The Piano Guys

Wow.

Seriously.

These are all I've been listening to all afternoon.

The Piano Guys.

There's just something about the strings that I've always loved.

I'm guessing it's all wrapped up in memories of my dad playing Vivaldi's Four Seasons all through my childhood. Did you know, when I went off to college I lugged with me my radio/tapedeck/alarmclock and a tape (yes. a tape. yeesh) of Vivaldi's Four Seasons and used to fall asleep to it between settings 1 & 2 so it wouldn't bother the roomie? Truth. Wrap a little classical piano training into my background and I think you can see why I'm smitten with EVERY. SINGLE. VIDEO so far.

Go. Quick. Listen. Thank me later...

Handmade Valentines

Sometimes, after all The Munchkins are abed, I handstitch. You know. Without the machine (gasp!!!)

This little guy...and a few others which are winging their way across this grand ol' US via your friendly, neighborhood postal service...were kind of a kick to make.

 Check out that wonky, mis-folded, handstitched little envelope. I've got skills, yo.

Also? I think I'm funny. I made up the card/reverse applique/saying alllll on my own.
It made the kids groan, so I know it's good.
I based it loosely on the Sew Mama Sew tutorial that I've had bookmarked for forever and ever.

Happy Hearts and Chocolates Day, gang!

Birthday Crowns & Adele

The Biz had a birthday part this weekend.

And she was nervous. This was the first birthday party with friends from her 'new school'.
Let's set aside for the moment that this child is gregarious and bossy and never has trouble making friends... But I forget that we ripped her out of her regular IPS school of two full years to drop her into an amazing Magnet school. I forget that it can be tricky to negotiate the social pitfalls of second grade. Girls start getting catty around then, if I recall correctly. Full of attitude and burgeoning independence these little bits of sass start turning on each other around the age of 8 or so...

Luckily, about 3.5 minutes into the party she was running and screaming and bouncing and laughing without a worry. (Bounce U in Fishers? It's awesome. Simply Awesome.)

And, perhaps The Biz is a little more like her momma than I'm ready to admit, as she wanted to MAKE Miss Kate's birthday gift. Due to tension issues with my machine (yes. again.) we compromised and paired a handmade Felt Birthday Crown with some nifty little cell-phone shaped Walkie Talkies.




Biz sat on my lap and helped me feed the felt through the machine...picked the buttons out of my stash...and chose the general color scheme. So basically she made it herself...mostly...kind of.

Sidenote? Must. Research. Monster High. What in the world is this show and when did everyone get obsessed with it? And further? WHY are the Barbie-style dolls and accessories all $20+ bucks?! Sheesh.

But the crown was a hit...and The Biz's fears on new friends outside of school have been laid to rest and then some.

What an exhausting weekend...

Also, this. Because it's just so perfect.

Personalized Pillows for the Pack

So I made the mistake decision to download the Pinterest app to my phone not too long ago.

Like I don't have enough to do in the evening hours with three Munchkins running around, eight loads of laundry begging to be done and rooms crying to be cleaned? Small wonder it all sits idle, eh?



Anywho, The Monkey was looking over my shoulder the other day when she spied a pin of a tot clutching a pillow that looked just like her brother. She squealed. They all ran over. And my next Pinterest-inspired project was predestined. Just like that.

I'm actually pretty stoked at the way these little cuties turned out.
I just traced the basic head shape from a kitchen cereal bowl, added ears, and sketched out some hair designs. I traced everything onto felt, appliqued the features together and then onto the pillow front first (I used some leftover bits of no-pill fleece for the front and cotton-flannel for the back, to make them soft and squishy. I'm pretty sure at one time or another it was all on clearance at JoAnn's. Because that's how I roll.)

Once the faces were pieced together, I hand embroidered the features on and then proceeded to construct just a basic, easy-peasy, envelope-style closure for the pillow back.

I originally intended to embroider The Munchkins' names on the pillow fronts as well, but once the faces were on there, I thought it would look to busy to add anything else.

Still, they're kind of a riot. The Munchkins love them. And I've got another good, go-to, last-minute birthday- party gift idea to tuck away.

~ Cheers! ~

LTTSA: Baby Doll Carrier

This month's project for the LTTSA over at a little gray was the Bear Carrier.

I've got to say that, out of all the projects I've tackled from this book, this one received the loudest cheer when it was finished. The Monkey was simply over the moon at her new doll carrier.  And I was rather over the moon at my successful attempt at Button Holes!!!  I had some extra large and chunky bright pink buttons in my stash (truth be told, all the materials were bits and pieces I'd had squirreled away, so the overhead on this project was a big fat goose egg. Huzzah!)

This is fatbaby.

Actually, this is fatbaby 2.0

fatbaby's namesake is currently tucked away in a doll bed on the second floor with a black sharpie The Last Airbender Tattoo covering the top of her head, most of the stuffing in her body leaked out, head more-than-slightly off kilter. The Monkey is rough with her loved ones...

fatbaby 2.0 was a gift from Santa this year. And let me tell you what, Santa had to search eight store in three counties before he found an exact replica. That Santa deserves a round of applause, and a drink, she'd settle for a nice Irish Coffee about now though.

The Monkey is always pretty pleased when I whip out the camera.

yes, that's a pot of spaghetti on the front burner. No you may not have any. There's no such thing as leftovers in my house anymore. I have three living, breathing garbage disposals these days... God help me when they hit the teenage years... They'll eat me out of house and home for sure.

This is, obviously, her Blue Steel.

 I think it's safe to say this project was a success!

Happy Sewing, gang!

Sometimes

sometimes...when it has been oneofthosedays... i come home and launch myself onto my bed, scattering rumpled coverlets and sheets and all of the whydoesanyoneneedthismanypillows pillows. and i press my nose down deep into the impression your head made last night, when your arm was flung up carelessly above your bed, fingers just brushing the frosted panes of window glass, notsnoring softly. because you dont snore. mmmhmmm...  and i can just barely still smell that mix of soap and deodarant and shampoo that is you. and i wish you were here. and for just a second? you are,,,

Naptown to Super City... Super Bowl XLVI

I could not BE more proud of my city today.

photo credit: my mom. Thanks, Mom! I totally stole this...

 um...and this...

 

Over the past week I have fallen even more in love with Indianapolis.

And I didn't even think that was possible.





Apparently, hosting a Super Bowl brings out the best in us all.



I volunteered Wednesday through Friday down in Super Bowl Village.
And not only did Volunteering come with its own set of swag, but it also came complete with a renewed sense of civic commitment and pride and dedication to my community at large. Every which way I turned people were smiling, laughing, thanking volunteers... Locals were running around like tourists... Visitors were complimenting locals... it was just this heady combination of a buoyancy of spirit petering off into complete and utter exhaustion (and sore smile muscles) every single day.

But I'm so glad I did it. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.





*photo caveat*

Some of my favorite photos from the past week are currently STUCK on my phone's camera. Which is not cooperating in the technical sense of the word. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the good people of Sprint will be able to retrieve my things from the date black hole in which they've disappeared...pleaseohpleaseohpleaseihope...

In the mean time...enjoy this random photo of Dan & I...being ridiculous last Wednesday night after my first volunteer shift ended. It was a good time. We'll just leave it at that.