Octo Friends!

Meet my new octo friend! (and check out my greasy hair).


He doesn’t have a name yet. He’s gonna go live at e’s house, so I’ll let him pick a name. I’ve been looking for quick sewing projects to work on to break up my cover letter writing sessions, and this little cephalopod will be the first of many. I found the pattern on Craftster.org. I’m going to make the tentacles a little wider on the next one to make machine sewing and turning it right side out a little easier.

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Celphlapods rock my world

The Soho Bloomingdale’s cosmetics counter is hard to miss–it’s gleaming white and positioned right in front of the store. It especially pops on a street full of stores with stripper style mannequins, Forever-HM-qlos, and discount shoe stores. I was distracted by shininess while walking past it today, and noticed a gigantic, blue octopus statue, covering the majority of the ceiling. Its tentacles flowing down and grabbing onto a mannequin, and draping its, suction cup-covered arm over the window mannequin’s shoulder. I paused on the sidewalk to stare briefly. As I stared from the sidewalk, I decided that if I was going to start wearing make-up, I’d totally buy it from Bloomingdale’s just to stare up at the sea monster.