Mr. Ken goes to Washington

Well, we both actually went to Washington. But I think the title is a movie reference. A movie I have never seen, so maybe I should be careful. Maybe it’s a horrible movie. How would I know?

Regardless.

We went to Washington to visit our families because we hadn’t been to our hometown together in a fairly long while. Christmas 2011, maybe. Ken had never met my sister’s beautiful, neurotic dog.

I was a terrible photographer and got basically 0 pictures of our immediate families. We saw everyone except two of my sisters, who had the nerve to be hanging out together elsewhere. Here’s Ken hiking though. I take pictures of him out of habit.

We saw some of my friends from college, who all seem to be having babies for some reason.

We did some hiking.

This is rumored to be the tallest treeless mountain in the US. We didn’t climb to the top. But alas, we had a dinner date with my inlaws to get home for.

You can almost see the yearning to be at the top in his eyes.

Still had a nice view though!

We did have an adventure the day after this hike. But that will have to wait for it’s own post. Be prepared for epic.

I have mad tailoring skilz

Once again it’s been just under a month since I’ve posted anything. In that time we’ve been on two vacations and I did a triathlon, so I have many pictures to show and stories to tell. However, let me ease back into this with a simple story.

Once upon a time, Ken bought a fine wool suit on Ebay. No doubt Mr. Suit died and his relatives sold the suit to recoup their inheritance which had been squandered upon many fine wool suits. Ken purchased it based on the chest size. The problem with buying Mr. Suit’s suit based on chest size is that Mr. Suit had a considerably larger tummy, and a vastly, gigantically, hugely larger rear end than my dear husband has.

The jacket was a bit large.

But while the waist on the pants was only a little big, the seat was… tentlike. Me and the dogs could have fit in there with him. Maybe the cats too.

So, I revved up my sewing machine and went to work. I was terrified, this was definitely the most expensive project I’ve ever worked on. And it’s not like I’m a tailor.

Here we should pause and honor all those who patiently hammered sewing skills into my unwilling head and hands: Mrs. Hoffmann, Mrs. Scharold, Mrs. Naulty, and of course, Mom. There was much angst and more than a few tears through all those years of 4H, but apparently I learned a useful skill. Then there was the year Mom got me a sewing machine for my birthday. I was so un-impressed. It’s probably been the single most useful gift she ever gave me, so 14 year old me should have been more grateful.

I probably should have taken pictures in-progress, but I didn’t. I took in the jacket a little bit at the seams in the back, and re-sewed the entire center seam and inseams on the pants, as well as shortened them and made new cuffs.

What a handsome fellow! I don’t think I’ve ever been so proud of a sewing project in my life.