The number one reason I don't have more pictures of Bear at this stage is that she's a wild, flailing dingbat of a camera-grabber. With the most fantastically smudgy fingers ever.
Feb:21
Feb:20
After a day filled with pancake-making, birthday-party-attending, Bear-sleeping (or not)-in-a-newly-converted-toddler-bed, and curry-simmering, it was nice to sit down and stitch a few plastic rings onto the curtain that is getting tantalizingly close to done. This step is particularly low-tech, with its needle-and-thread simplicity, and tape-measure distance-halving.
Feb:19
I don't buy too many craft books these days. Between our awesome local library system (hello, iPhone app), and the interwebs, there just isn't much in the craft books that I deem purchaseable. And maybe I've become a bit of a skinflint (well, not really). But even when my coworker, a pretty amazing person, released a pretty amazing book, I didn't even buy that. But I had some time to kill yesterday, and found myself at the bookstore in front of this book written by the drafter of super adorable patterns for wee ones. One of which was the hood that I adapted for Bear's Little Red Riding Hood costume last Halloween. And what's included in the book? A full-on sugar-and-spice sweet pattern for a red riding hood cape, tucked in among the most classic-cute designs I've ever seen. So, yeah, I bought it.
Feb:18
Made some solid progress on that neverending curtain project. I've got a feeling that the little hexagons are going to be eye-crossingly busy. But it's way late too turn back now. I'm moving on with it, gonna get it hung sometime soonish, and make another one for the window in the room. It will happen.
Feb:17
The continuum of sick days starts at one end with "Well, you're too sick for school. How about we go to the aquarium," and continues to the other end with an ambulance ride to the ER. Somewhere between those two extremes is "lays on the couch all day watching movies," and "feels too sick to play with the iPad." The space between those two points is where The Boy spent his day.
Fun things not found here
February 17, 2011
So remember the other day when I went off on doll art? A friend gently reminded me via Facebook this morning of one of her own old creepy doll projects, that happened to get picked up by Apartment Therapy today. So I hereby issue a hedgy retraction. Doll art is, indeed, pretentious, unless executed by any friend of mine. And doubly un-pretentious if accompanied by a technical rendering of the process. Which is what she did. A technical rendering of a pretty ridiculous thing. Bravo.
Another person doing things I approve of is my husband's brother's wife, also known as the SIL (a kindred spirit who also married into this ridiculous name), who has set out to document un-art-directed rooms that are not found in glossy magazines, starting with those found in her friends' homes. And that's where you can find my own crafty/worky space this morning. And, also, because she requested only two photos, and I sent a million, and she kindly posted four, I thought I'd post the rest on Flickr.
Click away.
Feb:16
The things on my wrists today. The watch is what I refer to as my maternity watch, the one I turned to when my wrist became to bloated to fit into the metal wristband of my then-favored watch. To replace the original band, a worn-through woven tape thing, I strung a wrist-sized circumference of elastic through a scrap of fabric. It's now my go-to watch when the rest of my day's attire is on the bleak side. The bracelets are simple metal rounds, strung up with sashiko emroidery thread in a macrame-like maneuver. I'd seen something similar online, and it reminded me of when I was little, wrapping lengths of string around pencils and other things I had at my disposal. Such was the excitement of my childhood.
