Saturday, May 21, 2011

Wool Owl Tutorial

 You will need:
Lightweight cardboard or card stock
Freezer paper
Scraps of felted wool or other fabrics.
Small amount of embroidery floss
Small amount of Polyfil
Regular sewing supplies.
2 small buttons.
and
a short amount of time!

If you right click on this picture and copy it to your computer
you will then be able to print this out for your pattern.
I am not sure about the sizing. 
You may have to play around with that.
Sorry, I am not a computer whiz!





I always use a circle template for my circles. 
Trace the pattern pieces onto heavy card stock or lightweight cardboard
and cut out.
Then trace them onto freezer paper.

Head on over to your stash of wool.
Mine just happened to be still laying on the floor from the last project.

And pick out your colors...
then iron the pattern on to the wool.
The waxy side sticks just enough.

Cut out all pieces.
(That is my favorite part)



Begin blanket stitching everything down. 
I start with this side and go to the other wing,
then straight to the eyes and nose. 
You never have to break and knot the thread that way.
Shortcuts...that is what it is all about!

Now when you get to this point, you might notice that that pattern,
or your (my) sewing is not exact on the wings.
Just trim that up and you are good to go.

Sew around the edges with a blanket stitch and stuff with a small amount of Polyfil.

Stitch up the rest and you have a cute little bowl filler or ornament.

I took the liberty and artistic license to make them smaller.
The first idea was not mine though! 
Also, I have used scraps of other fabric than wool for the eyes, beak and wings on some of them.
Some of it is very hard to sew through though, so be careful what you choose.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

A mini crisis

I am aware of all the flooding issues in this country.
Or somewhat aware.
My morning news time has been interrupted for a few days.
So actually we should call this a micro, itty bitty, tiny, mini crisis.
It was enough to send JWS over the top.
Jenn and I laughed.
Perspective, JWS, PERSPECTIVE!!!

Yesterday AM, the rain came down,
HARD and FAST!
The shop started to flood.
Boxes of shirts had to be moved,
quickly!
Gracelyn ran.
See that calm, little boy in the background? 

All of a sudden we hear this pounding.
Pounding and Muffled Yelling.

We all head to the source of the sound.
Abandoning the water issue.

Closed door with Gracelyn standing outside it saying,
"It's Ok, Logan, don't cry,
You're not a baby,
you're a big boy and
big boys don't cry."

He had locked himself in the embroidery room.

Jenn went outside to the window to try to talk to him
I was outside the door trying to tell him how to unlock it.
JWS was gone.
I thought maybe gone like...
went out for a loaf of bread and never come back gone.

Calmly he came back with a screwdriver and jiggled the lock open.
 
Then he had his meltdown.

I think this life might be too much for him at times. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Announcing the arrival,

Of
Garren Shane Kirkpatrick
6:02 AM
5.17.11
6 pounds, 14 ounces
And his first picture...
here!

I actually got to be present at the birth.
What an experience!
And Gracelyn's first look at her new baby brother.

And finally last night when she got to get her hands on him.

She was so excited.  She did not want to put him down!


However...
this was the night before when she
Partied Like a Rock Star.
Literally.
Bouncing
Off
The
Walls...
and
Windows

Time of photo
3:45 AM
I think.

In a pensive moment around five in the morning.
Still Waiting.

And last evening, cuddled with Mommy and Baby

Yesterday afternoon spent with her cousins.


And Aunt Shelby took them all to my house so that I could get a little work done.
How does she get them to do this? 
I think she Photoshopped this picture.
They are never that calm for me!

She even vacuumed my house and made cupcakes.
Must be nice to be young!

So
Grandchild #6,
Garren
joins
Tyler, 5
Logan, 4
Gracelyn, 3
Kendall, 2
Wyatt, 6 months

My cup runneth over!


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Three Little Pigs

Another hectic week in. 
The theme for this one is
Three Little Pigs
or
Pork Fat Rules

OR
How many gun raffles can you attend in one month?

Two gun raffles would be enough for one lifetime for me.
Let alone, two in a month.
Back to last Saturday,
John attends this huge,
how can you get any more redneck,
extravaganza
gun raffle
annually.
He looks forward to it like Christmas.
He asked me to go this year. 
Reluctantly, I said yes.
I mean after all,
He has endured
craft shows,
art fairs,
quilt shops,
and more.
It's only one day.
How bad can it be?
It was bad.
It was
sitting in a traffic jam for hours,
twelve hour layover in airport without your cell phone,
stuck in an elevator with smelly people
kind of bad.
I looked for the fun.
I tried.
Really, I did.
It just wasn't there.
And then the food.
Three types of pork.
Sausage
Kielbasi
Pulled Pork.
All excellent, mind you.
Two types of cabbage,
Sauerkraut and Coleslaw
Corn
and Potatoes.
Anyone want to venture what that menu does to your gastric system?
With only Port-A-Johns?
So I asked for the keys to the truck.
JWS informed me that he had a really good parking place.
Keys in hand and five feet away, I told him.
"You are about to lose that!"
I went shopping.
To places that have real bathrooms.


Sunday
Shelby is having us for dinner for Mother's Day.
We sit down to eat.
I tell her
"It is very interesting that you managed to have BACON in THREE of your dishes!"
Broccoli Salad
Bacon Wrapped Wild Turkey Skewers
Baked Beans with Bacon.
Three more little pigs.

Then,
Yesterday.
The Dayton Fair Gun Raffle
John is a manager.
We say Fair Father.
Which somehow makes me a Fair Mother, I think.
Anyway,
It left me serving food.
Any guesses on the menu?
Hot Sausage
Pulled Pork
Ham
Among other things.
Three More Little Pigs.

Then today,
Back to the fairgrounds to check things and pick up an extension cord we had left there
and


Dirty Roasters everywhere.
Another day spent with PIG,
Cleaning up.
Yuck.

I think we'll have chicken at our house this week.


And now...
The Rest of the Week.

Not in any particular order.
Yesterday AM
5K at the Armstrong County Memorial Hospital
This is my medal
Third in my age group! 
I initially thought that maybe there were only three in my age group but to my surprise,
there were quite a few.



Last Saturday, leave the gun raffle, purchases.
I found these handkerchiefs.
I think I am going to stitch them to these pillows.


Yesterday's yard sale purchases on the way home from the 5K.
Lots of bowls and plates to paint.

Another painting done.

And a bowl finished.

And these little bowl filler owls.
Easy and fun to make.


Watch for a tutorial coming soon!

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Keeping it Strate, Episode 657

Disclaimer:
 Everything you are about to read is true.  The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.  They are NOT innocent, they are all mostly to blame for my issues.  I am beginning to think that senility is NOT real.  You just get so old and tired that you pretend to "check out" so everyone leaves you alone.
I am so close.
Will they let me have knitting needles and paintbrushes in "The Home?"
If so, I am there...today!

But,
that being said,
How can you not love these little faces?

And now for the story.
I am calling it Freaky Friday.
5:00 AM
My foot hurts really bad.  I have been having problems with it, this week was worse than normal.
Could be the living room painting for two evenings, up and down the ladder.
Could be the eight hours a day spent standing on concrete pressing numbers on Little League shirts.
Could be the three miles that I walk a lot of mornings.
Who knows? 
It just hurts.
So I cancel my walk.
Quick message on Facebook and I am in the recliner for the morning, resting my foot.
After...
to the basement to make coffee.
(we are not even going to talk about WHY I have to go to the basement to make coffee, there is not enough time for ALL the stories and I really should post more often....I have the material, but not the time and that is why we need the reality show)
Change loads,  back UPstairs for more clothes,
back DOWNstairs to put them in the washer. 
Back to the recliner.
Doze off.
The phone rings.
7:00 AM
Jenn needs a gift for Tyler's teacher for Teacher Appreciation Day.
Back UPstairs to the attic to find a gift in the gift shop that is in my attic.
Wrapping paper, tape, tags, stickers, next door, wrap the gift, back home.
DOWNstairs to change loads again.
UPstairs to shower and get ready for work
DOWNstairs to leave for work, when JWS says,
"Did you remember that you need something to donate for that benefit tomorrow?"
Back UPstairs to the attic.
Load the car.
The refrigerator blew up at the shop, so now I pack a little cooler with water bottles for the day.
I have to take the potty chair because I am getting Gracelyn for the morning and she is having bathroom issues.
I really hate to go into detail.
So many of my posts involve poop.
Little did I realize at
8:00AM
that this had been the
CALM
 part of my day.
I go to the meeting place to pick up Gracelyn.
We make the trade.
Shawnee drives away.
I drive over some pile of stuff.
It didn't look that big,
truthfully...
I never saw it.
JWS would later comment,
"In your state of mind this week, it could have been a cow and you would not have seen it."
I hated to admit that was true.
Anyway.
Bang!
Crash!
Bump!
And now my car won't go.
I am under it,
I back up a little,
I pull forward.
LOUD!
REALLY LOUD!
This can't be good.
I call JWS...who now has Logan and no car seat for him.
His comment
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
My comment,
"Well, I could try to walk, it's only five miles, but I have a sore foot and a three year old in the car."
As if.
He comes to get me.
He is quiet.
But that is better than yelling.
I load Gracelyn in the truck.
Logan and her begin to chat.
It is the only sound.
Then
I make three trips to load the rest of the stuff in the truck.
The
potty chair
wipes
cooler for me
cooler for Gracelyn
huge bag of clothes (which I would later need...again...poop)
my purse
and don't forget..
the big cupboard door that I painted for the benefit raffle.
At this point the hilarity of the morning took over
and I began to laugh.
Uncontrollably.
It is the first sign that you are losing it, right?
JWS must be holding it together really well
because....
HE IS NOT LAUGHING...
NOT EVEN SMILING.
9:00 AM
At work,
with a three year old and four year old.
I think that might be enough for most people,
but,
now I have to locate my AAA card, which, of course I cannot find.
Call AAA to get my numbers.
(Really, I was not even sure I renewed it)
At this point, I think,
Where is the organized life that you would remember to renew your AAA and then actually
remember that you did it?
And considering that I left the newspaper subscription run out last week, anything is possible.
Call AAA emergency service, deal with the rather rude person that wanted to know when I could get back to my car to meet the tow truck.
John is leaving to deliver shirt orders, meet the UPS truck and other errands. 
I left the keys in the car for the tow truck.
And
She says
"Well, you have to be there or they won't tow it."
OK, then.
I tell her.
"Look, I am at work, WITH a three year old and a four year old AND if I happened to have a spare car sitting around, perhaps I could load them both up, put a sign on the door and happily drive down the road and then wait for the tow truck for the two hour time frame that you are giving me that he will be there.  I am sure that it will not be hard to entertain two preschoolers beside a busy highway for two hours, again, IF I happened to have that spare vehicle sitting around"

I really hate to have to be THAT sarcastic sometimes.
Let's just say that we worked that out.
Too long to explain the logistics.

OK, anyone want to run for a cup of coffee before I continue?
There's more folks.
Back at work.

Logan is happily playing Mario on the computer, Gracelyn is watching him.
They are being good.
When,
The first poop incident happens.
Here is the rest of the morning,
briefly.
Phone call,
clean up poop.
Work on the one job that really needs done.
phone call
phone call
more poop
phone call
a little work
person to pick up the cupboard door for the raffle
another person that wanted a donation
told her to come back Monday and I would have something for her
she YELLED at me.
Really? 
Not the morning to do that.
phone calls
more poop
a little more work
phone call
phone call
more poop
Jenn picks up Logan.
Poor Gracelyn, she has had diarrhea for a week.
She tries, but she doesn't quite make it.
Then
the job that I have been working on all morning.
Gracelyn decides to "help" me with.
She was so proud!
I had to start over.

But how cute.
She brings me one of the boys Lego wheels,
and wants to make a tire swing for a bee.
What imagination.

How much time she spent "waiting" for the bee.


11:30AM
Jenn calls.
"Is Tyler there?"
Tyler is five.
Normally he gets off the bus here, but someone has to be outside waiting for him, or they are to take him home.
The bus normally comes at 11:20.
Panic.
A quick look outside says that the bus has not been here yet, there are other people waiting.
I go to the door.
The bus pulls up, Tyler flies off the bus in his normal fashion.
In the confusion...I forget to call him Mom, who is still standing outside waiting for a bus that is obviously not going to stop there.

And that was not the last child we would lose yesterday.

But before that.

Shawnee shows up for Gracelyn.

I say,
"You know that jewelry from that party that I had for you last week that was supposed to show up this week?  Well I never got it."

Many phone calls ensued.
Turns out, the wrong address was put on the box.
UPS delivered the box to someones front porch.
Not sure where the front porch was.
Just a front porch.

Shawnee suggests that maybe I should check my front porch.
Sometimes she has her mother's gift of sarcasm.
It is not fun when it is directed at me.

I tell her that I HAVE indeed checked my front porch and it is not there
Several more phone calls,
shirts coming out of the dryer.
Still working to replace the job that Gracelyn helped me with.

The BIG UPS number,
the local UPS number.
I go to find our driver.
Find him on Main Street.

Did you remember that I have a sore foot through all of this?
I step out of the car.
The pavement is uneven.
I sprain the ankle on the bad foot leg.

Now I am really limping.

Back to the shop
More shirts coming out of the dryer.
More phone calls.
And where is Gracelyn.
Inside
Outside
Yelling
Yelling Louder
Panic yelling
JWS shuts of the shirt press.
He is yelling also
Eight and one half months pregnant Shawnee yelling.
Did I mention my MIL showed up in the middle of all that?
Yelling.

JWS finds her behind the dumpster, totally unaware, blowing seeds off dandelions.

Heart restarted
2:00PM

Our friend shows up with his three month old chocolate lab.
The shop then turns into a ball game between a three year old and a three month old.   The three month old outsizes the three year old considerably.

Does the confusion never end?

I look at JWS and mouth
NIGHT SHIFT
We really need to work night shift.
That would free up the days for the confusion to reign.

Everyone leaves.
Including JWS.
He has to deliver more shirts.
He closes the truck door to pull out and I see the shirts that he needs to deliver...
still sitting on the counter.
Disaster averted.
He has the wrong box of shirts.

More calls on the missing jewelry.

Fix the job that Gracelyn helped with.

JWS comes back
4:30
He says he is going to Jenn's to cook the chicken for the birthday party tonight.
I stare,
really?
REALLY?
REALLY?????

Before he can leave, another of his friends shows up to visit.
This one does NOT have a dog.

This one, however knows who owns the camp where the jewelry was delivered.
Not a house, a camp.
He also knows an entire story about the people that own the camp.
then....
he says,
"That woman works at the hardware store in Rural Valley"

I call the hardware store.

She has the jewelry.

A.)1 800 CALL UPS.

or
B.) Ask your local carpenter friend.

I am going with selection B


5:00PM

Leave work and go get the jewelry.

Did I mention that somewhere along the line (about the bee tire swing time) my car reappeared?

I broke the rear drive train.
So for now, my all wheel drive vehicle is just front wheel drive.
$$$$$$
and it will be fixed.

Then I get home, dodge flying golf balls and a battery operated gator, get my car parked,
rush in the house,
change clothes,
wrap birthday presents,
two Aleve,
chased with a half a glass of red wine,
and off to a birthday party,
next door.


One of the girls wanted to know if I had the jewelry sorted...




I had other photos on here...they disappeared. 
Aren't you glad...this was enough for the day!