Archive for January, 2011

why my shoulder hurts

I had a few extra minutes today, so I decided to dump out my bag and see what was hidden inside.  I share my list with you:

  • 1 knife
  • 2 forks
  • 1 spoon
  • wristwatch
  • hairbrush
  • empty hand sanitizer
  • whistle
  • matches
  • candles
  • travel Cranium game
  • lotion
  • metal cup
  • wallet
  • 2 water bottles
  • daily calendar
  • coupon folder
  • small spiral notebook
  • letter from w’s school
  • scribbled on communion cards from church pew (ought to donate to the church’s paper goods fund)
  • pair of mittens
  • handful of lint-covered almonds
  • 3 grape jolly ranchers (hate that flavor)
  • blue plastic bracelet
  • flamingo drink stirrer
  • small puzzle
  • container of almonds (lint-free)
  • clementine
  • cell phone
  • ipod with headphones
  • ipod shuffle
  • set of keys
  • wikistick glob
  • pink plastic dolphin
  • hairclip
  • tiny magnifying glass
  • tie-dyed wristband
  • 11 silly bands
  • plastic snake
  • pink eraser
  • building block toy
  • flamingo card
  • ymca ID card
  • 2 toys r us loyalty cards
  • 2 copy cards
  • 2 band aids
  • 5 lip balms
  • empty altoids tin
  • hershey miniature bar
  • 15 pens
  • 2 sharpies
  • 1 highlighter
  • 6 pencils

Can you match my list?  Just try!

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seriously durham county public library?

Dear Book Intake Person,

Was there not enough blank space on the page for your sticker?  Are you trying to deny me even the most cursory details of the author’s biography?  Do you just do this because you can?  I do appreciate, however, your constancy in absurd sticker placement

Keep up the dubious work,

A Durham County Citizen

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owlies everywhere

These little owlies are enough to turn me into a squirrel and go skittering into the backyard to look for acorns.  Too cute!

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up next: the letterpress

Our newest favorite crafty past time comes to us courtesy of Aunt D.  On a piece of lightweight foam, the kids etch/scratch/indent a drawing–aliens, silly faces, flowers, rainstorms were favorite subjects over here. 

Then, we ink the foam piece (note to self:  put down newspaper on the floor for this part.  What was I thinking?) and slap it down on a piece of paper.  Woo hoo!  We’re a printmaking machine, and we’ve got some pretty cool pieces of art to boot.

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ice day #2

Or really “Day of No Ice.”  Regardless, there was surprising calm at our house as the kids created their giant watercolor masterpiece together.  Happily.  In perfect harmony.

Apparently this painting depicts robots (turn yourself sideways), and there might be some intergalactic ray gun fighting.  I’m not sure; it was hard to tell with all of the giggling going on.

Biggest problem right now though is what to do with this creation.  Our gallery’s wall space is becoming increasingly crowded.

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bye bye little buddies

This Christmas my goal was to start working through my backlog of wool felt before I started buying some new colors.  Mission partially accomplished, I suppose.  Here’s where some of my supplies went:

My owl friends:

As quick as I made an owl, my kids absconded with them to hang over their bunkbeds.  Sneaks.  Much thanks to this adorable tutorial for its help and inspiration.

Magnetic bookmarks:

My mom made some for her volunteer buddies, so I took her concept and ran with it.  Since I was making goodies for kids and for teachers, my bookmarks became a little more, uh, manic than my mom’s.  The robot/alien ones were definitely the most fun to make as well as the best of use of random tiny felt scraps.

Time now to go place another felt order…

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what do snowmen do at night?

Happy New Year!  I’m taking a break from my haiku journaling to bring you this saga of a snowman.

We in North Carolina have had a snowy (for us) December.  On our latest and greatest snowstorm, the snow was perfect for building snowmen.  W. built this snowman which he promptly named “Frenzy” in honor of Space Police Lego.  Duh.

A day later, little w. walks into the front yard and says, “Huh.  Now I know what snowmen do at night.  They dance wildly!”

And the party must have been crazy because Frenzy seemed to be suffering the ill effects for much of the next day as well.

What do snowmen do at night indeed.

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