Having posted so many vintage patterns on my other blog, Vintage Transfer Finds, I find myself in the unique (and unenviable position) of having WAY TOO MANY possible projects. I could do DOW (days of the week, to the uninitiated) towels until I was 85 and still not use up my store of patterns. I could monogram the underpants of every family member. I could make personalized bibs for the spawn of every brother, sister-in-law, and online acquaintance. I could add "style and pizzazz" to my workshirts and slacks by smattering them with sparrows, floral baskets and tasteful nosegays. That said, I'm lucky if I churn out a project here and there and try to be on time for birthdays...
I am SO BAD with birthdays (almost as bad as I am with names). I could write a novel on how extraordinarily bad I am with birthdays, only it would be a pretty boring affair and only render me unlikeable. I like the concept of birthdays. I'm just a ruffian when it comes to their execution. So you see, above, a late present I am working on for someone very, very special to me. God forbid someone should ever die the day after their birthday and I be left, sobbing over their half-finished present. It at least might substitute well for a Kleenex... :)
le Carotte had a series of clandestine adventures which are summed up well with... monkeys are best not left alone with tequila. Ask any Mexican-American like me what Cinco de Mayo commemorates, and they'll respond with a rousing... look of confusion. It's about some battle or other, fought in Mexico (I'm not sure who won) and the general gist is that you commemorate it by drinking tequila and giving a few "gritos". In New York city, Cinco de Mayo (or "sinco dee may-o" as our cousins up north refer to it) is celebrated by throngs of non-Mexicans pledging solidarity by mobbing every Mexican restaurant or theme bar. We're not big into the bar scene so we celebrated Cinco de Mayo with a glass of wine and tasty pizza. And if I knew how to do a grito, I would have, I was so happy I wasn't being jostled by every other person in New York while consuming a burrito of questionable quality... :)
What about you? How do you celebrate your Cinco de Mayo? :)