Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I Promised...

Yes, I did promise that I would show you how my very first sewing project turned out...so here we go..  My Pretty Spring Pillow
Yep, I did it....and I am currently working on another one.  It was actually fun once I got over my fear and as long as you don't look too close, it's pretty decent work.
Here's how I did it..

What you'll need:
fabric (whatever you like, mine is just cotton fabric I picked up at Hobby Lobby)
ribbon, in coordinating color and preferably no more than an inch wide
a bag of at least 100 buttons in coordinating color(s)
coordinating thread
fabric glue
a bag of poly-fill

step one: measure fabric out to the size of pillow you want.(Mine is 12" x 12") and cut to length, making two squares, one for each side of pillow. Make sure you allow an extra inch for the seam. 

step two: choose where you want your flowers to be and draw two circles, one large and one small, with tailor's chalk or a light pencil.

step three: cut ribbon to the length that you want your stem and sew onto fabric using a straight stitch. 

step four: glue buttons into the circle (you can sew them if you're really ambitious)

step five: Once the glue is dry, turn the "good" sides of the fabric so they are facing each other and
pin together.

step six: pin and sew the two squares together using a 1/2 inch seam.

step seven: when you get to the last side of the square, leave about 3 inches open so you can turn
your fabric right side out and push in the poly-fill.

Once you get the poly-fill in, hand stitch the last 3 inches closed on the pillow...and voila! A pretty spring pillow to brighten your decor!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Ankylosaurus

I've come to face the fact that my kids are officially smarter than me.  If you have children of your own, you're probably thinking, "join the club", but the only problem I have with this concept is that my kids are only 5 & 3.

I understand that most parents think that their kid is the smartest or cutest or most talented of the herd on any given day, so I am not writing this to brag about how smart my kids are (well, maybe a tiny bit). I simply would like you to look into the snow globe of my life for a minute and see what it is like to live with children that ask to go see a power plant or wind mill farm on any given Saturday morning. 

I like to place the blame on The Engineer.  For those of you that don't know my hubby, he is super smart. If I really want to ruffle his feathers I refer to him as Sheldon (the crazy nerd from the show "The Big Bang Theory"). He gets a little testy about this, so I try not to do it too often....maybe only 2 or 3 times a day....but especially when he explains all the math that they do on the show, (come on, he deserves it at that point!)  He has a degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Illinois (thus the nickname The Engineer)and can explain pretty much anything in the world. 

my dinosaurs
showing their.....tales
I knew I was in trouble when my son Benjamin asked my Husband one day, while we were driving in the car, "Dad, why is the sky blue?" and The Engineer proceeded to explain it to him...and it went something like this.... "As light moves through the atmosphere, most of the longer wavelengths pass straight through. Little of the red, orange and yellow light is affected by the air. However, much of the shorter wavelength light is absorbed by the gas molecules. The absorbed blue light is then radiated in different directions. It gets scattered all around the sky. Whichever direction you look, some of this scattered blue light reaches you. Since you see the blue light from everywhere overhead, the sky looks blue." .......Ben was 3 years old at the time. I can't imagine the look I had on my face as The Engineer rattled off this answer,  but I was even more floored when Ben said, "Oh, OK!"

And of course, Christopher, my youngest has absorbed a lot of these explanations for things over the last 3 years. Today, I took him and my Mother with me shopping, and he naturally wanted to bring a toy with him into the store.  This is normally fine with me because it keeps him busy and his fingers off of the merchandise. Today he picked to bring a plastic dinosaur from the thousands of toys that live in our house. As we were picking out our purchases, the sales lady came up to him and said, "I like your dinosaur." And he replied very quickly, "It's a Ankylosaurus."

Well you can imagine what happened next, her eyes got really big and she was speechless for a moment.  She asked, "How old are you?" and he replied "Free".  Which is "three" in Chris' world. The eighth wonder of the world should officially be why Chris cannot say three but he can pronounce Ankylosaurus.  She giggled and looked at me and I told her that he is correct, it is an Ankylosaurus and that now she can understand my pain. Then he became the entertainment for the next 15 minutes in the store, while the next sales lady was instructed to ask him about his dinosaur. 

I've come to accept the fact that the boys will correct me whenever I read about dinosaurs to them, as I continue to pronounce the names wrong.  I can accept the fact that Ben can explain to me what a Theropod is (I'll let you look that one up for yourself). I can even accept the fact that Ben is really close to doing simple addition faster than me.  I can accept all this because I love every minute.  I love my husband's "nerdiness" and I love it even more that I am seeing it in my sons everyday. God bless nerds! 

Friday, February 24, 2012

The Raccoon

If you have ever been in my salon then you know we like a little sparkle....okay, a LOT of sparkle. In fact, the more the better is our usual mantra. Any given day, you could come in and at least one of us that work there have some sort of sparkle, glitter or shimmer somewhere on our person. It is such a "thing" with us, that Kenzie, a stylist, actually made us customized aprons with bling on them for Christmas.. and we LOVE them!

 I come by it honest, after all I am my Mother's daughter. My Mother has always been a glitter fanatic. My Sister and I nicknamed her the Raccoon while we were growing up because if it was shiny, she was attracted to it in a "walk into on-coming traffic" kind of a way. We joked and poked fun the way teenagers do, thinking that we were much to cool to ever like anything that she would like. Then slowly through my twenties, I noticed my wardrobe, jewelry, and even make-up started to have that certain "twinkle". One day it finally happened, the realization hit me that I am just like my Mom, ridiculously attracted to anything shiny, I have become the Raccoon.

Well, last summer this Raccoon was looking for new artwork to hang in the salon. Tired of all the hair posters that had taken up the walls, I wanted something classier and with a little sparkle.
On vacation with my family on Fort Myers Beach, I went into a little boutique that caught my eye and saw a few beautiful pieces of artwork that would have been perfect. Oil paintings of a woman's high heel, hat or sunglasses adorned the walls of this little shop, but most importantly, the artwork had rhinestones embedded in the paint....it was awesome...until I looked at the price tags. I came home from our trip with those paintings in my head trying to come up with a way to do something like them.

One day while walking through Hobby Lobby I came upon a few posters that I knew I had to have.  They were gorgeous prints of photographs taken back in the 50's of women in full "glam". They were so classy I knew I had to have them for the salon, and even better, they were on sale! The only thing that slowed me down was that I was going to miss that sparkle.  Then it hit me what to do, so I gave all the posters and frames to the unsuspecting young man that was helping me and asked him to meet me up front at the cash register and I hurried over to the scrap booking department.

Now there is usually only one of two reasons you would ever find me in the scrap booking department. The first being that I am completely lost and wandered in accidentally, or second,  I am delirious with fever and should be taken to the hospital immediately. There is just something about the whole scrap booking process that gives me the hives. But here I am making a mad dash in to find clear, self-adhesive rhinestones, cause baby I have a plan. I will soon have glittery artwork.

Since I have hung my sparkly prints on the walls, I have had several people ask me where I got them. When I tell them that I made them, they want to know how I did it. So, I thought I would share it with you here and maybe you can come up with your own glittery piece of art for your walls.


I took a print of this photo and several like it...


and added the corresponding size of rhinestone onto the jewelry in the photo. I tried to get it to match up as closely as I could.  

Then I put it in a frame and had a wonderfully blingy piece of art.
I know it's a little hard to tell in this photo how it looks, especially with the reflection, but it gives the art a 3-D look.
I think this would be awesome in a bathroom, and especially a little girls room with more youthful art subjects. All I know is that it is definitely not the last time I will be "blinging" up art.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Project Runway

I've had many friends ask me why I am so intent on learning to sew and to be honest, I am not quite sure of the answer. I'd like to blame it on Pinterest, but I can honestly say that I had the obsession long before I became aware of (what I like to refer to as) the "Black Hole of Time" that is Pinterest. And as long as I am being honest, Pinterest stresses me out at little. I can see my sister shaking her head at this, since I got her addicted to it not so long ago, but it's still true. 

Well, come on now, when are we honestly going to have time to do all those things?  It's wicked fun to dream,  but I find my "creative self " frustrated that I have to do such trivial things as sleep and eat and take care of my children, when I could be doing something like recycling old pop cans into some kind of craft organization idea that would save the world.

I've been a member for a while now, and have learned to step back a little from the Pinterest world, to do things like laundry and cooking, maybe even bathe. Now I try to only get on "The Black Hole of Time" when I am looking for a specific idea or I am bored (which is never). So with that being said, I would definitely say, it wasn't Pinterest that urged me onto the sewing train.

One of my personality flaws is that I want to do things without asking for help and I want it done yesterday.  Yep, I know it's hard to believe, after all, I seem so serene, but it's true. So I found myself with decorating ideas or projects that I would dream up and no way to execute it by myself because, you guessed it, I didn't know how to sew.

It kind of came to a head when I was searching for a new bedroom set for my youngest son, Chris.  Chris is obsessed with horses, and when I say obsessed, I mean we eat, breathe, and think horses from sun up, til sun down here at the ranch. No, I don't really live on a ranch, but I feel that way because my house is full of horses! So naturally, I begin looking for "big boy" bedroom sets with horses, and much to my dismay, could only find western themes or themes for infants.

So, I get the idea to make a quilt. (insert diabolical giggle here) Yes, I know, as I pointed out earlier, I have no idea how to sew, but that doesn't stop me. After all, it was just going to be a simple square quilt, no fancy shmancy stuff, so how hard could it be?  I drag my Mother to Jo Ann Fabrics and proceed to pick out all kinds of fabric to make a horse quilt, I make my purchase and take it all home. I do the math and figure out each square size and how the pattern will be put together....and then I stare at it for many days..okay, maybe even weeks, wondering what am I going to do now?

Well, I do what any hard working American Mother would do, I take all my pieces and parts of unfinished quilt and dump it on my friend. And bless her heart, over the next few weeks, she proceeds to make not only a beautiful horse quilt out of the chaos that I gave her, but shams, curtains, and even a throw pillow. It was fantastic, inspiring,  and I knew right then and there, that even if it kills me, I WILL learn to sew, so help me God!

So now you are wondering what happened last night when I sat down with my sewing machine and began to thread it for the first time, aren't you? Actually it was rather anti-climactic. I did it - on the first try -  and I didn't even sew my fingers together! (Which I was pretty sure that the finger thing was a good possibility and then I'd get to blog about my trip to the ER.) I put everything where the directions told me to put it, and proceeded to sew up an old pillow case with all the different stitches that my little machine was capable of. So all I can say at this point is, "Project Runway, here I come!"


the proof..

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Just Getting Started...

Hi everyone!  Welcome to my new blog.  I'm still working on getting my content updated but I will posting info on hairstyles, make-up, crafting, and cooking.  I will also highlight my two adorable boys, my latest obsessions and any other trends that catch my fancy.  Look forward to sharing with you all!