sigh. ramble, ramble. sigh.

as you all know, ann is in st. louis defending her honor, which leaves dabney in the house alone - without annie AND without feidler - for the first time in a very long time. when you spend a lot of time with another person, it is too easy to settle into a routine where you rely on said person to provide structure and entertainment for your life (and if you know ann, you know she is completely capable of entertaining you for long periods of time). it usually takes awhile to adjust to being alone.

so, until then, dabney must wonder, "what should i do with myself this week?"

she would say that she'll do an all veggie bonanza, in response to meat week, but that how she lives all the time anyway.

so far, she's pestered ashbloem and the american boy quite a bit. she shamelessly invited herself over for dinner two nights ago, then tagged along with the two of them to a free whiskey tasting last night, even though she really never ever drinks whiskey.

today, in an attempt to do something useful, she worked on something that she's been wanting to make for a very long time: a tooth fairy pillow.



the black gap in the teeth is the actual pocket, which fits a tooth and is just big enough for a quarter. (is that how much teeth are going for these days? a quarter?)

ignore the camel toe puckering in the crotchal region and the odd shiny quality to the fabric. before she made an actual silkscreen, dabney wanted to do a quick protoype to see what it might look like, so she used iron-on transfer paper.

thank god she has plans to go to vermont this weekend to visit lucy, the tall guy, and evan.