Friday, July 28, 2006

Simon's Pals: Veronica and Samson

Simon asked if he could invite some guests for the weekend. I couldn't say no, what with all the begging and pleading that went on. They arrived late last night and thankfully are a bit more polite than our dear Simon. They even made their own bed this morning.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

No more pencils, no more books, no more student's dirty looks!

Summer school is officially over! So now our summer vacation actually starts! I can play with Oscar, make stuff, do swaps and generally lounge around. Until the 6th when I go to a conference. But until then, it is gonna be one big lazy party at my house. Feel free to stop by!

If you are looking for me, I'll be floating in a chair attached to the other end of this.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Simon Says

Simon moved in over the weekend and Simon says that he NEEDS the big bedroom and he NEEDS a bath drawn for him each night and he MUST have Laughing Cow cheese wedges or he WILL JUST DIE. He's bossy and a bit dramatic, but he's also pretty darn cute. So we are letting him stay...for now.

(This is adapted from an original drawing of mine. She/he can be a bear or a bunny, depending on the end you have up. I hope to post a free pattern of her/him soon for all to use and enjoy. If I can fiqure out how to make it happen, that is. Until then, if you MUST have a Simon* pattern, just drop me a note with your name and mailing address to repurpose(at)gmail(dot)com and I'd be happy to send one on the way to you, pronto.)

*Let it be noted that I cannot guarantee that your Simon will not take over your life and home. Nor can I guarantee that your Simon will enjoy Laughing Cow cheese wedges.)

Friday, July 21, 2006

Everybody Needs These

Here is something that everybody needs. These ultra-cool, easy-to-clean, fun-to-look-at recycling bags are available over at They have velcro on the sides that keeps them stuck together and they have little pockets on the front that tell you what goes inside (or you can have your little people do custom drawings for each recycling category.)

Seriously people. Get these. Save the Earth and be stylish too. And all for only $22 plus shipping.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Meet me at the Hobby Hollow

I found this super cool macrame' book that is geared towards kids at the new ARC Thrift Store in town. The projects are totally 70's and the little girl in the book is very excited to be doing macrame'. It also has little "bead guys" that help teach you how to macrame'.

Seeing this book and the groovy photo of the craft shop inside made me think back to the days when I had a entire craft store just three doors down from my house. Growing up, the Hobby Hollow was run out of a basement on my block. It was a full-fledged craft store, with thousands of skeins of yarn, fabric, every color of pom-pom and plastic bead imaginable and a bell on the door that made that tinkling sound as you entered to go down the long steep stairs to craft paradise. Sure, there was a big Ben Franklin downtown with a whole lot more fabric and a whole lot more room, but there was just something magical about that basement filled with possibilities.

Is the Hobby Hollow still in business? Sadly, I do not know. I know that it thrived back in the 70's and 80's when my mother and I shopped there. The bell would be tinkling away as I searched for the perfect color of yarn for my latest latchhook project.

That is sort of what all this Internet-world-crafting stuff is like. All the online shops are all little "Hobby Hollow" shops, trying to get their bells tinkling. And sure, people can go to the local Ben Franklin or wherever and get what they need. But are they really satisfied? Are we (and can we be) as inspired by the big box stuff as we are when we buy something from an actual someone? I'm not sure.

I know I can find what I need at the local craft giant. But does the atmosphere make me feel the way the "Hobby Hollow" did? No. No matter how great the selection is or the price, it still will never hold the same charm. And is there a tinkling bell on the door? I don't think so.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

the weekend ends and my etsy shop is up

Happy Sunday night everyone! I am trying to be positive about the end of my weekend...tomorrow it is back to teaching summer school. Ugh.
I did have a very productive weekend though. Lots of works in progress has been finished and some of them have made their way into my etsy shop. Here is a sneak peak at a few things I listed this weekend. vintage button on a bag
something for the kitchen
vintage wooden button

Friday, July 14, 2006


These lovey-doveys found their way into a bush in the front of our house via an old pair of flannel pants and some vintage buttons. Let me know if you'd like one of them to migrate to your house in exchange for some little birdie goodie from you.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Brought to you by the letter "b"

Here are some things I am loving that start with the letter "b":
1. my husband, B
2. Boggler
3. babies
4. beluga whales
5. blue cheese
6. Bliss
7. bookworms
8. The Black Apple

and things I could do without:

1. bats (the scary-flying kind)
2. banana-flavored candies
3. beards (both the kind you wear on your face* and the Katie Holmes kind)
4. botulism
5. bigots and bullies
6. blisters

Feel free to add your own likes and dislikes in regards to the letter "b" in the comments section!

*This excludes S.G.'s lovely chin tresses.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Meet Penelope!

As promised in an earlier post, here is Penelope, Beatrice's younger sister. Penelope loves cooking (her specialties are homemade pizza and bran muffins) and following fashion. While Beatrice gardens, Penelope likes to read the latest issue of Lucky.
Penelope enjoys Starbucks Skinny Mocha Frappacinos, reading in bed, and going to matinees. She despises gaucho pants, white shoes and rude people.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

The Best Thing I've Ever Made

Some photos of my favorite (and best) creation.

Sitting in a hole. Cause that is what you do with a hole in the sit in it. Duh.

This is the zoo. They have hand sanitizer at the zoo. Who cares about the goats? Let's play with the hand sanitizer.

Seriously, this better be important. Cause I was hammering.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Meet Beatrice!

Here is the newest member of our family, Beatrice. She comes to us via WeeWonderfuls, and was lovingly made from their Kitty, Bunny and Bear Put-Together Book. It was easy and fun to create, and made me feel magically delicious and smart all at once!

Beatrice loves playing piano, gardening and bedtime stories. She especially enjoys cuddling up with Oscar for a nice afternoon nap and that is why she is wearing only her pajamas, rather than the fancy outfits available to her via the pattern book. Look for Beatrice's well-dressed sister, Penelope, to hit this blog soon!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The Things We Keep

I've been helping my sister and my brother-in-law get settled into their new place and in the process, I've been thinking about the things we collect in life. Why do we hold onto some things long past their prime and what makes us have such strong feelings about objects?

As I put away my sister's collection of Cabbage Patch Kids (circa 1985,) I started thinking about what we keep and why. Do we hold onto things because it reminds us of our youth? Are we squirreling things away to enjoy in our old age? Do we really need that prom dress or the homemade tree ornaments or the napkin from our cousin's wedding? Seriously, do we need them? In many ways, what we keep is a snapshot of who we are...if I didn't know my sister, I would have a pretty good picture of who she is, just from looking at her belongings. Maybe we keep things as a way of keeping former selves?

So what do you have lurking in your closets or cupboards or storage units that say something about who you are? Here are three things you would find at my house that may not get pulled out on a daily basis, but that I keep because they are meaningful to me.

The first thing you would find if you went into my kitchen cupboards is my collection of old glassware. It all started when my grandmother passed away. As we cleaned out her house, I found an incredible assortment of beautiful pieces. I have no fond memories of using them as a child, but I do enjoy imagining that once my dad sat at the breakfast table drinking juice from some of them. I've used them as centerpieces and most often, as vases. Very seldom have they ever held a drink. Here is a photo of a few of my favorites. What does this say about me? That I like glassware? That I yearn for a simpler time when people drank reasonably-sized portions of beverages?

Next is a cookbook that I have hijacked from my mother. (Please don't tell her I have it, as it is one of my favorite things and I don't want to give it back.) It is The Victory Garden Cookbook by Marian Morash and it is not only lovely to look at, with its overflowing baskets of produce and shots of the author working in her garden, it is chock full of recipes for every kind of fruit, vegetable and herb under the sun. Need an idea of what to do with the six hundred pounds of zucchini, look in this book. Want to know how to make Lacy Jerusalem Artichoke Pancakes? Look in this book. Now, I would love to say that I use this book every day to make healthy and delicious meals for my family. But the truth is, I mainly just like to browse through it with good intentions. If someone found this amongst my cookbooks, what would they think? Does this make me a hippie-earth mother (because deep down, I sort of am?) Did I actually make the Lacy Jerusalem Artichoke Pancakes?

Finally, here is a shot of my grandmother's Hawaiian dress from a vacation she took there (I think it must have been in the 70's.) Would someone find this amongst my things and think I'd been to Hawaii? Would they wonder why I decided to go with such a bright mix of colors? I've never even tried this dress on and it stays hanging in the back of my closet. But I don't want to let it go. It reminds me the everyone has a story.

My grandmother, who I did not know well, loved to travel. She went to several interesting places in her life and always brought back something beautiful to remember those places. Sometimes it was fabric or a some piece of local art. I found this dress amongst her things when we cleaned out her house. Surely she kept it as a reminder of a special time in her life. Perhaps what makes it even more memorable is the photo that I found of her wearing the dress. She is smiling as she is greeted by a hunky Hawaiian man wearing little more than a loincloth. Everyone has moments and memories that are precious to them and sometimes a person's things can tell us what those memories are.

So, I'm not sure what all my stuff says about me, but I do know that what we keep says something about who we are. What do your things say about you?