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January 2008

up and running


The unanticipated side-effect of the meds I'm on for this leftover nagging cough???  Super-mind-blowing bursts of energy. 

(Never mind that I'm having trouble sleeping.  While I was coughing, my husband couldn't sleep... and now I lay awake, listen to him breathe and watch the clock until I can get up and start working/cleaning/making without getting strange looks.)

The photos are of some burp cloths I made for the baby shower/kc crafting roundup last weekend.   The best part about them was the fabric.  DIAPER CLOTH.  You can buy it by the bolt.  At least I did last summer when I was going to do something big with it, bought 15 yards, used my 50% off coupon at Joann's, and got it for a ridiculous price.  That project didn't happen, but now there is all this diaper cloth and it's not really suitable for clothing, but lends itself to burp rags, tea towels and maybe(?) a small blanket of sorts.  Anyway, it's super soft and easy to work with.  I highly recommend it.  (Although the cutting lady didn't realize they carried diaper cloth.  I pretty sure she asked me, 'What is this? Where'd you find it??'  Back by the super-wide muslins you can buy by the bolt.)


I made these with two layers, sewn together, turned, and stitched over the edges.  It pressed pretty well under the iron, so it wasn't nearly as floppy to work with as you might expect.   I did run a few lines of stitching through the middle to keep the layers together.  Hope they wear well!

As for the energy?  I've got a kitchen binder organizing project, an afghan, a pillow made of one of Mr Pink's law school sweatshirts, and some early spring cleaning going on.  (How I love me some vinegar on the windows when that winter sun shines in! ) 

I might be a little sad when I'm out of the prednisone and have to go back to shirking my chores.

Sunday Morning


I had a lovely time last night, meeting fellow KC blogging girls at Alicia's beautiful home...  We sat and munched on a variety of dips, ridiculously yummy cakes and curry chocolate... yum.  Sipped wine and talked about important things like potty training and how hard/slippery minky fabric is to sew.  And celebrated the pending arrival of Stacy's newest doodle...

It's a wonderful thing, to connect.  To feel welcome.  I was new to the group and felt so lucky to have been included. 

Is it because we're older now, that we find it easier as women to accept each other and not judge?  That we've finally figured out that we have more in common than not? 

I had a 30 minute drive home and I thought of my sixth grader. She is so sweet and sensitive... Every week I hear tales of drama and exclusion, of insecurities and hopes.  I see her through my own eyes, beautiful and smart, creative and enthusiastic.  When she is crying -- really upset about what someone said or did or how things she said got twisted and it's just not fair -- there is nothing I can do to make her see the young lady that I do.  The person she is growing up to be.  I'm so proud of her, especially how gracefully she is taking on the challenge. 

I pray every day that she will cultivate true friendships that mean something... that she will continue to see the best in people like she does now... that she will love and be loved.    That she will tap into the light in her soul that still shines in its innocence right now.  And doesn't doubt who she is.

I remember sixth grade, and my sister and I both still think it was awful.  For us, sixth grade was part of middle school. (An evil, evil thing, in my opinion -- 11 year olds and 14 year olds are sooo far apart.  Mentally.  Physically.  Just.  Wow.)  I was doing well academically.  School was something I could do well.  Six months into the year, none of the friends I had considered my friends in the fifth grade were gone.  It was not cool to be smart.  They called me 'professor'.  They convinced the boy I was 'going with' (which consisted of barely making eye contact in the halls while passing notes) to dump me because I was a goody two-shoes.  Her tales are just as bad, only she 'developed' early and both the boys and the girls were merciless.

Sixth grade was hard.  I don't remember what I studied back then.  It was mostly a year of survival.


So a night like last night, where 10(?) ladies converged in the living room of a fellow blogger -- a friend they wouldn't have known at all under traditional circumstances -- and spent a wonderful evening, just connecting...  Well.  It was very cool.  And a long way from the sixth grade.   

It's a beautiful Sunday.  And I awoke hopeful. 

yet another apron

I think I am done making them for a while. Apparently, I am not the sweatshop type of person, because I am easily bored making the same kinds of projects over and over. It's a good thing I don't have plans to ever make a living off of my handicraft, because I'd be broke. This one went to the teacher, late. I hope she doesn't penalize me for tardiness.

It's cold and raining today and the fireplace in my office is glowing warm. Nice. Have I told you how much I love my new office downstairs? I really, really love it.

I took this picture below one morning in December, and I still can't believe how lucky I am to work there.  That's my built-in desk, over to the right, and you can kind of see the glow of the fireplace behind the arm of the chair.  It's wonderful to have a spot for all of our books -- and the STORAGE!  Egads.  You know you're a grown-up when you get all stupid happy about storage.


Confession time.  It's January 10, and that tree is still up. And my window treatments are in a box in the middle of the floor.  And have been for over a week. 

piling up

I have all these attainable lofty ideas for projects this year, like

Pc....the ripple afghan I have started (oh yes, my dear sweet and talented mother in law taught me the art of deciphering crochet! Turns out you need patience.  Hmph.)

...really truly finishing and decorating the play room.  Right now it looks like all of the scattered toys are being sucked to the floor by super gravity.  Those poor, bare walls. 

...sewing for my girls.  More of it, anyway.  I do pretty well in this category, generally.Sweaters

...making one Christmas gift per month, so that by December I will already have 11 done.  Sounds possible.  Right?

...painting the powder room everyone uses but I have sadly neglected.

...making cardigans for Fidget out of Daddy's discarded sweaters.

...and more.

You know how it goes.

Unfortunately, I get derailed by terribly un-sexy projects like this one:


Fashioning a big fireplace snake to nip the draft that has occurred now that our house is 'settling' and the fireplace insert no longer fits tightly.   (5" high density foam, wrapped with batting + Joann's courduroy.)  You can even see the blue foam insulation still poking out of the fireplace screen.  Nice.

I have a couple other little things I am working on.  Fun things.  Another apron, for my eldest's teacher (a Christmas prezzie that did not happen) and something kinda little and special for a certain get-together this weekend.   I'd better get busy.


Happy January

Let's just twist the cap off of 2008 and start fresh, shall we?  The last few weeks are a medicated fog anyway.

Here is a peek at a little apron I made for a friend in Vancouver... I added vintage eyelet trim from a curtain I found thrifting -- and I love how it finishes the bottom.

Natalie's Apron

Natalie's apron

PhI also made her a matching potholder/hotpad thingie, with a vintage button.  This was my first attempt at machine quilting like this and I can see how it can be addicting.  I did not use a walking foot, and I think that it why it puckered so... I had more fun trying to decide which way to center the fabric for the cut.  The potholder/apron/dishtowel (Sorry, Nat! I ran out of time for that one!)  trio may be a new favorite gift-to-give for me...

Also, a big M-I-Z-Z-O-U shout-out to my beloved Missouri Tigers.  We drove down to Dallas for the Cotton Bowl and had a wonderful time.

  Tony Temple carried off field

cotton bowl, 2007

Good Heavens my glasses are huge when my hair is all mushed down on top my my head with Mr Pink's woolly cap!  It was chilly and I caught a little something, but it was worth every minute.  Fun Stuff!  Oh, and the steak dinner at Del Frisco's for New Year's Eve the night before was fah-bu-lous... I might not eat for a couple weeks still.

Here's to health, happiness, good friends and new memories in 2008!