- How contagious his love for the game is and, that now, she's in love too.
- That he decided to "coach" her when we showed up and realized practice had been canceled.
- The way she lights up when her big brother plays catch with her, teaches her what he's learned and treats her like a big kid who can play the game alongside him.
- And, the way he lights up when his little sister wants to play ball with him.
Loving
Twirly
When I first saw those bold colors and pretty flowers on the clearance rack of the local fabric shop, I instantly thought of my middle girl with her bright smile and love of color. I brought home just one yard, not wanting to buy too much without a plan for how I would use it and put it on the shelf. There, as so often happens, it sat waiting for inspiration to strike.
Then one day, over a year later, during the dull days of late autumn, you know the ones, after the leaves have all fallen and the snow stubbornly refuses to make the world sparkle, it hit. I was hoping to come up with a couple more handmade gifts for the holidays, and I was desperate for a little extra color in my crafting when I spotted the bright fabric near the bottom of the heap. The big, brilliant flowers were begging to be made into something pretty and playful, and it just so happened that my twirly girl's wardrobe was lacking a little twirl.
I love box pleats and knew I wanted to use them to add that twirl. I only had the one yard of fabric so, I decided to add a few panels of the purple, left over from the apron I made my niece last year, to peek out from those pleats. I love the result. Then, I found some black satin blanket binding in my stash and wrapped it around some wide, stiff elastic for a comfortable and soft waistband that wont twist or collapse.
It hits just below the knees, giving plenty of length to comfortably sit, dig, twirl and leap around the sand pit which is precisely where she choose to do this little photo shoot and precisely what she did while I shot.
Then one day, over a year later, during the dull days of late autumn, you know the ones, after the leaves have all fallen and the snow stubbornly refuses to make the world sparkle, it hit. I was hoping to come up with a couple more handmade gifts for the holidays, and I was desperate for a little extra color in my crafting when I spotted the bright fabric near the bottom of the heap. The big, brilliant flowers were begging to be made into something pretty and playful, and it just so happened that my twirly girl's wardrobe was lacking a little twirl.
I love box pleats and knew I wanted to use them to add that twirl. I only had the one yard of fabric so, I decided to add a few panels of the purple, left over from the apron I made my niece last year, to peek out from those pleats. I love the result. Then, I found some black satin blanket binding in my stash and wrapped it around some wide, stiff elastic for a comfortable and soft waistband that wont twist or collapse.
A Weakness for Popcorn
I've slacked on getting dinner started again, it's getting late, moods are deteriorating and my patience is dwindling fast. Frantically I'm looking for the HUGE 12.5lb tub of popcorn, calling to the kids to see who saw it last, wondering how on earth I could have misplaced such a ginormous thing. When, out of my bedroom walks my son, an apologetic smile on his face, trying to contain a giggle, carrying the very tub of popcorn I am searching for. I stare confused and ask why the popcorn was in my room, how did he know it was in there, who put it in there. I Repeat my questions assuming his little sister had decided she needed it for some game of make believe. Then, I ask him if he put the popcorn in my bedroom. He answers quietly, still working to contain the giggle while trying to sound sorry, "yes. I hid it because I was mad at you."
Hiding the popcorn from me!? Has it come to this?
A few minutes later I'm happily shoveling handfuls of freshly popped deliciousness into my mouth, good moods and patience restored, and thinking about how well this boy of mine knows me and, how glad I am that, because of this silly trick he pulled, we were able to laugh about our earlier disagreement.
We are enjoying all the popcorn love on the internet these days. Tonight we finally tried Amanda's January popcorn and are looking forward to trying more recipes in her year of popcorn.
Hiding the popcorn from me!? Has it come to this?
A few minutes later I'm happily shoveling handfuls of freshly popped deliciousness into my mouth, good moods and patience restored, and thinking about how well this boy of mine knows me and, how glad I am that, because of this silly trick he pulled, we were able to laugh about our earlier disagreement.
We are enjoying all the popcorn love on the internet these days. Tonight we finally tried Amanda's January popcorn and are looking forward to trying more recipes in her year of popcorn.
For the Love of Plaid
I should be doing laundry or washing the dishes. At the very least I should be getting ready for bed. But, I'm way too excited about the progress I'm making on my first ever pair of zipper fly pants.
In plaid no less!
Plaid Pinterest inspiration here.
Tutorial help on drafting the zipper fly pattern pieces.
And, the tutorial I used to help put it all together.
In plaid no less!
Plaid Pinterest inspiration here.
Tutorial help on drafting the zipper fly pattern pieces.
And, the tutorial I used to help put it all together.
I miss blogging
I don't take as many photos anymore. I have way more started but, unfinished sewing projects without that push to get it done and post it already. I don't really get into much personal stuff on my blog but, I miss the way it marks the passing of time for me, the way the subtle clues I leave myself remind me of a certain day, or event, or adventure.
My baby girl, who is so not at all a baby anymore, loves pandas right now. The game they're playing here really isn't much fun and I think most of it's parts have found their way out of the house, but the mask, the mask she kept. Because, who doesn't love pretending to be a cute, sweet and lovable little panda every now and then?
I've figured out the issue with the photos, I just have to change the way I upload them. I really do want to find a way to make a little money but, I have a hard time pulling myself away from all that I feel I need to do. Kid care, food, cleaning. But, I'm also learning that there has to be time for me too. I'm working on it. My kids, obviously, are not babies anymore and while in some ways that means less time (driving a million places for all the things they're into) it also means they need less help from me day to day and they're capable of pitching in and freeing up more time when we are home. Any way, I'm not giving up on my shop, or on moving to a fresh, new, pretty site, but for now I'll be back with my usual silly posts and attempts at pretty pictures.
My baby girl, who is so not at all a baby anymore, loves pandas right now. The game they're playing here really isn't much fun and I think most of it's parts have found their way out of the house, but the mask, the mask she kept. Because, who doesn't love pretending to be a cute, sweet and lovable little panda every now and then?
I've figured out the issue with the photos, I just have to change the way I upload them. I really do want to find a way to make a little money but, I have a hard time pulling myself away from all that I feel I need to do. Kid care, food, cleaning. But, I'm also learning that there has to be time for me too. I'm working on it. My kids, obviously, are not babies anymore and while in some ways that means less time (driving a million places for all the things they're into) it also means they need less help from me day to day and they're capable of pitching in and freeing up more time when we are home. Any way, I'm not giving up on my shop, or on moving to a fresh, new, pretty site, but for now I'll be back with my usual silly posts and attempts at pretty pictures.
A Crossroads
Well, It seems that Blogger will no longer allow me to post pictures without an upgrade so, I've come to a point in my blogging where I have to make a couple of decisions. Do I like it here at Blogger well enough to stay or, is it time to move on? I have been considering this for a while now and I'm feeling the pull to move but, I'm not sure how much work it will be and I really have no major complaints about Blogger so, I'm not sure yet.
The other thing is, if I must upgrade, or even go through the trouble of moving, that effort and money must be justified. In other words, it's time to attempt making some moolah with this here blog either directly or indirectly. And, just how do I plan on doing that?
In any event, it appears that it's time for things to change around here and, much like kids growing and seasons changing I am so very unprepared and unsure and desperately wishing I had a pause button for this whole life thingy because, I'd really like to hang back, right here, for just a little while longer.
So, it'll be quiet around here for a bit, while I sort all this out and fret over how terribly fast this planet of ours moves round and round. And I hope that when I return with my upgrade or news of moving, you'll still be here. Well, not here, here, necessary but, checking in periodically as you do. :-)
The other thing is, if I must upgrade, or even go through the trouble of moving, that effort and money must be justified. In other words, it's time to attempt making some moolah with this here blog either directly or indirectly. And, just how do I plan on doing that?
In any event, it appears that it's time for things to change around here and, much like kids growing and seasons changing I am so very unprepared and unsure and desperately wishing I had a pause button for this whole life thingy because, I'd really like to hang back, right here, for just a little while longer.
So, it'll be quiet around here for a bit, while I sort all this out and fret over how terribly fast this planet of ours moves round and round. And I hope that when I return with my upgrade or news of moving, you'll still be here. Well, not here, here, necessary but, checking in periodically as you do. :-)
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