Anti Bullying Day

Little Pu is in a kickball class,

and today the teacher told her
everyone had to wear pink tomorrow,

 because it's anti bullying day.

I used to teach anti violence workshops to girls.

And, I'll definitely teach my girls
how to break a nose

5 different ways,

just in case.

Knowledge is power after all.

Besides it's easier to be peaceful
when you're not afraid.

Well, we are not a house of pink.

And lately all clothes have been driving Pu bonkers.

But when I asked her if she wanted me
to make her

a pinkish shirt she said yes!

I had three stash fabrics with pink bits.

She chose the polka dots.

Tomorrow will be a test.



What will win?

The 'pink' or the bully clothes?

Update:
The shirt lost to Pu's anti clothes position.

Thank goodness for Nu.

Instant hand-me-downs.

Formal Wear?

There was a 50% off sale at our local fabric haunt,

and so I found myself choosing strange things.

Why not? Sorts of things.

Like sequins.

And then suddenly I knew why!

I think this is my favorite dress so far.

Simple.

Subtle.

And bedazzled!

Very Liza Minnelli.

OK maybe not exactly Liza.

But Chuckles liked it.

Oh wait, she likes everything.

Except standing still for one second.



Sweet Valentine's

A little Valentine's Love for the shorties.

Garlands

And waffles.



Flutter Frock

A booty view.

Allo bonjour.

Love the tweet pattern.

I suspect all photos will be taken here from here in.

Voracious "reader".

Cheese- ball photo extraordinaire!



When I had a second girl I thought, yeah hand me downs!

However they are a few seasons off.

Therefore Nu needs some togs.

Another new top to go with her mama made pantaloons.

Someone is very pleased with her ability to climb the ottoman.



What to wear in a nest of literature.

A Glitter Frock

It started out as an A line dress

but met with the usual inability to follow instructions

and so...

became a little peasant blouse.

With or without ribbon sash.

Look how hard Nu is studying.

Too bad it's upside down.

Gotta encourage an alternative view of things.



A Little Garland

A celebration was in order.

One of the short people got a little older.

An easy peas-y little paper garland.

To use & reuse

For future festing.

Poor Gnomey

Post sewing machine 'incident',

I inexplicably decided it would be an opportune time to begin

needle felting.

For those of you not familiar,

it demands one thrust sharp needles into the chosen object

repeatedly and with great zest.

Yes.

 I did stab my sewn finger with the needle.

Yes.

More than once.

No,

I'm not the brightest bulb in the fixture.

But, I am determined!

Therefore,

 this hideous mess was the result!

I 'adapted' this tutorial.

I thought you know, just change the gnomes hat colour.

No big whoop.

Well, wrong.

My sweetie innocently asked me if I was making Marge Simpson.

Sigh.

It was sort of satisfying.

 Instead of turning to

drink or drug when faced with my next rage-o-holic frenzy,

I may consider the fun in stabbing little dolls.

Could voodoo be far away?

Back At It

Apologies for the unplanned blogging hiatus
faire reader.

You could easily imagine that the creepy doll

from the last post had done away with me.

Not as unlikely as you might think

(she's watching me right now!!!)

But, no.

I did something unwise

(usually I do more than one unwise thing, but this one was significant)

I was Frankenstitching and then suddenly I was

FREAKIN FRANKENSTITCHING...

my own hand.

Yes yes, I sewed my finger.

Blood, broken needle and ripping the thread out quickly

so the 4 year old wouldn't completely go mental.

A sorted tale of heroism and tomfoolery.

Since then,

in sewing rehab,

I've made lowly pillow cases.



More later.

:)

Wee Additions

Nu is quite obsessed with little figures.

Pu wasn't so we don't have that many,

and rather than buy more plastic I thought I'd give a whirl

at homemade

Look at the super crazy hag in purple.

Rage-o-holic extraordinaire!

In another version they would have small buttons for hair

and their frocks would be trimmed.

However, Nu still contemplates popping things in her mouth

So these wooden, all one piece, non toxic painted wee ones

with the crazy-assed expressions will have to serve.

Now we know what some of her first notes

 to her future therapist will involve.

Maybe next I should work on some clowns and mimes.



Old as the Hills Rant

I think it is highly likely that a Darwinian imperative was built into the whole heterosexual mating thing

(well duh...)

But the one I refer to specifically is the

body warmth issue.

I've done some of my own highly sophisticated research.

Based on my randomized clinical trials

(the ones in my active imagination)

men seem to run one or two snitches warmer than women.

Women are generally softer,

understand the religion of chocolate and inexplicably small handbags AND well, have a number of excellent qualities.

Without the body heat issue

why else would women want to get in bed with men

 even if they watch sports all night long

 and begin to master the Little-John comb over on their receding mullet?

Profundity at its best here faire reader.

In general,

I'm pretty thrilled with the sweetie I've got.

But in this one regard

(OK, maybe there is another)

he is sadly lacking.

He gets into bed after me these days,

and therefore hoards all his body heat,

thereby denying me my rightful bed heating system.

The injustice is stupefying.

While I am I modern woman and I guess I could always switch teams,

as I've said before I do appreciate the mate I've got

and,

the she's still wouldn't address the cold toes issues.

And so,

(I can't believe you're still with me here)

This is a crafty blog after all.

For those of you who wish this was a flask cover,

I say hear hear!

For those of you hanging your head in quiet pity or ccommiseration

you know it's a water bottle cover.

Pretty sure I just heard my great great grandmothers osteoporosis

taking residence in my curmudgeonly soul

My Creative Space

I'm stuck.

I'm trying to paint with thread and fabric

in this new project.

And it's such a different slooooower process than with paint.

I'm usually a slap dasher &

good things come from the chaos.

But here, I'm bouncing into walls of composition & colour

&, well, everything.

I will muddle through



What's happening in your creative space this week?

Spring will spring

I know winter is just getting its legs,

and it's a little disrespectful to call in Spring

before winter has done her thing.

But I'm doing it anyway.

See the production coordinator/

project manager in the window?

Little felt flowers,

meant to sit in our tree as place holders
Until the real blossoms wake up.

Little textual reminders of some of the goodness out there.

Or at least the possibility for it.

This one is going on another spot, a little more public.
Gotta spread the love.
And, the hope.

Cuffery

I'm still stitching away on these wee cuffs.

I had a cuff crush when I first had the tinies.

Soft, non-permanently scarring jewelry seemed like a good idea.

I hunted, and they were hard to find.

Then suddenly they were everywhere

Now I'm all liberated because I can make my own

crafty fantasy.

They all have 'hidden' messages inside.

I'm calling in more delight this week.

I've never been one of those people who believe that you can't

tell your secrets or they won't come true.

Hang it from the rooftops baby!