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Have you noticed that, these days, people no longer change? Instead we evolve. Everything we do involves evolution. Our eating habits evolve, our taste in music evolves, our paper products evolve. We’re evolving so rapidly that soon we’ll devolve into single-cell organisms with no sense of fashion or etiquette, and then we’ll be back on the evolution fast track again.

This is my nod to what has become one of the most overused words in the English language, “evolve.” Presumably this is happening because it’s a sciencey sounding word and everyone thinks that’s cool. Personally, I’d like to stop evolving and just go back to changing and adapting. All this evolving is giving me a headache.

Evolve: an overused word by Simply Cute by Karin

I recently added this cute to do list to my Etsy shop. Unlike the other note pad in my shop, I included lines on this one. I’m wondering whether that’s a good thing or not. So my question is this:

Do you like your note pads/to do lists lined or unlined?

To do list by Simply Cute by Karin

To do list by Simply Cute by Karin

To do list by Simply Cute by Karin

It wouldn’t be St. Patrick’s Day without the saint himself wearing cat eye glasses, sporting a shamrock on a hybrid mitre/leprechaun hat, and pontificating about Guinness beer. So here it is, my first ever Saint Patrick’s Day magnet. I’ll probably add a card with this image too.

Saint Patrick with Guinness Beer quote by Simply Cute by Karin

Cats are so emotionally and psychologically conflicted that when you hug them, they’re torn between whether to purr or bite you. If you hold them long enough, eventually the latter will happen. (BTW, Wookie is my lovin’ noogie nickname for my own mentally unbalanced kitty.)

Cats-bite or purr, I'm so torn by Simply Cute by Karin

This year, I really wanted to help the Girl Scouts raise money, but I can’t be in the same room with Thin Mints or Tagalongs without devouring them immediately. The compromise was to buy a couple of boxes from a co-worker and dispatch them to the break room, pronto, before they damaged my thighs.

I still managed to stuff FIVE cookies in my mouth before foisting them on the office. To my relief, most of them were gone by the time I got to work the next morning. Now the Girl Scouts are a little richer and my butt is no bigger than it was on Monday. It’s a happy ending for all (so to speak).

Please eat these Girl Scout cookies by Simply Cute by Karin

My super power is that I am an expert toast butterer because I make delicious toast. So says my husband, who tends to be very methodical about things. When he makes toast, he applies the butter evenly and consistently across the bread in paper-thin strokes. This exacting approach is great if you’re flossing your teeth or filing, but it sucks the art out of toast making.

I, in contrast, am a Matisse-inspired, Fauvist-style toast butterer, using wild impasto strokes to produce a buttery masterpiece. I have illustrated my approach below.

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