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Friday, July 29, 2011

Make a Daisy Hair Clip {tutorial}

Can you say cute?  Now you, too, can be the owner of an adorable little clip (you or your favorite little girl, whatever).  For this project you'll need

  • White fabric
  • Needle and white thread
  • scissors
  • fabric glue (I used Fabri-tac)
  • hair clip (and ribbon to cover, optional)
  • Yellow brad, button, or fabric covered button
  • white felt
Using scissors or a rotary cutter, cut six 2" squares.


Like this.


Now fold it once...


twice...


three times.


Fold the edges down to form the petals.


Clip the excess off,


so it's even.


Now stitch through the middle, making sure to catch all the layers.


Repeat that for all six petals.



Pull it tight.  Stitch back through the first petal to secure; knot and trim the thread.


Now attach the center.  I used an oversized yellow brad, but a button or a fabric covered button would look adorable too.  I secured it with fabric glue.  I would stitch the button to the backside.  See next picture.


Cut a small circle of felt and glue to secure the back of the daisy.  I made sure to get the glue in between the petals and on as much contact surface as possible.


I covered a hair clip with light green ribbon (I used hot glue, and just wrapped the ribbon on all sides of the clip).

Use fabric glue to adhere the flower to the hair clip.


Ta-da!  This will look adorable in your little friend's hair!! (or yours, whatever)

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Freedom


We celebrated the Fourth of July in style this year.  We got to the parade super early and had donuts and chocolate milk while we waited.  We met a bunch of friends there, one of whom had the brilliance to bring his canopy, so we sat in the cool shade and enjoyed the parade.


This little thing was all about celebrating the USA.


Much candy was scored by all.


Buddy was very happy about it.


Have I told you lately how much I love this little girl????


My sweet J and Girlie.


Priceless.


Some of our friends hosted the best barbecue.  They had a terrific backyard.  Almost three acres for the kids to run around and explore.


How did my little peanut get so big so fast?


The first smores of the season. The kids were thrilled with the HUGE marshmallows.

We came back home and did even more sparklers and pop its.


Happy Birthday America!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

How much is too much?

So I got this new rug.  It took quite a few discussions, but it's finally here and I LOVE the way it looks.

Except, it kind of seems to be coming apart.  It is 100% wool, so I know it's going to shed, but...

It's got long fibers that have come unknotted and are sticking up like this all over the place.


Do you see them?

And it's shedding like a dog in...shedding season.  I don't know much about dogs.  You get my point, though.


So my question is...how much is too much?  When do I send it back?  I love it, so I'm not wanting to send it back.  J would have done so yesterday.  Well, actually, he'd rather it was never here in the first place, but now that it's here and getting his black socks all hairy, he's one unhappy camper.

I have limited time to decide.  Tell me what you think.  Please. 

Monday, July 25, 2011

"I'm going to cut up your credit cards"

I haven't been getting too much sleep lately.  You'd think that since things have settled down around here, I'd happily tuck in at about 9:30 or so.  You'd be so wrong.  First, J and I routinely check in with America's Got Talent on hulu and see what the mini hip hop dancers or sword swallowers have to offer. Then he goes to bed, and for whatever reason I stay up.  I think maybe I like being in a quiet house, knowing all my lovies are tucked in bed, alseep and safe.  It's nice having the joint to myself for a few minutes. 

But I do get tired, and I'm discovering funny things about Tired Me.  Like, I shouldn't go shopping.  I got back from helping a friend at about midnight the other night.  I checked my email before I went to sleep, where I was reminded that there was an online-only Black Friday in July sale.  Hmmm...I should just check it out.  It just started, after all.  I'll just look.  Well, two hours later I climb into bed, and forget all about it.  But then, 5-7 business days later, packages started arriving at my doorstep.   Oh, fun! ...Wait a minute.  Did I order that?  What the heck?  These jeans don't even fit me.  Why are there three pairs?  I would never order a cardigan with beads around the neck.  What was I thinking?  A three-cup food processor?  J came down in the morning and said, "It always scares me to find your credit card next to your laptop."    Most of the stuff will be going back to the store, except for a pair of jeans that I decided to keep as "incentive jeans".  When I can comfortably fit into them (I had gotten all bunked up with juniors vs. misses sizes), I will feel really good.  When I told a friend that, she replied, "I have a whole closet of 'incentive jeans'".  She makes me laugh.

The other night I was shopping for a baby shower the next day.  I thought I could depend on Target to close at a reasonable hour and maybe save me from myself.  Well, in case you didn't know, I have a weakness for baby clothes, especially little girl ones.  I wandered around Target for way too long, my cart getting fuller and fuller with every aisle.  When I finally left, it was past 10:30 p.m. (No, don't tell me I should wear a watch or look at my phone.  That would make life too easy).  As I looked at my haul the next morning, I kind of wondered what maniac had stuffed my cart full of all these things and made me buy them.

J woke up frowny and said, "I was not very happy with you last night."  ("last night"=in his dream).  "Oh, no.  What did I do?" This ought to be good.  "Well," he said, "you went crazy shopping. (I did).  You bought a new rug (I did), and a {something I can't remember} (I did not), and a cabinet full of craft stuff to go on the back terrace (I would never do that--the rain would ruin it)."  Later that morning he looked around and saw the rug (which he already knew about), and then the miscellaneous pile of returns and said, "My dream is coming true!!!" 

Tired Me should not shop, friends.  Or, I guess on the other hand, if there's something that you want, just wake me up and tell me it's a good deal.  Apparently, I'll buy it. Or maybe three.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My American Girl

Disclaimer:  I, quite shockingly, almost had nothing to take pictures with on our outing.  My nice camera didn't have a memory card, I'd forgotten my phone, I was left with the measly camera on our video camera.  Terrible quality pictures, but at least I got some!!


Our magical girlie date was on Saturday.  I got up and to the mall by 5:30 a.m. to stand in line so that when they started handing out tickets at 6:00 a.m. to get into the store at 9:00 a.m., I would be ready.  I heard some people who were there from Portland and thought "Man, they are hard core".  Then I realized that I was standing at the mall in the freezing rain at 5:30 a.m. to get into a doll store and thought "Touche".



This was the best girlie date ever.  Girlie squeezed my hand so tight as we stood in line, she was so excited.  They had lots of little gifts and crafts for the girls to do.  Little girls with their dolls just giggled.  The excitement was almost palpable.  Once in the store, Girlie's eyes grew huge and I think she was a little overwhelmed by it all. 


They had the cutest displays with the most adorable outfits and the most darling furniture and accessories.  It was hard not to succumb to the American Girl frenzy and fill the oversized shopping bags with accessories, dolls, and playsets. 

I will be the first to admit that they ask an exorbitant amount of money for all this cute stuff, but, oh goodness, if you had seen her face when I told her she could pick out a doll. 



I did get an extra outfit, because they suckered me in (even though I didn't fall for the $8 doll brush that they tried to talk me into).  But it was a special, and I'm saving it to give at Christmas.

She was SO excited.  She finally picked the perfect doll (though at the last minute she wanted to get a $75 play horse instead, which we didn't do).

She made a crown at a craft station.  They also had karaoke, which we didn't do, but I'm sure Girlie could have rocked it if she'd wanted to. :)

Meet Kanani, the newest member of our family. (I think it also helped her deal with the unexpected death of Nemo this morning.  Poor thing just cried.  We had a little fish funeral, sang a song, and all said nice things about Nemo before we sent him on his "final swim" down the toilet).

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Saturday is a special day...

The good thing is that I think I've almost caught up in pictures after this.  The bad thing is that I was really behind.  The good thing is that you'll be getting a conscise, pocket-sized version of our life, sparing you any of the painstaking details.  The bad thing is that there will be no painstaking details to read 10 years from now when I, perhaps, want to read the painstaking details.  Let's go.

Sweetie and Daddy at the Easter egg hunt at the Brawner's house.  It was awesome--huge egg hunt, bouncy house, delicious food.

Don't know if you can tell, but the girls have matching shirts.  I know, I know.  Cheesy mama. :)


My, what handsome boys!




Easter morning


Girlie's "Go Fish" musical at the end of school.  She was the cutest square-dancing seahorse you've ever seen.


Fans of the square dancing seahorse


Giddy up!


My tulips looked like peonies--they were amazing!


Royal wedding party thrown by my friend, Megan.  Oh, yes, those are tiaras we're all wearing.  I wore my pearls for the rest of the day.  The wedding was just dreamy.


Kiddos took swimming lessons.  At least one of them can almost swim now.  Work in progress.


My Mother's Day wish was for us to wear our matchy-matchy Easter clothes again so I could finally get a picture. You would have thought I asked everyone to eat staples.  Hey, the heart wants what it wants.

Okay, now, can I just tell you what I am SOOOOO excited about?  This Saturday, an American Girl store is opening up at the local mall.  Girlie and are going to the grand opening for a girlie date, and ...shhhhh....I am going to let her pick out a doll!!  Oh my goodness I'm just bursting with excitement!  She is going to be so thrilled!!  She never really asks for things, so it is really fun to surprise her!  Yes, there was a bit of a debate between the finance dad and the I-loved-them-when-I-was-little mama, but the "good memories" argument won out in the end. (I remember fondly going to the mall with my mom to pick out a cornsilk Cabbage Patch doll.  She was blonde and blue eyed.  Her name was Estra Zara.  I thought I would be happy forever.)  Oh, goodness!  We've been poring over the latest catalog, and I've gathered a bunch of American Girl dress patterns that I'm going to make for our new doll.  Okay, it started because we were at the mall and saw the store getting set up.  So we found out the details of the opening--crafts, dolls, etc.  Girlie was so excited and wanted to bring Alexis, her favorite doll--a Target version of American Girl dolls.  Well...Alexis is missing a leg, eyelashes, the skin-colored paint is missing from one eyelid, and her hair is completely matted.  She is... 'well loved'.  We didn't know if it would be a good idea to bring her.  So we came up with this idea instead, and I can't WAIT for Saturday!!!!!!!

(You can totally tell this doll is for her and not at all for me, right?)