katharine hearts felt

a few years ago i was felt crazy. everyone i knew received felt pouches for presents. i stocked up on felt, full of fancy plans. then life happened and the felt was put away. but now that i have a few more months of freedom, it’s craft city around here.

in the same day that i carved my Dorothy Parker stamp, i also carved an owl and a pipe. i haven’t done anything with the pipe yet. but i’ve gone owl pouch crazy here.

i also created a drink recipe pouch for the curious imbiber who wants to share personal recipes or an excuse to chat up the attractive bartender.

both pouches will eventually be sold on my Blissfully Bitter website.

katharine hearts martinis

in my fantasy world, i live in a mid-20th century era bachelor pad with the sofa with a control panel for the rest of the apartment, a fantastic view of the city, and the wall that spins from library to bar. my shirtless houseboy would tend bar during my intimate soirees with my closest friends. i’d also have a limo with a hot tub in the back like in Phil Collins’ video Take Me Home (but more bubbly). and in all of these places, i’d never be without a martini glass in hand.

for now, i settle for my martini glass collection. the boyfriend was clever enough (as usual) to track down glass shelves for our small windows that now house my collection.

great. now i’m thirsty.

as a side note, this entry further cements my love of the internet (or maybe just youtube). i’ve told countless people about the limo with the tub and they looked at me like i was nuts. my sanity may indeed be questionable, but it did exist. so there.