tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70319551653619308142024-03-13T11:47:26.249-05:00Living AnomalyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-90854617494322141672012-10-06T11:17:00.001-05:002012-10-06T11:17:23.493-05:00Today's ShelbyismShelby and I are lazing about in the living room, it's a perfect Saturday morning... I have coffee, my computer, and I'm wrapped up in my quilt... Shelby's on the floor coloring, the dog is curled up beside her. McClintock, one of my favorite movies (yes, I love John Wayne), is on AMC. Couldn't really ask for much more.<br />
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There is one line in the movie, where John Wayne's character says, " And I am not intoxicated.... Yet." Shelby, horrified, turns around and asks me if he's going to poison himself or something. She was incredibly concerned that he was going to kill himself. I said of course not, and wanted to know why she thought that. Logically, she said that she thought that toxic meant poison. I said that was kind of what he meant, but that in this case, he was probably going to have a lot of whiskey. She seemed relieved and went back to coloring. Me, thinking that I have an incredibly smart, well versed child, asked her how she new what toxic meant. She turns around, looks me straight in the eye and said "Brittney Spears."<br />
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<br />I'm done with my quilt! Well, with my first one. I've got another one half done, but this was my first quilt. I've had it quilted for months, but never did bind it off. I finally went over to a girlfriends house so she could show me how to do it. How cute is this?! First of all, can you tell what it is? Shelby says it looks like a bookshelf, but it is supposed to be a tree. An interpretation of a tree, anyway. I love it! Plus, there are no curves or anything, making it perfect for a first timer. All of the leaves are a different fabric, all different shades of green with various flowers/birds/leaves on them. I love that it has such a "scrappy" feel to it. I made my own binding using leftover scraps of all different patterns and lengths. I really think it adds to the "whimsy" of the quilt. The only pic you can really see that in is the last one. All told, I'm pretty proud of myself, and this is quickly becoming a bit of an addiction. I can't wait to get my next one finished!<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-59479181681217522502012-09-24T19:23:00.001-05:002012-09-24T19:23:20.102-05:00How We MetOkay, okay. Now that everyone already knows, I'll record for posterity how Daniel and I met. It was simple. It wasn't one of those saving a girl because her shoe is stuck in a grate and she's going to get run over by a dumpster thing. It was calm and simple... and pretty sweet.<br />
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As per usual for me, I was man hating somethin' fierce this past year. I was ready to rid the world of these menaces, I was all for girl power and kind of wished I could have bat for the other team awhile. Then my baby brother calls me and says that he's getting married. Awww. That shut me up for awhile. All I could remember was those times spent "submarining" the poor boy... The boy that was forever running around in his cowboy boots and his little ascot who wanted to be a preacher and Michael Jordan all in one. Anyway...<br />
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Kati and I talked pretty often by phone or chat since they started dating, so we got to know each other pretty well in some ways. She knew my feelings toward men weren't exactly awesome, but she kept talking up her brother. "He's wonderful/amazing/funny/irreverent/sarcastic/etc..." I never really paid much attention. I just thought she had discovered how awesome the Peck kids are, and wanted to monopolize our bloodline. Anyway, I was pretty wrapped up in my own crap, too busy and bitter to think much of Kati's brother. In fact, I'd pretty much forgotten all about it up until the time we actually met.<br />
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In a very long, drawn out, tearful and dramatic saga, we finally made it out to California for the wedding. I say tearful and dramatic not because of myself, but because my dad (whom I adore) was taken to the hospital some six hours before his flight was supposed to leave. At the time, we didn't know what was wrong with him, but when I found out, I was already on my way to Pittsburgh to catch my flight. I was wracked with guilt about not heading to dad's instead of the wedding. In case you were wondering, dad is fine. He had an evil case of colitis that did actually prevent him from attending the wedding.<br />
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So Sky and Kati meet Shelby and I at the airport, and we're all excited to see each other and to spend a few days visiting before the rest of the family got there. Kati's brother had come in a week or so before us, and was staying with them. When we got back to their house, there he was. Kati introduced us, but I couldn't hear a word she said. I seem to remember my oxygen sats dropping and my blood rushing to my head. All I could think was, "Dammit all to hell. Kati was right. Shit." A strange reaction, I know. But you see, I didn't want Kati to be right. I wanted to wallow in my own misery a while longer. But she was right. And we've been like peas and carrots ever since.<br />
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This was our first night out there. We were out there for a week, and by the end of it, both of us knew that this was big. Very big. It's been two months, and I'm disgustingly happy. He's in the Air Force, and has been moving around a bit for the last couple of months, and will continue to be moved around (as near as I can tell) through next year. It's long distance for now, but we've been able to get together every month or so. It could definitely be a lot worse. We call, text and video chat almost incessantly, which is really nice. Then he'll be here for awhile in December. I'm hoping it'll be at least a few weeks, but we'll see. I think we may also try to head down to Alabama so he can meet dad during that time.<br />
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So far, I've been out to Colorado Springs and San Antonio to see him, and will be heading down to San Antonio again three weeks from today(!). I can't wait to see him...<br />
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If you're wondering about Shelby, and how she gets along with Daniel, they get along like gangbusters. She adores him, and I think it's pretty mutual. I have so many cute pictures of the two of them from California, but they're all in my email. I'll add them all to an album soon.. In the meantime, I'll leave you with a few highlights from our trip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sky and Daniel breaking up... Sky decided Kati was his soul mate. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In San Fransisco</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Only pic of Shelby and Daniel that I got on my phone</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical text message...</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-3277089841580963432012-09-20T21:07:00.004-05:002012-09-20T21:07:45.686-05:002012I'm baaaccckkk!<div>
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The job is the same, and it still kind of sucks. </div>
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My baby brother is married and I love his new wife, but I'm still nostalgic about freezing his undies when we were kids. </div>
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Shelby started middle school. I'm working on preserving my youth by drinking as much wine as possible. I figure I'll pickle myself eventually. Also, she decided to go out for band. She's playing the French horn. It's lovely. I'm reminded of piano lessons (some 20 years ago?!) and am looking at our mothers in a new light. It's lovely. </div>
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My mom is still working in a mental hospital, but I think she's truly there for outpatient therapy but nobody is telling her.</div>
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My dad is living the American dream in Alabama and being the typical overbearing parent to my step sister, Sara. They're working their way through the college admission process. Poor kid...</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-86029727253390668802012-03-25T19:33:00.001-05:002012-03-25T19:33:44.185-05:00What? Caroline's posting a blog? *gasp* This can't be happening! <div>
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Okay. I'm here. I have not died, but just about all of my electronic devices have. It's terrible. My computer is on it's last leg of its last life. Which means if it works, I have to squeeze all of my blog stalking and pinning in as fast as possible before it dies again. This also means that I can't upload any pictures. I have not as yet figured out how to post pictures from my phone to my blog. As soon as I do, I'll get more interesting, I promise. As it is, the only way i get to post pix is onto Facebook. I'm not really comfortable posting pix of stuff I make or "alter" onto Facebook. I much prefer to be asked in person (with excitement) "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SKIRT?!?!?" or "Those shoes are bad ass. Where can I find them?" Then I get a somewhat sick satisfaction out of saying, "Oh, this? Yeah, I made it." You all need to visit. That's it. It's only been 6 years, but I feel like I'm finally starting to pull my house together (even though my Christmas tree may or may not still be up). Dear Baby Jesus smelling like Johnsons Baby Powder laying in your darling little manger with that perfect little halo: Thank you for Pinterest. </div>
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My cousin is getting married in two weeks. The wedding is in Hendersonville, and a country club. The invitations specified cocktail attire. Harumph. I will post pics of my dress. I found it in a vintage shop. I love it. It's sunshine yellow. But not so much Sunshine as IwillrockyourworldandohbythewayIlooklikeamillionbucks yellow. My accessories are all a copper/brassy color and also all vintage. My shoes are my own creation. I found a pair of nude pumps. I am, in the words of the immortal Carrie Bradshaw, "styling them up." You'll love them. That is what I've been working on today, that is what I have to say.</div>
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I really have got to figure out how to post pics to Blogger from my phone. Any suggestions? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-86973720672861046342011-09-11T13:24:00.000-05:002011-09-11T13:26:08.339-05:00Stuff I've been busy making...This isn't a real post, per se, rather, a few pictures of things I've been doing. I don't quite know what's gotten into me, but it's a little terrifying. Among things not pictured: a full size quilt and a batch of jam I "put up" while the berries were in season. Yes, a quilt. I super cute quilt, if I do say so myself. It's off being quilted on a long arm machine as I write this. I'll post pictures as soon as it's done. Loving <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dare-Square-Quilting-Block---Block/dp/0307462366/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1315763084&sr=1-1">this book</a> for awesome quilt (and easy) quilt patterns. I did the tree pattern, but I use that term loosely. I changed the size, colors, and branches. And yes, I did put up jam. Strawberry Banana Split jam. We've eaten 6 jars, and wishing we had more. Anyway, pictures and explanations:<br />
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The framed letter says:</div>
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<b>Dear Fork,</b></div>
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It's on an aged linen paper and in a solid brass antique picture frame I scored a couple of weeks ago. I loved the contrast. It's now one of my absolute favorite things in the house. That may include Shelby.</div>
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<span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">The owl is a piece that I hand cut using the German technique, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scherenschnitte" rel="nofollow" style="color: #234786; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">Scherenschnitte</span></a><span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">. He's on a background of old book pages. I call him Francis.</span></div>
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<span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">The make up holder in the bathroom is actually pretty cool. I got one of those metal oil drip pans from the automotive department and cut it up into 8 x 10" segments with tin snips. One pan will make about 6 of these. Then I covered it in a fabric that matched my bathroom and framed it. I glued magnet dots to the back of my make up and now it sticks right on the fabric.</span></div>
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<span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">The purse is my new pride and joy. It's definitely the hardest sewing project I've tried to date. I think it turned out well, especially for the first time, but I can't wait to try it again and make it perfect. There are pictures of the front (with the pleat and the bow), the back, and the interior. Yes, I lined it too. With a coordinating fabric. And p</span><span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">ockets. See the tag that's sticking out beside the pocket on the inside? It is a professionally printed tag that says Made by Caroline. A friend of mine got me a whole roll of these tags as a gift. The purse is made of cotton fabric and incredibly stiff interfacing so that it will hold it's shape. </span></div>
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<span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span">The black flower wax art is also a new favorite. The pictures don't do it justice. The background is really a grey/silver that is darker in person. The whole piece is dark and I love it. I melted black, grey, and silver crayons onto the canvas I painted grey. I melted them in such a way that I could use them as flower stems. Then I made origami flowers from book pages that I'd painted red. It's not done yet, I plan on adding a couple more flowers of varying sizes, but I thought I'd share. I absolutely love it.</span></div>
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<span class="yiv1138723448Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1315763561577218">The other wax art is just melted crayons dripping across the top. I love the colors. It's bright and cheery, and makes me smile each time I look at it. It took me hours, several canvases, and one possibly second degree burn for me to figure out how to get them all to melt in a straight line like that. I love it, and it makes me think of "New York int he fall. It makes me want to buy school supplies." </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-57426402777515338912011-05-10T12:39:00.002-05:002011-05-10T12:47:19.527-05:00Begin Scene: Shelby and I were home on Saturday, doing absolutely nothing. She was coloring/creating/painting my carpet and I was reading/dozing on the couch. We were watching some Disney movie, one of the newer, pre-teen angst things. It was something about a boy turning into a merman when he turned 13. Anyhoo. I finally liven up enough to think about dinner and Shelby pulls herself out of her what I call "process" mode. I call it this because if she's really involved in something artistic and I start talking to her, she'll gripe that I'm interrupting her "process."<br /><br />Shelby: Wow. I was just thinking.<br /><br />Me: (apprehensively) Okay... (I'm thinking she's got a body stashed somewhere).<br /><br />Shelby: Can I skip puberty?<br /><br />Me: Only in Neverland.<br /><br />Shelby: Oh. Well, I guess if it HAS to happen to me, I hope it happens on a weekend.<br /><br />Me: (choking on a laugh) I'm not sure it works that way.<br /><br />Shelby: Am I gonna grow boobs?<br /><br />Me: Not if you have your grandmas genes.<br /><br />Shelby: Oh. Can we order pizza?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-15232391595423871312011-03-28T19:42:00.002-05:002011-03-28T20:09:10.384-05:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Opening scene: Shelby sleeps with me during most of the winter. I know that sounds dramatic, but it's kind of a necessity during the winter up here. My house is old and ineffecient, so I usually close off her room during the winter to cut heating costs. Plus, it's not like I'm sleeping with anybody else, and I like the cuddles and snuggles. Most of the time. Other times she kicks like a freaking mule. Anyway. </span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We're laying in bed listening to the alarm go off and hitting snooze about 15 times. I obviously am running incredibly late, and because we're both children I slammed her out of the bathroom first. When I came back out to do my "Ahahah, I got the hot water and I may not have used your toothbrush because I couldn't find mine" dance, she was still in bed with her arm thrown dramatically over her face.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shelby: Mom. I'm really suffering here. I can't possibly go to school today. </span></p><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: Why? Are you sick?</span></p><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shelby: Yes, terribly. I think I have scurvy...</span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">And so begins my Monday... My daughter is a pirate and I'm using an Ironman toothbrush. I love my life. :o)</p><br /><blockquote></blockquote></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-7298725231224224882011-03-01T21:09:00.003-05:002011-03-01T21:14:19.816-05:00<div align="center">Today I was forced to give Shelby one of my famous, overtold yet still witty "as long as you're a minor and under my roof" speeches. Yes, I did actually use that phrase. I think I'll be retiring it now. She looked up at me with those baby blues and said, full on serious, </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"But, Mommy, I don't want to work in the mines!"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-34569204991435924112011-02-28T20:00:00.002-05:002011-02-28T20:08:19.497-05:00So I got dressed for work in a huge hurry this morning. You know, shoved stockings in my purse because I didn't have time to put them on, ran out the door with wet hair, brushing it on the way, had to drink crappy office coffee because I didn't have time to make my own, etc. Soon after I got to work and regained some semblance of professionalerability, I noticed a weird smell. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I'd just get a whiff every now and again. I finally get home, and in my hurry to slide into sweatpants, I started stripping as I was coming through the door.Then I identified that horrible smell. That smell of sour laundry that I forgot I had in the dryer (everything was still barely damp) all weekend. The smell I didn't zone on this morning as I grabbed the shirt and pulled it on while I was starting my car. I went all day smelling like a horses ass. Stellar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-76949075464743309102011-02-08T21:08:00.004-05:002011-02-08T21:28:22.000-05:00You know I love you, Tricia!!!You know when you get a god awful cold that may in fact be some kind of crazy killer monkey virus and you spend a day or two honest to god wishing you'd die? The kind that comes with brightly colored snot and a fever so high your eyes burn? I'm so there. I'm also a little tipsy, and basking in the new found knowledge that the combination of wine, alkaseltzer and cough drops make things a little better. I'm loving that I found "grown-up" nail polish that is<a href="http://www.revlon.com/en/Revlon-Home/Products/Nails/Nail-Color/Revlon-Scented-Nail-Enamel.aspx"> scented</a>. I may be a little stoned, actually. Shelby painted my nails to make me feel better, and now they're a lovely shade of lavender and smell like grape. I. can't. get. enough. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571508525470020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1Z3N5ZnFLLqeGNKbdQPOEGDn1KTKdPYWQLhcjl9-zztQJbOBf4nb4CiHLd-Zr1r5ANW-5L3lBpNGF7mBaiDMs0jikPUVOSAufdXzyPSLGI6A9vtzczZS2ZNnb5boA0MKWGQigMwIjFI/s320/P_Nail_NailColor_Scented.png" border="0" />Anyhoo. I'm laughing hysterically at this week's <a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/dirty-jobs/">Dirty Jobs</a>. The thought of some poor scientist so dedicated to finding flavors for the worlds best jelly beans that he eats his own ear wax is just ludicrous. I don't think I could like my job that much. Just sayin. Now, laughing so hard has made my throat hurt even worse. So I'm going to bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-32732759734751010212011-02-07T21:43:00.002-05:002011-02-07T21:53:07.973-05:00<div align="left">I've been feeling pretty left out lately. All of my friends (and I mean ALL) of my friends either just had a baby, are pregnant or are currently in labor. Ahhh, what's that smell? Its the sweet smell of afterbirth. Anyhoo, I may be feeling left out, but I am absolutely okay with that I do not now or ever want another kid. My telling you this is just a precursor to mine and Shelby's dinner conversation tonight:</div><br /><div align="center">Shelby: Guess what. Mrs. L is gonna have a baby. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: That's nice.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Shelby: It's kind of nice, I guess. But Mrs. H and Mrs. S just<br />had babies. Isn't enough, enough?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Me: Well, I guess they're happy about it, so you should be<br />happy for them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Shelby: I guess so. But it's like everybody's having babies.<br />Maybe you should too. Aren't you worried about your biological clock?<br />(<em>editors note:</em> <em>WHAT?!?!?!??!) </em>You are getting kinda old, you<br />know. Maybe you should freeze yourself like Walt Disney. That way you'll be<br />fresh when you want another baby.</div><blockquote><p align="left"> </p></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-17738583488989916132011-01-23T19:17:00.002-05:002011-01-23T19:18:59.520-05:00Shelby: Mom, I think you washed your chapstick in your jeans pocket again.<br /><br />Me: Why do you think that?<br /><br />Shelby: 'Cause I just put on undies from the dryer and now my butt smells like mint.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-12134899407204651582011-01-11T22:56:00.006-05:002011-01-11T23:36:55.074-05:00<div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146213874253986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw8vBpMFp4fEeJhJsiOqD9EA0FbURUkmf4OM54bYhP_NwtjU8c5RgZJ6X_nV-Bw0xd0Abr6iurfeZ6czFj0IXOfeunwfpY-O5BLidqXGL9pPFAUWyCgPlB7KXfaTKI2f7x5Jhek43RFyY/s320/January+2011+102.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146213553684370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFJNH5NVzmZuvRQNto3awV0sxvj5J6A7O93HLOUiEq6hac-liARiqXujiiKFiuz9LZLaEnEgptGcCX-67uRZx_p66vAK9GpnamLrHrZOAuVHjKBa1PeAhy8w0Jj4FCAZs1XjOR_JQ9SU/s320/January+2011+110.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146222506585522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpNsl3sYjp7EvH7Coeb5Y9cMb68-nVGqp-Ri5avvMmAhPcF-YFWoV-sRVS3n_5SYtl4c2So8ZhQI2yzakkdmrqNdGvS0wAasbixQR0V6QvTCh5PiDCkhSxHEpUe2sJsrNVojy87hnZvg/s320/January+2011+116.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561146220377860834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUI7XU9RNmmQpDf6sCxEm2PtuJNZgiR7MTUQwpuEL_QHxsMvKCqxA48D736Eav9tClDF8PxTSguYBgHuuKqVG4z-h23LEcYmpjb11oF6RTHM7QWABGmRRq4NrVl1N35vX3Hy1vUBbcQU/s320/January+2011+114.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">I realize that Valentines Day is coming up, but that realization came after I'd already started on this... Can anyone guess what I'm doing with this <a href="http://iammommahearmeroar.blogspot.com/2010/04/freezer-paper-stenciling-in-depth.html">freezer paper stencil</a>? Yep. A Love Actually themed onsie. I have tiny letter stamps that I'm going to use to write up the side "Love is actually all around." I think Nica will appreciate that, as she loves the movie. Plus, I wanted to shoot for some kind of grown up reference. I've done alot of freezer paper stenciling, and I love it, but this is an "experimental onsie" I guess. We shall see how it turns out. I covered the letters with Tulip Fashion Glitter, which is FANTASTIC. If you heat set the glitter when you're done, you can't even feel it and it doesn't shed. It looks like it had been screen printed. Anyhoo. Here we are. I'm making another hat to go with this onsie. I have a gorgeous pink yarn, maybe white roses to go with it?<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561148692477384738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupibrqmLd7u66cDSJe4FtLWsXrj13DQ-m5DceaFNp-gobDhTCVDxLNT9VpYvLrJOFTz28_7-BzT4t9zRaxc8FtLTTEOP8rRH6bohAZJhcNe6dpCmBmTUUXykc_XgEl0_KYuBSnqGiCic/s320/January+2011+094.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561148698627700546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGrdpBHzIGZEZmHpk6eqeVXh6hZo58xv_xnijexIeSfQQjwF-1U3wW1ylZhqGngTIeyE3-WdGcxoVvuiNAj38La_zPJ57JvEduzoWxGc4nFcpaKtOii-isau9XmkBhRBHktnSI-wytkM/s320/January+2011+096.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561148706613052946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb12FsAmKdI1JtOCa7o6ZWzGkaChXXo61yp5GvWp8B3zMZWXPzXjvWhKOa49-6zPze6zV0Y6GPRFemUhJJ5RjbmaMWayfHEzIc9iu-sNT0ySV50zubtgnV7cuOv5OS5_cUn8Zr3DmzClw/s320/January+2011+097.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561148702952384306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyphenhyphenJkt6Z0zbVYdL-fQCa5pG2UfbpMI_wcFpRPtRVHelwmg9RNoTPRhjW9_D9vH-GwuOCjIfgI2Vn3Uo1oqs3AJ_ZRvuZaqmkCJQReNRcAcyof9yCwVNPFAm5vUXqeVroYQKMQbcV0-HVI/s320/January+2011+098.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWTrL7_qtTDvC-z5prAt96TDbhEv2-xyEJ6YuI9x5PIrHC63oxHIMnZ2hhY4xUZ6uEAf7S9sr2sMQRdF5cnFPxNIqlTkzTpvAEPT0yaFSZV7plePeF9CiKCEc7myDGB_NDCXKyqupiFY/s1600/January+2011+112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561148704285730850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWTrL7_qtTDvC-z5prAt96TDbhEv2-xyEJ6YuI9x5PIrHC63oxHIMnZ2hhY4xUZ6uEAf7S9sr2sMQRdF5cnFPxNIqlTkzTpvAEPT0yaFSZV7plePeF9CiKCEc7myDGB_NDCXKyqupiFY/s320/January+2011+112.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561152680921194162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_1oFV69cFw_AMlBcQMECENgK5I5Vvm6lkiYIWkX2_N4Q65zHs4Wb0C2pp9IAmkN4TiyQOaQcPj6M8cuAYp31pm0NESa1OdWQDEHtTPCfqifjkQ3bHm8fcPYvIc_YqU0mfp29h_mGBM4/s320/January+2011+101.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561152694956592722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgme_0rxvfYs1Q2gBOXir1VvHh7L_h0R7C5xdL0Ti-M7UHhUX_UnBDoV_pHTXW84yWbVGt1v5827yVNhKDsAh6F5EcLN9mbF9V1lGeBda195CELGa3Qc3r_8g_1qU8zOfMz-sx0FJrq40Y/s320/January+2011+099.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561152692815781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW6dtYtmBb5DSytOHBrvWrnQ6OB2RitjRkqIPFlIRv5xBbFTXdm-7JWDWEPyB2cRco5pdoG84xosSrXF0hnD6j4DnwK75kJea9uBdRQY7HoKUNoHr7cpg1HLeYrdduHv9rANMRhmLVu0/s320/January+2011+100.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561152702070487330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGghHGqxOjb-M1G97xcTIkYD3hdWXA7VnqFUHxiy898ESwWlHs8bSJ7yL2DhBuIu3B82brxLF250UntPKXXTldL8rJtm2tBQMapPCP8u587IcsuMo8AK1aHiN692JbUcpQZGCRaAHPPRw/s320/January+2011+113.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-34346927450071462142011-01-11T22:06:00.006-05:002011-01-11T22:55:16.963-05:00Did I Mention...I found my card reader! So, without further ado, pictures of the most important people in my life...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561135736541981666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkaM4g615Xa3ljBRbnsQ1uDsU19Z-Xt0eexod0lOLyqcekInr4uXA0vsqeLrUsUIgUGUxdU5jFil4JsLfTdlPtl2t8J-UZ1egKILSlgYoKDqr8ZTAwTbSCdPRWBRraAYqkQvwAJhSElw/s320/January+2011+010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561135739725506514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBkan18t_9EY6CVFKo4aCITxswX-EOTyFE_CaEnaCCLqQVkdg7cf9rz-v8MWTOm-KqYJvoKtkkxBEi5YWuoy5becgzaCT_oZ4loFfqZVTm3jFa_lNJdul8UDac858xzizhfpymh4Mioc/s320/January+2011+019.JPG" border="0" />That is Sarah helping me prepare a batch of <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Old-Fashioned-Swedish-Glogg/Detail.aspx">Swedish Glogg</a> and Shelby hamming it up at my parents on Christmas. I do believe that if Shelby had a thought bubble, it would say something like: "Sweet! The biggest present under the tree is mine! And it's from Graham Cracker (her nickname for my mom) and Dana, so it's got to be good!"</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561138313483263858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbH5yII1Nz4KeeCKbd2RLkQEkPCgYtYJy_KpUYfy6bGUagnZF8vCzGqZ8n-NjSYX1yfHd8rxWnbToEsnzEK9KBTBHbLKSS7K_qQZ5amIhw-SGQAp0_l-bHfcimULk8GTpQDBQBEtrR_kg/s320/January+2011+029.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">"Mwahahahaha!!!!! I will make my mom's life a very loud, rhythmic hell that she will have to live with and support because she believes in furthering my horizons and music education!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561138315067231714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAI6l4iPenvkdqjcm4_EkfLVKZbJbMIqXyJ-BJO7rE_HdT1E7KH3Ek9H0pP88rrw7TjzV8xHiOb_OzNckGqUQ1hwWqsTjx7FUwt2syX923Y9VdjV2tCDzE2TB7x0UsK2nHSpGSLdlrDg/s320/January+2011+031.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561138318809734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8yIy0CDC8iHrD_MF9AeuNzeqv9ci7Psdd7OtmFA_HkvI0N1LWevbZIL10ZAoiOhPWeFxdwPw-NISrXTD2tn59kmvxP8h0kHpDQCvMwJ3v6yd5FvwLWJ6MhqC6CSqjXLe9ipsl6sqwKc/s320/January+2011+032.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561138327172193538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg28rTzytokk8Hgdk8lpPagSyv3g7EekL7WLyUkrQ63ptbVh6sa9U2_u2eUaFUMMnsNntbDUROV4Gfaq1Qy1jp0qSRAQQMzhQfxQfLonxqZgLqOyVkxwQ49VGo6SdTkaQlmviqOHax_BVk/s320/January+2011+037.JPG" border="0" />"And Dana, the best grandpa in the history of ever, is going to teach me! He put in Van Halen DVDs and taught me how to beat the drums and head bang like the main dude!"<br /></div><br /><div align="left">And now I come to the interactive part of my blog post. The following are my in-progress pictures of Nica's baby shower presents. I love the yarn I used for the hat. It is some kind of bamboo yarn, so it is super soft and light. Odd, I know as we're expecting 84364 inches of snow tonight, but this hat is made more as a fashion accessory as opposed to functionality. It's how I roll. How do you think the hat looks best? I made some flowers to cover up a dropped stitch, but I can't decide which, if either or both, I like. Help! What do you think?<br /></div><div align="left">*Note: Blogger isn't letting me upload any more pics to this post. Boo. So you all will wind up with about three blog posts tonight. So, please be patient and leave your feedback about the hat... I'm just not sure if I'm loving the flowers.</div><p align="center"></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-14098923159794881412011-01-10T23:21:00.003-05:002011-01-11T22:51:42.688-05:00I FOUND MY CARD READER!!!!! But, alas, I am tired... I'll think about that tomorrow (she said in true Scarlett fashion).<br /><br />Pictures of the awesome closet Barbie would be jealous of will come tomorrow. I'm also hoping to have some pictures of stuff I've been making for Nica's baby shower. And my new throw pillows. And maybe one of my weird kid. She's currently asleep in my bed, under three comforters, in my ankle length (on me) bathrobe, a hat and gloves. I think she may be trying to tell me something. But I'm kind of hoping she continues to say it awhile. It's nice to have someone to cuddle with. Plus, she looks like a great white wookie (isn't that what those little robed things are in Star Wars?) in my robe. It's awesome.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-28392058928774247292010-12-31T16:56:00.003-05:002010-12-31T17:07:09.885-05:00End of year...Hi!<br /><br />My name is Caroline and I beat my New Year's Resolutions all to hell with a fire poker. Nice to meet you! As I sit back and reflect on the epic train wreck that 2010 was, I realize that I didn't keep any resolutions. As such, I've decided to be okay with it. Moving on...<br /><br />I made an effort to take pictures of my glorious new pink closet. I also took pictures of the new throw pillows I made. Just because I've been quiet doesn't mean I haven't been productive. I'm just boring and only blog once a year. Anyhoo. I took pictures. I know I have a card reader here somewhere, but for the life of me, I can't find it. So pictures will have to wait another day. Or year.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago, I was staking Tricias blog again and thought that the "foofs" she made for Megans baby shower were too cute for words. I have a huge blank space above my bed that needs to be filled up with something. I thought that 3-4 foofs at varying heights would work great, especially against the dark purple wall. Let me just say ha. haha. hahahahahahaha! That was one project that did not turn out well. I've used half of a huge pack of coffee filters from Sams, and I'm probably not even halfway done. And it took forever to get that far. I took pictures of the pretty side, and of it's naked butt. Though I don't like to admit it, it will probably not get finished. Who would have thought that a 6 inch ball would take so long to cover?<br /><br />And now, I'm pretty sure it is officially January 1st in <a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/">Istanbul, </a>so I think it's time to break out the bubbly and celebrate! With another bottle to celebrate New Years in my time zone, of course. Happy New Year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-35962199901734448422010-09-26T19:22:00.009-05:002010-09-26T20:24:47.746-05:00What I've been doing...<div><div><div><div><div><div>My life is way too boring and uneventful to blog regularly about. I could blog about projects I do, but that would be the extent of my blogging. Between work and soccer, I never do anything. I'm only a little resentful. Anyway.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Everybody I know is incredibly talented. Yes, that means you girls. I hate growing up with such talented people because absolutely none of it rubbed off on me. Unlike most people I know, however, I love working with yarn. I can knit and crochet and I like doing it. I'm working on an baby blanket for a friend of mine, and I'm almost done with it, so I'll post pictures of it as soon as I finish it. Luckily, she just found out she is having a girl. I was hoping that was going to be the case, otherwise the next girlfriend to get knocked up would get it. :o) Back to the topic at hand... I found an amazing new way to make yarn out of those huge piles of t-shirts I have that were destined for Goodwill. I'm really excited about this project. I love large, colorful, bulky and unusual blankets, which is what these yummy balls of yarn are going to be turned into. Aren't they gorgeous??? I apologize for the crappy pictures, but my camera is on the fritz and these were taken on my phone.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384922442577538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSljp2Qt_NAlcraGB5KmaXKyedRLMEjb3VvaUxpaOjs64MyZzEkF3l_1_0IkBijlzk8ESDeU0SejFw-KihVePGLuVvLWaqRQxFw__xteOav5O12eT6-DbREyRKtQRIEBTYUZUR_plQEM/s320/phone+598.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384944365063490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEhH-4a07ERGlTXpBBbadJgQT6z_qOKQdowsU3xVdvXpVG1raHoT8LHUFciHIB52XhN57jWuPMRBTvjerZ4UzBIe_khPNZeh8XM-hc3XUaiXoIeLuDjvsytcimeM5HrH8ksdU20If5pQ/s320/phone+599.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384968522389618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCmPTF5qnv0WQLB5HHyVZBElXNYq4mmr0hZIC_4HIaXU9arjMKEcSFC_kk-gu_FmNMWeEoEN2vH6l9VeKR6nB9vjZwQUNPV_QQsPVhvdsOD4zWvHtl7hlxp8R22IourD-VQmvz8fOHKQ/s320/phone+601.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521386211859445410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhif2k350EwyCRotIb7aYu5ZePX0tvBWGShPZBVPqcYfmjAuckLxe0jIwRnfvcDJAeo9AQ2LPoFlAT1xbpK1MXa5pqitIiotFfEwhuE6pr5ERuIndO-ye_VEthXZ7gJGrVFEGJOVcDWUC4/s320/phone+604.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521388097869865298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZM4YO9Iv8voZCmcEz4yyGuzh1rugtTBfNramDp1pjBgtZEfZADfh2ChruKnh-3LtUynUtK0Ok-Xtq3mW4VhtS_WD286AJH0Fol014Mo-8sXMIJzh_TjaSVNygicqJPSfcTu6PEdecCI/s320/phone+602.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521389747226565282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzO6EFH5ozEH0IW6eBC3KfO6hjxGdjFqvp989MMffL6x2BnVgo3iVWWoZWrvK4QwGWc5PJnxADKWUbWs5LnnyWNl-bXsaQwLdkJzK8Bw5CLq888d02rq36-IvOckEXqmmpheNbbmoX9I/s320/phone+606.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521389751380263026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAydm3awczu-ySSa-IblA7yYKGQFX0JmJtKbVIKeOptNEV6aLg7IgLEfyfcyyjV8cawFGkdC1_6Owm4rBArSk1GMSFp87w5z1xhM14FOQj6g0iva9p0ZTj-7HHN0mA4Jxog7J2bBlzsc/s320/phone+607.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521389758422438114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYqYQHhfr7iVR182XUr_1WGyvyv6utoPSw_0YcvsM4apRtylrWZmdFYJ6MlQ8p9KcUZpLLP_AmRM0H7-oUO1JOiJKqQITIxrTcnUG4A2433n8Lv9LE3k3O1PiRDEPaKuEZwIOAT-WcQE/s320/phone+608.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521389761827346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0wPz-GpHyaaUwEoaJZaBEZMhKlytf9Rq18C8867CRmftJ1KaIH28CF0kfT6ngxApLDh51I_OqcyDjM-VmcvdZeEROYdqJpWaGoFg_U-BQor4wep0OO6bsKrx1vPTFFgR4fCt9WHryi8/s320/phone+628.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521390167728106018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbctDtgQP1ux_X155OQW-Ip6QxyDVu5tIKzOVxigKGqwtApPBK8xi3kV_JIXRUppCML_uXSBWvqvTKOVNhYzT8v3DtQoM_KEA2WJwx9TvSkooli6O67QWVpbzjbaKQj5Y7YD7d4FcZZOA/s320/phone+629.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384909941224530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxr9dMg_dMZikhzs8ZqT7vIOvXD7hKURkkcl9sqErjJfRuXkgIp_Ep1tHBWuFmG_icuNUxywuiGxLejXgFx0_OktJQdDKcJosHh9UUopoF88JCPdOawvPIlTJKUxbJrCtx7bVJ1ex3Z0/s320/phone+597.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I found a sliver of blank wall space that was driving me batty, so I decided to break out the Mod Podge and packing tape to see what I can do with it. I didn't take pictures of how I came up with this, primarily because it was one big, huge accident that turned out fairly well. I had a canvas that I put book pages on. Our library has a section of free books and I grabbed one on Primative Mythology, which is right up my alley (I minored in Mythology in college). I loved the book because the pages were already yellowing and they were actually paper, not glossy magazine pages. One of the pages happened to have a cute sketch on it and I decided to keep it. Because I liked it, that's why. Then I grabbed metallic paints in colors I liked and mixed them half and half with Mod Podge. I did that so it would make the paints translucent and you can still read the pages beneath the paint. I just kinda closed my eyes and let the paint go where it would. Then this is the cool part. Have you ever done the packing tape transfers? I love them, they're awesome. You take packing tape and put it over an image (from a book, newspaper, ink jet printer, whatever). You overlap the tape a little if it's too narrow for your image. Take something straight and make sure there are no wrinkles or air bubbles and to make sure it's on there good. Then soak it in water for five minutes and rub off the paper. Then you get the coolest transparent image. Except for the black outlines, you can see through the whole thing. I chose to do a lobster, again, because I like them. Then I covered the whole thing in Mod Podge and called it done. Cool, no? Now that I have a basic idea of what I'm doing, I plan on doing an African series for my sister for Christmas. She maintains she was born on the wrong continent. Anyway, the lobster one was the one I intended to do, and th other one was a sheet I ripped out to test colors on. I added the elephant just to see how it worked. I love it and it's going up somewhere as well. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521394911204737474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3agZ3zpT0LixJlSe6hCrYwGwk6VE-Fbm0APOVMnG46Kq6C-vRxMtVxt7D8tDz8kd3QCVsS-5p0lUORodQxPr0BqNs_HquhDeEjrLfoHzTHkViG-QjK2anGefcwY52QLu0yh5RlxuO9A/s320/phone+631.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521394920735157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyRGAaWT8gheDDqPPRw8uFi4l175Jcq-PgSy90OJTOx3WTqqoBTNFr2QPjrjFFs6snnA0HAnFVCONBpNA6nqttXNsKiHQAeQNqUSumpIIfYPCQEuQ5dekpbF_3M9NOeIBvsXh0CJbWmw/s320/phone+633.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521394915572395986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRlkqO9ucG89TA114LEI8yDYmb01NzX6P8ch1DQsKcWRHseo9nQ-rq6GUyoqNOEsWTJimeOKNA6SFLPIgm1RWZ-mBh9L4OmmVcRuC8wXAaH1ItlRbPgg1tYRs8jjw75BSyyj__-r5M7k/s320/phone+632.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521396114846345874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8hG7pNmN6TKk6IPUn5ldmeKaoRx8tXb0hkCOtMb2tlheR-IPksOhFQriTgKHxrmkcozVuG03sCmodNBA5RE0n3q8FM0xzL4p67YVXk7ppsbMXa1iBtxmdSe1Cw8L6d9HvgIchP4onqY/s320/phone+636.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521396115976546450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcaJEzB1eHiU3abi9IFYdRxOh73xLH7Xes8k6EGIDI2wPZ9H_QYNKR18VLsh-8ErvJEscNgU5VC7pT_RnMp_ldAU-rhJiPt0wh-AnDyur2TwCQdt1XAVOwYbJri2HlgPKAVJfJU1Fbszg/s320/phone+635.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521396112037609906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSK8Uxe_LMK46fu8lBmSQPzIj4OrfWYlQU6U9V2bxtAgL6-9d13mB_n1uQGKpc2Q9ZoUMnFJoOWp69sVTK7mHGmVd983zW48adQGDuZ6qSbjayu-XmdMW-e91heODuJX1S5sxnVTZY7g/s320/phone+634.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521394910905746018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBdgm_pRLCHEsTL-ttGNaNF07Use74AtGO7UJPcwK55Vw3cEkD99ZuJ-9knx66JevzjxmZ7deQwZO_ADOl0OJMWHWzc_EvT-lW7tRoireHAm3NIijd3FnBQT1NS7IUq95Ukjv8cxCHxeE/s320/phone+630.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>And that's all, folks. I could probably eke a little more out of my mundane life to blog about, but I am way too excited about my new yarn to not blog about that. :o) Now I'm after everybody I know for their old t-shirts. They're getting sick of me. And now I'm going to bed. G'night!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7031955165361930814.post-60537098779097081312009-02-24T14:11:00.003-05:002009-02-24T14:19:07.256-05:00My Brilliant Daughter<div>Hey Everybody... Check this out. I found this woman on etsy, and got a couple of Shelby's art pieces put blown up and put on canvas. Stephanie liked one of them so well that she is using it as advertising on her website: <a href="http://www.geezees.com/">http://www.geezees.com/</a>.</div><div></div><div>Here is what they look like. Stephanie blurred and extended the edges a little bit to go around the edge, but you get the idea. How cute? Shelby was six years old and in first grade when she did these, and they're still my favorites...</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306444067920016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsUKra_YNgx2YfDKyOIGH_IbPiXsMs_XMDwgZbhAQS_zDlsz6QgiOeAmlqz_nwJkzoDWa1dmWg91KBEMs_1iNrv8-miP_KnHcOfftdfqMOIDUa9-D3RM2U6ckLTp2O4rQE56Vv1obJJ4/s400/flower_with_bridge%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306444061087426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_5jWgx4gmkEcWFyMWg0VDEfW1Fwwux8g5cIuOP8UaUWBv1FkMLTzriNdsx2G3zwVffyoggG-ZqelQIyI8VNBM16TD9BlHs3x5iAnZL0gNSOl4x294__UXyyNv_uYPP5z2yzY7NVliMA/s400/3_flower%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1