I'm Feeling Lazy....

So I'm not sewing tonight. Even though I probably should be. I've gotten down to the pile of "needs a zipper" and "needs a hem".... I don't feel like pinning hems right now. It's boring work.

Instead I'm cruising around on the Internet looking at various places to live in Little Hipster Town. Now, it's been, oh, I don't know, just over seven years since I left LHT. It's cute, it's quaint, it's got loads of boys and girls waiting tables and waiting for their next big break as Rock Royalty to show up. And some of the people in my life that I love very dearly I met in LHT. A few of them still live near it. Most have moved on to other parts of the world.

So... anyway.. looking at places to live around there and trying to figure out how my old shit hole apartments are renting for now... And I found this.

I was in 103C. When I lived there a well known band lived below me and next to me and some creepy pervert lived in one unit downstairs. We never really saw him more then twice, but he had a camera trained on the front entrance, which we knew because we could see the glow the red lens in the window at night. I had some good times in that apartment, and a lot of house mates. In nine months I had no fewer then four different people living there. Many of them at the same time. Logic being, the couch sleeps two (it was huge) and there are two bedrooms.
Eventually the already crumbling building's plumbing info structure went the way of the dodo and we had to move on. I moved to a double wide in Small Hick Town for a little while and the rest of the folks scattered.

I always wondered what happened to the place, because the landlord told me it would be condemned when we moved out. And here it is, for $199,000.00. OUCH! 820 square feet for that? Eef..

I found these. When I lived in them, they had wood paneled walls and shag carpeting. Oh, and glitter tile on the ceilings. Ick. Oh and Roach population that was so bad they toted off your food if you weren't watching. Charming, I know.


I should really hem something or do something productive. This is after all, one of two nights I have free.

Back from Deco Dirt City

Registration on Car Renewed: CHECK
New Driver's License Obtained: CHECK
Meet with Best Realtor Ever to talk about Chicano Greaser and his girl buying La Casita; CHECK
Restrain self from look at La Margarita because I really wanted to? Sadly, CHECK.

Spend way way too much to get exhaust in car fixed so it passes emissions: Regrettably, CHECK.

Absorb lots of cool desert air which makes me loathe the three digit heat and accompanying three digit power bill: CHECK.

Register for class at Deco Dirt College: CHECK

All in all, it was a good trip. We didn't get to spend enough time with friends, but that couldn't be helped. We did get to see most everyone for a couple of minutes. Except Bettie's Cousin and her boyfriend. I'm sorry doll, I'll track you down.


I've come to the conclusion that there is too much nothing between BHC and DDC. 13hrs worth of nothing to be exact.

And I'm ready to live in a place with seasons again. We don't have those in BHC, just varying shades of hot. Ick...

Oh, and I want this, because I saw it on my friend and she looked so good with it she made me covet one of my own:



It's like the perfect mix of Retro/Rockabilly and Modern and it's Black, so of course it's perfect. Duh.

And this:

Because it matches perfectly, doesn't it? Of course I would have to live someplace COLD to make it worth owning this.


And this one. It goes with the black purse at least.

Will I be purchasing any of these? No.. I won't.. The repairs to the car have cashed out the "sweater, purse, shoe" fund. C'est la vie. I'll sit and drool.

Shoe Drool

Because I haven't in a while....

I think someone needs these.. I think I even know who.

Mmmm..Shoes.....

Available at Newport-News for less then $40.00. What a deal.

Right Church, Wrong Pew.....

Or is it?

In anticipation of our up coming visit to Deco Dirt City, I was looking around the MLS to see what the market is doing in my neighborhood. Not that I want to sell La Casita. I have friends looking right now, and I was more or less looking for things in my neighborhood that they might like.

Then I started looking for things that Best Boy and I would like. We know we can't afford to buy in Big Hipster City. The property taxes alone would require additional house hold members to make them and any property that's not in a flood zone is far beyond our reach in terms of price. Big Hipster City is home to 800 square foot shaks that go for $275K because you can see the right building from them. It's sad, really, it is. And aggravating to say the least.

And today, I found this:

Excuse the photo quality.
This is a 5 bedrooms, a two car work shop, a court yard and a guest house with courtyard, with a half acre behind it. It's located in a small town about 20 miles from Deco Dirt City, in the Rio Grande River Valley. And it's about a mile from the local light rail system that will run to Deco Dirt City and on to Artist's Heaven in 2009.

Here is the court yard

And here is more courtyard.




There are 15 pictures on the listing. I won't post them all. But it is everything that we wanted in a house. The size is more then we could have ever dreamed of. It is adobe, old thick walls, with stone and brick flooring in it. Vigas in the living rooms and kitchens and at least one fire place. Plus the all important Hacienda style court yard. The two car garage/work shop with 220 outlet already in place. (For the welder)

It is old, probably from the 1940s at least. Judging from the interior pictures it's probably only had a couple of owners, and has an elderly owner now. Or did.

It looks so nice and inviting. Best Boy asked me to stop showing him pictures because it was too perfect.

Except that it was in Deco Dirt City... Or close to it.


Why is this a bad thing you ask? DimeADance, you own La Castia. What would be wrong with own La Margarita? Nothing. Nothing at all. At least not right now. Not from this angle. Heck I'd call Chicano Greaser tomorrow and tell him to lay hard wood in La Casita and repaint the walls to a neutral color if I thought we could get all of it into La Margarita that quickly.

But that's me. And Deco Dirt City is farther from Former Home then Big Hipster City, and it is worlds apart. To me, this does not matter. I have little love for BHC, and less love for FH. To Best Boy it does matter and it matters greatly.

Who knows though, we are going to DDC in the next week, we have already planned to talk to Best Realtor Ever to see what the new laws that passing right now will do to borrowers and lenders. We have not ruled out the possibility of a drive by.

That balcony? It's bedroom number three, I could have sewing studio with a private entrance. Ooh... The thoughts... I could sit in studio and work and look out at the river at night...

And what does La Margarita cost? Because I know you want to know... $150,000.00. that's it.
Property taxes are less then $2K annually.

Divided by two, that's $75K each. If we got Chicano Greaser and Girl in on it. That's less then $35K each. With five bedrooms in the main house and a two bedroom guest house.. Why the heck not..

Sigh... I can dream...can't I?

I've been busy..

My sewing machine wants me to go on vacation already, and bring it back and tune-up.
I want to go on vacation already and sit on the front porch of my house in Deco Dirt City and drink a Margarita and smell the Lavender in my front yard and talk to Chicano Greaser's Girlfriend and watch the world go by.
Soon... Very soon...

In the mean time, I found the most fabulous thing on Craigslist and it was still available and the girls was amazing and now it's mine. And the duct tape version is in the trash..

Now to build a backdrop fitting of my new acquisition.

Behold... What my little fingers has wrought...



Leopard silky goodness in wiggle dress form. Mmm.. Wiggle dress...
Not for me.. For sale..

One medium to large sized tropical halter dress. From a 1940s pattern in a linen print. I can't help it... Every time I see this material, I think about Maria Von Trapp and the kids outfits that she made from the curtains in her room. Maybe I'll call it "the Von Trapp Family Special"... Or Something.. Ooh, I could do a whole Sound of Music collection. I'll make the first dress the Baroness... And I'll need some really dowdy thing for Maria's dress.. Remember how even the poor didn't want that one? Okay, I digress.


I made this for me. However it wouldn't fit a small 9th grader. I had to close the dress form all the way down and get a running start to get this one closed. It's a petal busted dress... see...
Petals Down:


I know... Needs boobs...


Petals up... Again.. Needs boobs...

On a non-sewing related note. It's been one year since I made that fateful drama filled drive to come see Best Boy.... Here he is with Big Furry Dog...

Aren't they cute?

And here's his toy... I wish he hadn't bobbed the back fender. Now I can't ride with him any more.

More when I get back from Deco Dirt City....