, maybe two. Anyway, I haven’t skated for years, and there are no rinks that I know of, ever since Shady Lane closed. Not to say that Shady Lane was all that fantastic. Needless to say, I am a rather sorry sight on my skates. But as long as there is nobody watching, I can enjoy myself quite a bit. Plus, the skates make me much taller (like, 5′3″) WOW!! That’s tall! 5′3″ is practically TOWERING!! Ok, I know it really isn’t, but when you’re 5′ 1/4″, it feels pretty big.

Since the trolls seem somewhat popular, I thought I would include an illustration of what it’s like when I work on stuff like that. Sculpting is not a bowl of cherries. I probably smush better than 80% of my work. Makes a funny cartoon, though. Have a nice day.