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sewing projects
When I get a piece of fabric that I love, I have a hard time cutting in to it. It’s silly really, because why have it hiding away in my cupboard, when it could be made into something I might actually use and enjoy. I don’t know what it is. For one, I just don’t trust my sewing skills enough. And I can never decide what it is worthy of becoming–a simple pillow, a quilt, a bag…? So, the truth is, I’ve got a big stash of fabric that I love and have yet to work up the courage to actually cut into. Cutting, stitching–it’s all so permanent.
But, when Kristen sent me a new batch of fabric recently, she made me promise I’d cut into some of the fabric that she’d given me in the past. So this week I finally worked up the nerve and put some to use. Technically, I did cut the fabric but I think this is really baby steps in my "favorite fabric cutting therapy".
I got the four cork board tiles at Target. And my initial thought was that I would use these as little inspiration boards above my desk. But once they were all made, the idea of sticking little pins through the beautiful fabric was too painful to think about. So they became some fresh artwork for above the bed.
So I did it. Baby steps, but I did it.
And a big thank you to my husband who measured and hung the boards while I got to slip out of the house and run a few errands all. by. my. self. xo.
When I get a piece of fabric that I love, I have a hard time cutting in to it. It’s silly really, because why have it hiding away in my cupboard, when it could be made into something I might actually use and enjoy. I don’t know what it is. For one, I just don’t trust my sewing skills enough. And I can never decide what it is worthy of becoming–a simple pillow, a quilt, a bag…? So, the truth is, I’ve got a big stash of fabric that I love and have yet to work up the courage to actually cut into. Cutting, stitching–it’s all so permanent.
But, when Kristen sent me a new batch of fabric recently, she made me promise I’d cut into some of the fabric that she’d given me in the past. So this week I finally worked up the nerve and put some to use. Technically, I did cut the fabric but I think this is really baby steps in my "favorite fabric cutting therapy".
I got the four cork board tiles at Target. And my initial thought was that I would use these as little inspiration boards above my desk. But once they were all made, the idea of sticking little pins through the beautiful fabric was too painful to think about. So they became some fresh artwork for above the bed.
So I did it. Baby steps, but I did it.
And a big thank you to my husband who measured and hung the boards while I got to slip out of the house and run a few errands all. by. my. self. xo.
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Ahhh, relief.
(my first attempt at using google video on the blog. Dad, are you impressed?!)
Ahhh, relief.
(my first attempt at using google video on the blog. Dad, are you impressed?!)
art with children / MOTHERHOOD
It’s been so hot and humid here lately we’ve mostly had to hunker down(definition #1, NOT #3!) in the house. The heat hits you in the face when you walk out the door. Even hanging clothes on the line causes one to work up a good sweat. I hate being hot, heat sweating in odd places. And even though I love her to death, Elizabeth gives me lots of other places to sweat, too–a sweaty neck, sweaty crook of my arm, sweaty where her heads rests on my chest when she’s in the pouch. Sometimes, I have to peel her off of me in order to lay her down in her crib.
Now, that I’ve spent a whole paragraph talking about sweat….
In order to stay sane and cool, we’ve been getting in to lots of art projects.
Emma has been figuring out how to draw birds, horses and turtles lately. And I’ve been working on the beginning stages of swallow mobile for Elizabeth’s room.
And the staying sane bit of this post? Well, my sweet three year-old seems to be going through some difficult phases lately. I’m attributing them to "my newborn baby sister’s not so exciting anymore, I’m now the middle child" feelings. She’s become completely attached at the hip with me. I can’t get her to go anywhere, do anything, without me. Even my best safety net–going down to the pool with my Dad’s wife–doesn’t work anymore. It worked last summer. It’s all a bit exhausting.
And as of this week, she’s become afraid of EVERYTHING when she’s going to nap or bed. Everything. I really mean it. She hears every noise and sees every shadow–from me dropping something out in the living room, to a car driving by, to someone walking past her door, to the fan in her room making her sheets flutter. Usually, she can even identify the noise she hears, or why something looks scary to her–but admits she’s still afraid.
And thunderstorms?? Forget about it. Yesterday afternoon she was so scared by a thunderstorm her teeth were chattering. When I walked into Elizabeth’s room to pick her up out of her crib, Mary walked beside me with her hand stuffed in my pocket. Yup, this phase is exhausting, too.
But, I’m hanging on to that little word: "phase". Confident that it all will pass. Either that, or I’ll pass into insanity. One or the other……
It’s been so hot and humid here lately we’ve mostly had to hunker down(definition #1, NOT #3!) in the house. The heat hits you in the face when you walk out the door. Even hanging clothes on the line causes one to work up a good sweat. I hate being hot, heat sweating in odd places. And even though I love her to death, Elizabeth gives me lots of other places to sweat, too–a sweaty neck, sweaty crook of my arm, sweaty where her heads rests on my chest when she’s in the pouch. Sometimes, I have to peel her off of me in order to lay her down in her crib.
Now, that I’ve spent a whole paragraph talking about sweat….
In order to stay sane and cool, we’ve been getting in to lots of art projects.
Emma has been figuring out how to draw birds, horses and turtles lately. And I’ve been working on the beginning stages of swallow mobile for Elizabeth’s room.
And the staying sane bit of this post? Well, my sweet three year-old seems to be going through some difficult phases lately. I’m attributing them to "my newborn baby sister’s not so exciting anymore, I’m now the middle child" feelings. She’s become completely attached at the hip with me. I can’t get her to go anywhere, do anything, without me. Even my best safety net–going down to the pool with my Dad’s wife–doesn’t work anymore. It worked last summer. It’s all a bit exhausting.
And as of this week, she’s become afraid of EVERYTHING when she’s going to nap or bed. Everything. I really mean it. She hears every noise and sees every shadow–from me dropping something out in the living room, to a car driving by, to someone walking past her door, to the fan in her room making her sheets flutter. Usually, she can even identify the noise she hears, or why something looks scary to her–but admits she’s still afraid.
And thunderstorms?? Forget about it. Yesterday afternoon she was so scared by a thunderstorm her teeth were chattering. When I walked into Elizabeth’s room to pick her up out of her crib, Mary walked beside me with her hand stuffed in my pocket. Yup, this phase is exhausting, too.
But, I’m hanging on to that little word: "phase". Confident that it all will pass. Either that, or I’ll pass into insanity. One or the other……
