Life calmed down just long enough for me to finish up my little handmade surprises for the Pay it Forwardy Giveaway.
Te presento a…
Despite the pink fabrics, I am convinced this elephant is a boy. He has been referred to as “He” by both me and the recipient.
In keeping with the jungle theme:
Also a “He” in my mind, but a sleepy He. I hope he gets plenty of rest in his new home.
Both these little fellers were so cute and hard to give up. I will definitely be making more elephants. I have a ton of ideas for fabric combinations bouncing around in my head. I can’t wait!
I’m… well, I’m usually playing Bingo… But when I’m doing productive things, I’m making my kitchen less boring.
It’s cute to think my kitchen ever looks like that. And by cute, I mean sad, because it doesn’t even look close right now. With the bathroom remodel going on in the renter’s side, life is in flux, his stress is my stress, blah blah blah. At least most of the dishes are clean.
Okay, I mean, it’s not like it’s anything special, but it sure is easier to open the cabinets. I need longer screws for the drawers, but I’m well on my way to a spiffier kitchen. Soon I’ll make the curtains. And I think the Hippy will hate the curtains. Oops! 🙂
I should have been sewing prototype bags. I will get that done, but I’ve been craving curtains in my own home. My windows have been completely naked save for a blanket over the bedroom window and a towel over the bathroom window since we moved in. So… since the end of November.
Ew, ignore that stain on the chair. I really, really, really need to clean the chair, as evidenced by the part that started cleaning itself when I leaned against it with wet hair.
I made two sets of curtains for the living room using a suiting in a color I call “cherry cola.” That picture doesn’t do the color justice. It’s much darker and richer. The suiting has a slubbed texture with darker shades of the red running throughout. I really didn’t want a print because the couch that will eventually be in front of that window is rather busy. I didn’t want a solid because a solid was too boring. When I saw that fabric come off the truck, I knew it was the fabric for my windows.
I may decide to line them someday, just so they don’t fade, but they are purely decorative. I’m not concerned about blocking out light, and the blinds give us privacy. They are floor-to-ceiling, which was slightly unintentional. I didn’t feel like measuring, so I just bought the whole bolt (which ended up being 8 yards, 11 inches). I then split the bolt in thirds, cut two of those thirds in half and the final third in quarters. Added the narrower pieces to the wider pieces, hemmed up the four edges, and poof! Curtains.
I would like to reiterate that other than food and dishes, the best presents I’ve ever been given were power tools. Then directly after that, the knowledge and confidence to use power tools. No woman should ever have to rely on a man to, por ejemplo, put up curtains or build her craft/ironing table. Or put together her Aneboda. She can, however, allow a man the privilege of building something for her, but she shouldn’t rely.
Now I’m off to Target to buy a vaccuum. Oh yeah, haven’t had one of those either. Whoops!
I would like to stress that this is pronounced “NOME.” I think I’ll do a feature on the other blog about gnomes of a different color, but today I feel like highlighting and amazing shop on Etsy that I keep going back to over and over. And once I have… oh… furnature… I will be buying goodies from her because I decided I’m just too lazy to build my own.
Enough secrets. My own what? Terrarium.
Enter GnomeHomes. GnomeHomes is a collaboration between a couple Etsy sellers. Matt is from Haulinoats, which is such an awesome name for a sadly empty shop. Meghan is from 2lilmonkeys, which is another great name and an adorable little shop. But the GnomeHomes… Ooooh, the GnomeHomes…
I’ve been fascinated by terrariums since I was a kid. I know I built one once, but I can’t remember if it was in girl scouts, at school, or in day care. Because I was a kid, I probably ended up ignoring it, then my mom ended up ignoring it, and now I have no more terrariums. I think I would still like to build my own with more folliage, but what I find so appealing about the GnomeHomes is the compactness and the colors. Usually I would say red and green is so very Christmas, but the mushrooms work so well will the moss. Of course, that could be because the descriptions claim the mushrooms are orange, but I see red. The exact color is neither here nor there. What matters is that they look amazing together.
Okay, I concede. These mushrooms are red.
Dear Roman Shades from Hell:
Why did you need to make my life so miserable? You were supposed to be easy. I was just supposed to line you and be done with you. Why did I need to take three evenings of my life ripping stitches out of you? Why did your cords need to break, causing me to have to buy 30 yards more of cording?
Why? Why did you have to kill my machine. Oh, sure, I know you’re thinking that there was nothing about you that could have killed my machine, but you are cursed. Cursed Roman Shades. Your bad juju killed my machine. The poison that surrounded your very being caused me to use the old Janome.
Frankly, you did make me appreciate the Husq. I wouldn’t say my Janome was crappy. I loved that thing. It made me the sewer I am. But it’s loud and it doesn’t have all the perks that come with the Husq. It makes me think I need to bring my Janome in for tuning, but I evidentally need to bring another machine into the hospital (I haven’t mentioned it, but my serger is in the shop).
There is absolutely no reason that I can see that a sewing machine would just stop running midstitch. There’s power getting to the machine. The lights are on, and everyone is home except the pedal. The pedal refuses to talk to the machine. I didn’t move anything, I didn’t touch anything, I didn’t change anything. It just. Stopped. Working.
And I feel that I only have you, Roman Shades, to blame.