And on Sunday, she sewed. I started sewing about 8:30 in the morning. I finished about 11:30 that night. I was sooooooo happy.
Wanna see what I made? Well, some of it you're going to have to wait on, because it is a present or a swap, but here's what I can show you:
A baby bag for Aidin. Great minds think alike. I was frustrated because Aidin was using her ballet bag for baby clothes (and god only knows what she's done with the ballet shoes), so first I whipped up this very simple bag with some of the yummiest flannel fabric supplied by the lovely Angela. It is lined with pink satin, leftover from a princess Halloween costume - and reversible.
Secondly, a birthday present for Eliot to give next Sunday - a tote bag and pencil roll. For Samantha. Thus the S. Can you believe I actually did something a week early and not five minutes before????? I can't either. I opted NOT to make the notebook cover this time. I don't even know this kid, so she gets a coloring book from the dollar store instead. And will she care? Probably not.
Fourth, (can you believe I'm up to fourth?) I started another bag like this one, which I made over the summer. The pattern is from the lovely tutorial by Tiny Happy. I carried this purse all summer and loved it! But this time around I wanted it to have a bit more body. So I interfaced the lining. And not well. Which is why I have no picture of my new bag, because it isn't finished and I poked myself with the pins more times than I would care to remember. I also (being the true idiot that I am) went to cut the pocket and snipped it right off the shoulder strap. So a bit of patching was in order. That rotary cutter is just too easy to zip something off. Ah well. All can be fixed with a bit of stitching and some decorative braid to cover it. You know, I'm all about making your screw ups a feature.
And then there was my brooch swap that I finished and a gift for my mother-in-law's birthday which I started. So there you have it. A recap of sewing Sunday. And the best part - all of the fabric used was from my stash. Say Hallelujah!
I was born in Kansas, I was bred in Kansas, And when I get married, I'll be wed in Kansas There's a true-blue gal who promised she would wait, She's a sunflower from the Sunflower State.
*Chorus: She's a sunflower, she's my sunflower, And I'll know we'll never part, She's a sunflower, she's my one flower, She's the flower of my heart. Troubles end in Kansas, folks unbend in Kansas, Everyone you'll meet will be your friend in Kansas, And they'll all be there to help me celebrate With my sunflower from the Sunflower State.
Oh the moon is brighter and sky is bluer, And the gals are sweeter and their hearts are truer, And I'm here to take the one who's really great, She's that sunflower from the Sunflower State.
Throughout all my travels and all my years abroad, no matter how discouraged I was or how embarrassed I was to be an American sometimes, I was always proud to be a Kansan. Kansas is a great place to be from, and a great place to return home to. Like Dorothy said, "There's no place like home."
And to hear this song and learn it's history, click here and scroll down to A Kansas Day Musical Tribute.
** For the record, the Sunflower picture is not mine, but I pilfered it off the internet so long ago, I don't even remember where it came from.
I'm here, but just barely. Work is a bear. Terrible how my job tends to cut into so much of my blogging time. Tee Hee.
Here is a tea towel that I've been working on in front of the TV/while kids are playing. It's a Sublime Stitching pattern on a Martha Stewart tea towel. This is the second one I've finished. The first one was given as a hostess gift to my friend Suzanne, but I forgot to take a picture of it. Drat.
And I'd been needing to make a trip to Hobby Lobby - plus I had a gift card burning a hole in my pocket since CHRISTMAS (thanks, Todd and Deb) so this morning I just went and came to work late. Here's a little fabric I picked up. I'm so inspired by all the valentine goodness out there, but I've got otherholidays to celebrate first.
And thanks for all the birthday party suggestions. You guys rock!
(In honor of Laura's birthday, today's post begins with song lyrics.)
What is today? January 23rd, you say? Well despite the fact that May 15th is still many months away, my girl is already wishing and hoping and thinking and planning - her birthday party.
Friday, the Oriental Trading catalog came, complete with birthday party packages. She has been scouring the pages ever since. At the breakfast table, in the car, in bed at night. (Yes, I feed my children pop tarts. Go ahead, lower your opinion of me. I'm a bad mommy.)
We had talked about having a princess party in passing, after I saw this post which led to this free pattern and thought the mice would be fun party favors for Cinderella. Well now the girl has princess party on the brain. I mean, look at the loot they've got for sale! But she wants to be dressed as Ariel at her party, because she has the costume (from Halloween when she was 2!) and Ariel is her favorite. Or maybe Belle, because she's got brown hair and that way Aidin won't have to wear a wig. She's already made and amended the guest list six times, too. Because I will only let her have six guests. The agony!
Last year's birthday party will be hard to top. We had a Spy Kids party. Aidin has watched all three spy kids movies over and over and over, but I don't think her friends really had. They really didn't have a clue. Oh, well.
We made CD invitations (Tim had a co-worker record the text and then sped the voice up and down to disguise it.) that would "pretend self-destruct in 5..4..3..2..1 ka-plow"! The rest of the CD was filled with a mixture of spy tunes and Aidin's favorite music.
We set up a spy training academy in a local park and made name badges with their finger prints, gave them a dossier (goodie bag) with all their supplies - binoculars, compass, sunglasses, magnifying glass, etc. and then played "spy games" - races to get into "disguise" (our old clothes/costumes), target practice with water guns (erase the chalk "target" on the sidewalk) and a clothes pin drop, and of course an obstacle course on the playground equipment. She loved it. We loved it. The other kids loved it. And it impressed the pants off the other parents, which was, of course, NOT the reason to have a kick-ass kids party, but a fine fringe benefit.
So now it is on to princesses. Only another 114 days to go! Wish us luck.
Hope you're having your own kick-ass birthday, Laura.
Bowling fun. Just the four of us. Tim and I bowl so rarely that we both pretty much suck. I only managed to beat Aidin by one point - and I used the bumpers to great advantage. Can you say bank shot? I owe it all to my years of pool playing in Wyoming when that was just about the only thing to do. Just about.
All of the pictures are clickable, by the way.
Waiting for Aidin's ballet class to end, I wandered around downtown, got a coffee and took pictures until I needed to thaw back out.
Returns from Faun's embroidered patch swap and the sweetest goose print. Thank you, Faun! The cupcake was made by Raesha and the green and linen design by Kristen, but I don't know who did the adorable strawberry. No name. I'll have to do a bit of Google investigation. The items I sent are here.
Sunday in the snow:
This was the first good Snowman building snow we've had since Eliot was about a year old. He LOVED making snow men. We have a total of three in our yard. We also took a walk to the creek at the end of our street, crunching through the snow, finding deer tracks, and reminding Eliot over and over again, DON'T EAT THE SNOW!
No sewing. A little embroidery.
And someone is having a birthday tomorrow, so be sure and wish her well.
a swap. Kristin listed a few in her post today so of course I had to sign up for Claire's brooch swap and Dorie's red-work swap. Ah well, a brooch and a bit of embroidery shouldn't tax me too much. So I'm not over-extending myself. Right? Right?
Tonight - family dinner and bowling - perhaps accompanied by Michelle and family. I hope!
Saturday - grown-up dinner party at my friend Suzanne's house. I know the food will be fabulous, as well as the politics and conversation.
Sunday - a bit of sewing time, and if all goes according to forecast, some snowman building. Have a lovely weekend!
Since I have nothing creative to post about, I thought I'd share my New Year's Eve with you.
Yes, yes, I know it was more than two weeks ago, but I'm in a rut and have nothing else to blog about. And I wanted to share it at the time, but....
So, New Year's Eve. My dear friend Jamie* and I have been attending Murder Mystery parties together since our senior year of high school. That was in 1985. We like to play dress up and act dramatic and accuse each other of all kinds of things. Over the years our husbands and other friends have gotten into the act as well, but it is so difficult to find a time to get together with our busy family lives. So for the past two years, we've chosen New Year's Eve.
This year's mystery was set in 1893 on an archaeological dig in the Tigris-Euphrates river valley. The cast included real "dig" types and colorful hangers-on. I was a world traveler and Tim was a military man. And for the first time ever, in more than 20 years of playing, I actually guessed the murderer correctly. Yahoo! And in more than 20 years of playing, I have never been the murder. What are the odds?
If you have never attended a murder mystery party then I would encourage you to consider it for your next grown-up get together. There are a ton of different games out there to choose from. I've bought them at upscale departments stores, toy stores, and even Kohl's in the past. And if you Google Murder Mystery Party you get a ton of results. The most recent games we've played have been from the How To Host a Murder series, but it looks like the one we played is no longer available.** The invitations come with character descriptions and costume suggestions, so you and your guests can get as creative and you'd like with costuming. (I wore a dirndl once and a saloon-hall get up another time.) For Tim's military jacket, I bought a suit jacket at Goodwill and embellished it with black fabric scraps and Girl Scout/Guide swap pins. My costume was cobbled together from bits of belly dance costumes and a piece of a sari. Jamie (in the purple next to me) wore a white blouse over a bridesmaid dress. And the pink skirt is thrifted curtains.
So there you go. Instant party in a box. Have yourself one heck of a time.
I was really thankful yesterday that Laura didn't tag me, but then Kirsten did today. So here goes.
Six Weird Things About Me:
I cannot operate my sewing machine with shoes on. Must.sew.barefoot.
I ALWAYS have a pair of sunglasses on top of my head if they are not covering my eyes. Even in my driver's license picture. This makes my husband crazy. But they make the best headband. And I have to color coordinate my sunglasses with my shoes and belt. Today I'm wearing black shoes, so I have on black sunglasses. Brown shoes? Tortoise shell sunnies.
I haven't had my hair cut/trimmed since last March. Can you say "split ends"? And why? Because I don't ever want to miss work to get a hair cut, nor do I want to miss out on family time during an evening or weekend. And I only remember that I need a haircut on the day that my hairdresser is off. Plus, I'm cheap and don't want to pay $50 for someone to snip off those split ends that are just going to return eventually. So it just grows.
I'm afraid of heights. And that makes me afraid of the stairs that lead to the roof in my office. They are very steep cement stairs and I'm always sure I am going to fall down them. And usually, when I'm on the stairs, I'm carrying a file box. (I was going to take a photo of the stairs for you, but I met my boss in the hallway with my camera in hand and felt kind of weird about that, so nevermind.)
We have a secret door in our bedroom that leads to a narrow little attic space. That's where I iron. In the attic. And I iron everything. (Well, not underwear, but pretty much everything else.)
I have an unnatural obsession with black liquid eyeliner. I can't leave the house without black liquid eyeliner. Actually, I can't go to the mailbox without moisturizer, base, blush, black liquid eyeliner, mascara, Burt's Bees lip balm (at least) and maybe some eye shadow (to tone down the black liquid eyeliner). But tweeze my eyebrows? Hardly ever.
Okay, I don't feel like those were very weird, but hey, ho. And I hate tagging people, but I'll do it anyway - Michelle, Rachael, and Estea. That's enough, right?
And thank you for all the kind comments about Eliot and the scissor incident. I'm just thankful that Aidin never tried it when she was little. She did, however, cut up the front of her (brand new) dress at school one day. And then had to wear the dress for the rest of the day and have everyone say, "Oh, Aidin! What happened? How sad!" (Gotta love Love and Logic) That pretty much cured her. I kept the dress so that when her kids do the same thing, I can give it to her. :)