Category Archives: trash

Tyra Meets Divine and Edith Massey

What happens when two of my favorite guilty pleasures (John Waters movies and America’s Next Top Model) are thrown together?

This amazing thing of “beauty”.

Knitting With Cigarette Butts and Dog Hair aka Gee, Your Sweater Smells Funny

I am a non-smoker and it chaps my butt when I see cigarette butts lying about.

They’re gross and not going to decompose anytime soon.

They multiply faster than bunnies, it seems. There’s definitely a never-ending supply of them.

I finally ran across one way to recycle them – clean the filters and use the fibers in them to create yarn and knit.

Treehugger has the story about Chilean designer Alexandra Guerrero and her latest creations.

I figured since Aunt B. is planning on taking up spinning yarn and is a non-smoker this might not appeal to her.

However, I know she and Ms. Wigglebottom might be more interested in this option – Knitting With Dog Hair.

I’ve got some mutts who will be willing to contribute to a lovely scarf or cableknit sweater.

“Jamie Lynn Spears” Does the Reproduction Rap

The birds and the bees and the stork.

They’re all here, brought together in a way you’ve probably never seen nor heard before.

Technically, this is safe for work, but not really.

H/T to Neatorama


A couple of things caught my eye yesterday.

On the drive to work, a red plastic plate folded in half to form the equivalent shape of a hard-shell taco wafted back and forth across the lanes as passing traffic created air currents. The bright crimson created a stark contrast to the gray asphalt. The half moon shape, reminiscent of a disembodied lipstick smile, floated on the slipstream until I passed it and sent it on a new path.

Then later in the day, I had to walk down the block to the bank. Having crossed a busy street without getting run down by a giant Ram pickup decorated with Earnhardt memorial stickers and a UT plate or a dented Escort sporting a half dozen magnetic ribbons driven by a grayhair on the way to the grocery, I made my way to the opposite curb. I had to do a double-take whenI spied something that was completely out of its normal milieu. A two-inch, white cardboard tube which was once filled with cotton lay perpendicular to the curb in the scattered gravel and road detritus. How did something that had once slipped into the most intimate area of a woman end up on a main thoroughfare? Was the hygienic exchange done in the front passenger seat of a passing Altima with the window rolled down so the trash could be tossed to the curb? Many questions come to mind.

Fallen Frankenstein Snap Day 7 Jan. 7, 2007

I had several options for my addition to my Project 365 group. There were raindrops and puddles and pictures of my niece, but then as we waded in a neighbor’s flowing ditch, I came across my contribution, a fallen Frankenstein fingerpuppet abandoned on the side of the street. Just two months after wiggling on a delighted child’s digits, Frankie was now relegated to roadside trash status. After documenting its residency in the roadside gravel and grass, niece and I decided to see if Frankie would float. Alas, the green guy didn’t (but, then, neither do witches, eh), but the flow of the water did send him into a hole underneath the culvert out of reach. It was reminiscent of the raft going over the waterfall in the opening credits of “Land of the Lost.”

Here are some of the other snaps from the day that I thought worthy of sharing.These are my and my niece’s red rain boots. I got a pair in the fall and she was so enamored with them that we bought her a pair for Christmas. I believe this is their first trip out into the wet.

This is a giant oak reflected in a puddle in the yard. The puddle was created when rainwater collected in a hole that resulted when another giant oak in our yard had to be cut down. The giant stump made a thump and a trench when it fell.

Here’s a raindrop clinging to the branch and a seed pod on a bush in the yard. The blue in the background and in the raindrop is a refleciton of a lawn chair.