When a couple of sweet…
whirl-windy babies…
can have all the pretty toys…
and books…
and stuff in the world…
why is it that in the end, they still opt…
to…play…with…the…box?
Sheesh.
We could save a ton of money here.
Milliner?
Back in the olden days if a lady wanted a new hat–she simply went down to the milliner’s–that’s someone who makes hats—and had one made–especially for her.
These days if you need a hat, you go to Target or some other playful place and see what you can find. It’s not quite the same as having something made especially for you but where would you go to find a milliner in this century anyway?
Well, from the looks of my sewing bag and my room—I’m about ready to hang a sign on the door with that very title on it. Or to be more easily understood by the general population, it would read: “Hatmaker.”
#1
For some odd reason, since I found this “Flapper Hat” pattern last week, I can’t seem to stop making them.
Recently while cleaning out the closet, I found my beloved “Peaches and Cream” 100% Cotton thread stash. Something snapped…and the madness began.
#2
It’s the perfect size project to haul around and work on any time…any where–doctor’s offices, track meets, while watching a movie or to pass the time while waiting to pick someone up from somewhere.
#3
No matter how many other things were scrawled on the “to do” list–it was just so much more fun to make another hat.
Now, every time poor Lily walks past me, I’m yanking a hat down over her head–to make sure the size is working. It is. She’s a darn good sport–so far.
However, to be brutally honest, even Beckham wasn’t safe from the “let’s just see if this will fit…” fest. He was not a fan.
#4
So–help me out here. Besides decking out my grandbabies–I need a new purpose for the irrational cap-making behavior.
Tell me which of the four–not yet claimed by a local baby—that you like the best.
That should do it.
Now I’m off to make more…more…more…
Baby Dolls
So we have this very sweet, very happy, very rubbery baby dolly at our house.
Believe it or not, she smiles allll the time and she’s even starting to laugh–a lot.
The funny thing is–I can’t really prove it, because whenever I point the camera at her…
…she stops whatever she’s doing–laughing, and smiling included—
and stares into the lens.
She’s fascinated by it.
Which makes it hard to show you what an incredible smile she has…unless…
we can point and snap the shot really fast…
before she goes back into the “zone.”
I think I love this baby’s smile so much because it’s one I’m very familiar with.
Pretty sure her mama had it first.
Our Day in the Field
…track and field, that is.
We are—even the shortest of us–very good spectators…
…as long as there is decent entertainment to keep us awake…
…and of course, plenty of snacks on this perfectly warm, breezy spring day.
A good time to try out the new hats…
even if some aren’t quite finished yet…
and some may be a tiny bit too big. The main thing is that we are finally, finally all outside in the fresh air and we’re together—watching our guy throw that funny little disk around…
Oh, and to pick up…
his…
medal.
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Week 8 Food Storage Prompt: 5 lbs. powdered milk
Chronic Crafting
April and I went to a “Handmade Boutique” this last week and saw—and worse–couldn’t resist so many things. There was jewelry, clothing, art work, handbags, doll houses, stationery, baby toys–even homemade jam. Admittedly, April came out with more than I did, but she’ll have to confess her own sins…if you get my drift.
Here are a couple of my “indiscretions.”
The first thing that caught my eye was this stained glass bird. You can’t see it here but his tail is pink. I’m a sucker for lavender and pink. I hung him in my bedroom window and he simply sparkles up the whole room.
Then there were these “Babushka” magnets. They reminded me of my far away boy–so they came home with me too.
We even went a little nuts and bought one of those ridiculous cupcakes that seem to be all the rage these days. Somebody ate it before we could get a picture. Sheesh.
Ok, ok–it was pretty dang good.
For me, the best part about going to these things is that for a long time after, I can’t seem to stop…you know…making stuff. There’s just something very empowering about being surrounded by incredibly crafty souls.
The inspiration rubs off and makes me excited to try things like this “Flapper Hat” for Lily. It feels so good to have my hands busy no matter what else is going on–I end up with projects in every room, and one in the car so that no time is wasted.
The more I make the more I can’t wait to make. It never ends!
Must. Find. More. Crochet. Thread. Now.
Chronic: “Something that has been going on for a long time. It may never get better. It is something you will have to live with.”
heh, heh, heh…