Frustration just doesn't sum it up...

So, I first created this blog so I could share my crafty side with others who are obsessed/compulsive with fabric and such. But, since I haven't touced this thing since... November? I'll just go ahead and write whatever I want, much like my good angry friend Stephanie. You should really read her blog, it's a laugh.
Now, getting back to why I'm here (typing) in the first place. I had one of the worst weekends in quite a while. My lovely sister-in-law got married this last weekend in Portland, Oregon. See?

Isn't she beautiful? Now, Sallee and Nathan got married in the Temple, so Alex and I couldn't even go in to see the wedding, but I guess the guy leading the ceremony talked about earthquakes and people being crushed under an overpass. What?! you may ask, well, to be honest, I don't know. I only heard about it. I wasn't there. Anyway, we went to Portland for her wedding, and we had good times Thursday when Alex and I were on our own. We went to the Portland Art Museum and had a pretty good time... until I touched something. Of course, just when I touch it one of the curators walks past and says "EXCUSE ME!" I immediately felt like an ass... but, in my defense I touched a "fabric" sculpture, because in my brain when something is made of fabric you NEED to touch it to truly experience it. How was I to know that touching it would make a piece of it tumble an inch? It was not an attractive piece in the first place, and then to discover that it was put together shabbily made me lose respect for the artist. Really, if you're going to display something, don't you make sure that it's solid? When I make things, dolls, toys, whatever, I try to make it solid enough that anyone (including KIDS) can touch it, play with it, to get the full experience. Otherwise, why work with cloth? Anyway, we went driving afterward and got a little lost. Here's Alex looking excited about it: Then we drove to Salem. Um, I think Alex's sister Abbey summed it up best when she called it the "West Valley of Oregon." It was just kind of trashy, and the house we stayed at had a sunken living room. I hate those things, what's the point? I FEEL like going UP and DOWN three steps so I can be in the same room, but LOWER! Stupid design. And Alex's family was on pins and needles, grumpy and complaining about everything. These are optimistic fun people, but in Oregon it's like the lack of sun sucked all of their goodness out. They were kind of more rotten than normal. Well, they're never rotten, so being around their grumpy versions through me for a loop. Plus, I was supposed to be reading 3 chapters for classes, and creating two presentations, so my stress levels were through the roof. Like, right now I should be working on one of those presentations, but my working memory isn't really working anymore. So I'm doing this instead. One more picture, and then I'll try to start working.

We walked around the university in Portland. It was pretty. Okay, better pictures coming soon. I may even look angry in some of them... actually, I can guarantee it.