Monday, November 16, 2009

I quilted!

(I think)

Disclaimer: I know nothing about actual quilting. I base my claim that this qualifies as a quilt because:

a) it has a "top" which is pieced,
b) it has quilt batting in the middle,
c) it has a back which is just one piece,
d) I quilted (?) the three layers together,
e) I bound the edge with handmade bias tape.

So.. is this a quilt?



Maybe So?

It was part of a gift commissioned by a lady from our church. I also sewed a coverall with matching hat and snow booties.

I hope she likes it!

Monday, November 2, 2009

It's all over but the candy

Cousin Ethan, Uncle Aaron, and Aunt Sarah came over to dig through the pumpkin guts.

Which is good because Mommy doesn't do pumpkin guts.

We baked Halloween Treats.

Rice Krispie Mummies

But we ran out of gauze. So some mummies were naked.

Derek was undead.

William was a mime.

Patrick was....


Samantha was adorable (not a big departure).

The End.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

We do the Monster Mash

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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Goodbye Summer




Til we meet again!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Fifth Grade Capitalism

Tomorrow, my son will open his own business. We ironed out all of the last minute details (i.e., business model and plan, overhead costs, product line, target customer base, etc.) while flopped on the bed this afternoon. It was an informal meeting squeezed in between afternoon chores and a 5:15 little league game. We finished initial inventory production right before bedtime.

Fabric bookmarks. He cut the letters and the yarn, I did the sewing. We make a great team.

Speaking of teams, each bookmark features the "letter" of a local university. The "U" (yay!) and the "Y" (boo hiss!). Normally (as "U" alum) we don't allow our children to utter the word "Y" let alone decorate with it, but this was in the name of capitalism and that, of course, justifies everything.

His shop opens in Mrs. J's class tomorrow. "Class Money" is the only form of currency accepted and he will be operating amongst a gaggle of young entrepreneurs all competing for a limited customer base of approximately 26 ten year olds. He'll have to purchase a business license from his teacher and he has to pay me (in Class Money) for the supplies.

Turns out my labor is unpaid. Hmmph.

Seems to be a theme in my life.

I wonder if my favorite fabric store will accept my Class Money?

Anywho, I can't wait to see what he buys with any profit he earns. Last year he brought home a paper cup full of neon green gloop which he was lucky enough to score right before it sold out.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


My children bring home, stuffed into their backpacks, (approximately) 5,567,234,435,256 completed worksheets, spelling tests, current event essays, crossword and coloring pages, graded book reports, notes from the teacher, art projects, school bulletins, PTA messages, fundraiser solicitations, lunch money reminders, and math pages per week.

Entire rain forests have been annihilated, turned to pulp, and reconfigured as lined paper for my children's combined first years in public school.

Much paper comes home.
It's overwhelming.

But, like all decent mothers, I rifle through it all and try to separate the wheat from the considerable chaff.

This week, Patrick brought home some serious wheat.

May I proudly present to you.. on canvas of first grade paper.. and done in the medium of Crayola


(insert shameless pride)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Mama Preschool

Our favorite preschool teacher retired after Patrick's 4 year old class.

We try not to read too much into that.

Since we couldn't have our beloved Mrs. Heinicke, we decided to "home" preschool Samantha.

So far we haven't been overly structured although a friend has lent me an entire preschool curriculum which we'll start in September.

A mere two weeks into her laissez faire mama tutelage, Samantha can almost write her name (which is quite a feat when your name is eight letters long), is an accomplished Crayola artist, and enjoys story time. We're also currently practicing a "Days of the Week" song. She's almost got that down save for the occasional miss on "Thursday".

I'm enjoying my own foray back to childhood as well. Last week we constructed paper bag puppets and decorated them with yarn and crayons.

I am not ashamed to say that I am particularly proud of my rendition of the "Samantha" puppet.

Hey, some people build billion dollar skyscrapers, some people design runway apparel..

I make a mean paper bag puppet.

As I was snapping pictures, I asked Samantha what she was doing here with her "Mommy" puppet:

She responded, "I'm gluing your mouth shut."

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Happy birthday to ME!

When you
pick out
[and order]
your own
birthday presents.....

You get exactly what you were hoping for!

~ Cool New Sewing Book ~

Chic & Simple Sewing by Christine Haynes

Cute, no?
Thanks husband!

~Swoonworthy Vintage Teapot~

Thanks Mom!
Thanks eBay!
[sorry unsuspecting opposing bidder who did not use technology and about fifty cents to buy an unfair bidding advantage]
Thanks heirloom tomato plants!


In addition to getting exactly what you were hoping for,

You get all your gifts





Monday, July 27, 2009

Da Brudders

Ok boys, The List declares that we must photographically document the beginning of the new school year.

Hm. It appears that mom forgot to go new school clothes shopping.

William, you closed your eyes.

Don't look at me like that.

The List made me do it.

Real smiles please.

We'll call this composition:

" ill fitting socks and skate board injuries "

And, um. Those are NOT real smiles.

Ok, that's slightly better.

Are you humoring me?
This is fun, right?

C'mon, look EXCITED and HAPPY! I want to see teeth.

Yes, I know that it's already 8:15.


Good enough.

Let the school year commence.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Yes, we are super talented

Don't tell my husband, but there might be something to this list thing.

5. The Buttercup Bag is finished (pictures forthcoming).

6. The banana bread is baked.

8. My business blog has been given a face lift.

9. The peas are pulled.

10. The dog got rawked. (run/walked)

Five down, five to go. And I've got nine whole days left!

Now, in case you don't have the cold hard cash to go to the circus this year, my husband and daughter present:

~* Totally * Free * Circus* ~

{bring your own popcorn}

~*TA DA!*~

Friday, July 24, 2009

Kayos is Kooler

My husband makes lists. When I complain about my severe lack of organization and the chaos that reigns supreme in my life, he suggests I make a list. But I'm not a list maker. Lists force me to actively recognize and acknowledge stuff I'm not doing that I really need to do. Lists ask me to stare procrastination straight in the eye.

But procrastination is bigger then me.

My friend Holly asked our group of virtual co-crafters if we'd like to participate in a challenge to complete 101 things in 1001 days. I can't even begin to imagine my life one thousand and one days from today. Is that... 2013? I'm having a hard time pulling next Sunday into clear focus.

But the idea is intriguing and would serve to remind me that I do occasionally finish tasks. So I am undertaking my own bite sized list challenge. 10 nonthreatening and unlikely-to-be-procrastinated list items to be completed in 10 days.

Look honey, I'm making a LIST!

10 things - 10 days

1. Dye a new batch of bamboo velour.
2. Paint Samantha's toenails.
3. Cut Patrick's hair.
4. Take First Day of School pictures.
5. Finish my Buttercup Bag
6. Make banana bread with my $0.75 banana score.
7. Pay someone a compliment.
8. Rehab my business blog.
9. Pull up the peas.
10. Walkrun the dog at least once.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Paradigm Shift