Sunday, September 30, 2012
Do any of you have big 'ol tables and love them or are they just a bit ostentatious?
With the humongo table came the acknowledgement that the guest room is really my sewing room. I was a little embarrassed to have taken over an entire room just for little me, but my husband was the one who said it out loud and is okay with it. So I guess I can admit it. My name is Amanda, and I have a sewing room.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Here's my goals in no real order and potentially conflicting.
My husband is making me a big 'ol sewing table for my birthday (it's a big one, I'll officially be starting the end of young) and I am setting the goal of achieving organization. A place for everything and all that.
I need to get at least the top done on my youngest's twin sized quilt. Otherwise he will be scarred for life.
My in-laws are Christmasing us in quite a big way this year and I wanna make them a quilt. (it's like a disease, the "i should make them a quilt" fever is getting stronger every year; i suppose it will get me in the end when i'm buried under an avalanche of gift quilts.)
And I need to make my daughter's dresses before the daily asking makes me crazed.
So we looked at patterns to decide what "shape" dress we wanted. I pretty much go on the theory that if I say it enough times I can brainwash my kids. I did not want her thinking we were making the dress in the picture so I talked plenty about choosing a shape. We managed to agree on two patterns. She loved the hunt to find the patterns in the drawers, especially with the added excitement of the number labels on the drawer front being only a jumping off point rather than an accurate account of what was in the drawer.
Then we were off to fabric. I showed her the back of the pattern that lists what kind of fabrics work with the pattern. And I reminded her as we walked past the taffeta and chiffon and fleece and terry cloth. We made our way to the cotton and went immediately to pink and purple.
You know the fabric that you see and just wonder how it came to be made? The stuff that is so much too much that there's a whole bolt sitting on the shelf? Well, apparently it was made for four year old girls. After what felt like eternity, we managed to compromise. I think I won a bit more ground on the purple which makes up for the ground I lost on the pink.
We came home with a bright pink with decent sized white polka dots; think Minnie Mouse. The purple is a medium value with a smaller white floral.
In the parking lot on the way out she told me she wanted to wear the pink dress when we got home. I told her it wasn't ready. The next morning she woke up and told me she wanted to wear the pink dress to church. I had to tell her again I hadn't made it yet. Same thing yesterday. And again today. I'm noticing a pattern forming.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
My husband says my family has a cavalier attitude towards death. I disagree. I think we just have a really certain belief in what comes afterwards. I attribute it to my mom's dad mostly, but it likely goes even farther back. "You can't kill a Swede" had to have come from somewhere.
My mom's hip dislocated again, and as I was told it didn't warrant another walker bag, I got creative. I made my mom an "old lady lap blanket." And I put words on it.
And I was so right! Not only did she think it was funny, she knew her sister would "get it" too.
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Behold, I give you the Awful Pillow.
Wanna know the worst part? Seeing as it's now a part of our family room, I have to stop calling it the Muppet pelt. That fabric has been the Muppet pelt for over twenty years, but for the sake of my children I'm trying to at least take it down a notch to Muppet fur. Maybe someday it will be simply the blue pillow.
I made something else my husband was unsure of, I'll show you that next.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Well, I made the "awful" pillow. And it's fantastic. The kids love it. Even my husband had to admit that he likes it. You don't get to see it yet because I made something else that I might get in pretend trouble for...so once my mom gets her surprise I'll show you both. So until then you can let your imagination run wild with awful pillows.
Friday, September 14, 2012
I so have no plans to take the troops to JoAnn's to flip through pattern books for all eternity, so this plan was waiting for a someday trip alone. Enter Peek-a-Boo Patterns. She's offering a free girl dress pattern (size 3 mo to 8) on her site. It was cute and I had fabric so I thought it was the perfect dress to start the revolution.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
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