And That's How Liberace Rabbit Was Born

Today is the one year anniversary of Confessions of a Tumbleweed. Who cares, right? I haven't won the Nobel Prize for blogging, *yet*, but still, it's a milestone, and I'm having fun doing it, so there you go.

This is me making the 1,357,975th
sandwich of the year.

In that year we have travelled over 103,000 miles on America's roads, bought $48,000 worth of diesel fuel, showered in 269 different places, and peed in 40 states.

We have zip-lined above the trees in West Virginia, walked around New Orleans, been to towns that smelled of Beenie Weenies, had a conversation with a truly crazy person while folding underpants, paid $600 to park overnight in the wrong place, and hauled everything from Red Bull and Starbucks Coffee to torpedo wire and railroad spikes.

Here's an idea of the ways I avoided bookkeeping creative endeavors I did before I started blogging.

Meow Meow Rabbit

My mother likes to buy strange things at garage sales and send them to me. She once sent me a green and red octopus made of yarn, with bells tied around its neck. I use it as a Christmas tree topper. These were plain stuffed rabbits, for what purpose I have no idea, but I was learning how to sew and thought it would be fun to make outfits for them. Meow Meow is wearing a kimono of my own design and Liberace Rabbit has his own song, set to the theme of Little Shop of Horror. Don't judge me.

Liberace Rabbit

Did you know it took up to
18 months to design some of Liberace's costumes?

I made this costume in
about 3 hours.

I have a very short attention span, so I never made more than these two outfits, but I have been blogging for a year and I love it. 

When the Nobel people call to tell me I've won, I'll be ready. I may even make my own acceptance costume.