The ice cream cone piñata that Mom and I made:
Sad Mouse with black eye:
Showing posts with label Craft projects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Craft projects. Show all posts
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Happy Massacre!
When I bought the gingerbread trains for my nephews, I also picked up a gingerbread house for me. Unfortunately, the weekend was just too crazy for me to do anything with it, so it's been sitting in my cupboard for the last two months. When I found out Mom was giving a Valentine's Day talk, I knew what I was going to do with the gingerbread house!
And because Mom mentioned the Valentine's Day Massacre in her talk and I had some extra pieces in the gingerbread house kit, well...
And because Mom mentioned the Valentine's Day Massacre in her talk and I had some extra pieces in the gingerbread house kit, well...
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Thing 1 and Thing 2
I shall take a leaf from Sherri's book and say that I am knitting multiple Things right now. Thing 1 is for me, and it is on the back burner until after the holidays. Things 2 and 3 are gifts which are started but have been interrupted so I can start Thing 4, which is a Very Important Present for someone who needs some extra love right now.
Having access to television shows on the interwebbinets is doing wonders for my knitting time. I'm progressing all over the place. In fact, Thing 2 is ¾ done, and I am confident that it will be done by Yuletide. I've also watched almost all of season 6 of Project Runway.
On Sunday, I will have at least two hours of knitting time, as Mom and I are driving to Pittsburgh to take my great-aunt out to lunch to celebrate her 88th birthday. I will volunteer to drive one way so Mom can knit, and she can drive the other way.
In the "I have to laugh so I don't cry" files, when I got home tonight, the bill from the vet was in my mailbox. I took a deep breath and opened it, only to find that they'd charged the euthanasia & cremation to Little Miss.
I called the vet's office, and fortunately, the staff smartass answered the phone. I said, "Hi, it's Jammies, and I got the bill for the E&D. Unfortunately, you put it on Little Miss's chart. She's over there eating her dinner, and she's the liveliest damn dead dog I've ever seen!"
Little Miss is very interested in my knitting--in fact, last night I caught her noshing on the length of yarn I was about to use. Please note that all knitted items will be washed before gifting so there is no dog slobber included (unless you feel that adds to the value--drop me a line and I'll leave your Thing unwashed).
Okay, time to knit!
Having access to television shows on the interwebbinets is doing wonders for my knitting time. I'm progressing all over the place. In fact, Thing 2 is ¾ done, and I am confident that it will be done by Yuletide. I've also watched almost all of season 6 of Project Runway.
On Sunday, I will have at least two hours of knitting time, as Mom and I are driving to Pittsburgh to take my great-aunt out to lunch to celebrate her 88th birthday. I will volunteer to drive one way so Mom can knit, and she can drive the other way.
In the "I have to laugh so I don't cry" files, when I got home tonight, the bill from the vet was in my mailbox. I took a deep breath and opened it, only to find that they'd charged the euthanasia & cremation to Little Miss.
I called the vet's office, and fortunately, the staff smartass answered the phone. I said, "Hi, it's Jammies, and I got the bill for the E&D. Unfortunately, you put it on Little Miss's chart. She's over there eating her dinner, and she's the liveliest damn dead dog I've ever seen!"
Little Miss is very interested in my knitting--in fact, last night I caught her noshing on the length of yarn I was about to use. Please note that all knitted items will be washed before gifting so there is no dog slobber included (unless you feel that adds to the value--drop me a line and I'll leave your Thing unwashed).
Okay, time to knit!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
One little project completed
A soap sack for my secret swappee, Kate, made of 100% cotton Sugar and Cream yarn:
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Learning to fish is hard!
If you've heard me tell this story before, skip to the next paragraph. My mother is good with an awful lot of things, but she's got at most basic skills with a computer. One time, my dad was trying to get her to branch out, and used the old "Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day/Teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime." bit on her. Mom said, "Just shut up and give me the damn fish." It's hilarious both because my mother rarely swears, and also because it's the perfect exasperated response.
The last six weeks, Mom and I have been giving each other fish. She's cast on and cast off my knitting, fixed dropped or extra stitches, told me how to find my gauge, etc. I've been monitoring her new work e-mail, doing attachments and switching identities, etc.
On Friday, before she left for a week in NYC with my dad and my nephew, Mom sent three e-mails with attachments herself. When she was doing the second one, trying to remember the next step without me prompting her, she said, "Learning to fish is hard." If you know my mom, you can hear her saying that. If you don't know her, just imagine a quiet, ladylike voice saying this in a tone of mingled resignation and pouting. She did it, though, sent all three e-mails with coaching but no stepping in for me.
With that in mind, this morning after my two cups of coffee, I watched the long-tail cast on video at Knitting Help about ten times, started my own cast, unraveled, re-watched the video, tried again, rinsed and repeated until I had 60 stitches on #7 needles, and then knitted an inch while I watched last week's episode of The Amazing Race.
It's just a bluegill, but I did it. :)
The last six weeks, Mom and I have been giving each other fish. She's cast on and cast off my knitting, fixed dropped or extra stitches, told me how to find my gauge, etc. I've been monitoring her new work e-mail, doing attachments and switching identities, etc.
On Friday, before she left for a week in NYC with my dad and my nephew, Mom sent three e-mails with attachments herself. When she was doing the second one, trying to remember the next step without me prompting her, she said, "Learning to fish is hard." If you know my mom, you can hear her saying that. If you don't know her, just imagine a quiet, ladylike voice saying this in a tone of mingled resignation and pouting. She did it, though, sent all three e-mails with coaching but no stepping in for me.
With that in mind, this morning after my two cups of coffee, I watched the long-tail cast on video at Knitting Help about ten times, started my own cast, unraveled, re-watched the video, tried again, rinsed and repeated until I had 60 stitches on #7 needles, and then knitted an inch while I watched last week's episode of The Amazing Race.
It's just a bluegill, but I did it. :)
Friday, March 05, 2010
Works in Progress
Mine:
Mom's:
It's so easy to tell who the novice is that there's not much point in posting these, but they made me grin.
Oh, and I'm done with my lame-ass square!
Mom's:
It's so easy to tell who the novice is that there's not much point in posting these, but they made me grin.
Oh, and I'm done with my lame-ass square!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Jammies has a knitting lesson
Ahhh, irony, I am your bitch. At lunchtime, Mom and I talked about Boy Bull Moose from the water fitness classes, who is very sweet. I said that as much as I thought he was a nice person, being near him in either of the water classes was like being at Ground Zero in the Bellagio water fountain show. Then I had to explain what the Bellagio is, what they do with their fountain, and that led to me telling her about the guys at Eepy Bird and the Diet Coke & Mentos Bellagio re-enactment.
Mom has offered several times to teach me to knit, but it wasn't until very recently that I had a reason to want to learn. Today, after we'd both eaten lunch, she brought out two knitting needles and yarn that she had cast on for me, and showed me how to knit. Amid many smartass remarks (all from me, of course) I managed to do about 20 stitches on my own. That took about 15 minutes, and I set the knitting on my lap and took a big swig of my Diet Coke. Unfortunately, it was semi-warm and what I got was almost all bubbles, which went up my nose, down my airway, and back out in a spectacular spit-take and one hell of a coughing jag. I also managed to lose control of my bladder, and since I drink water constantly, I wound up coming home early.
Note to self: sip, don't gulp.
Note to everyone else: it's okay to laugh yourself silly over this. I certainly did. However, hurtful comments will be deleted. I'm a delicate flower, you know.
Mom has offered several times to teach me to knit, but it wasn't until very recently that I had a reason to want to learn. Today, after we'd both eaten lunch, she brought out two knitting needles and yarn that she had cast on for me, and showed me how to knit. Amid many smartass remarks (all from me, of course) I managed to do about 20 stitches on my own. That took about 15 minutes, and I set the knitting on my lap and took a big swig of my Diet Coke. Unfortunately, it was semi-warm and what I got was almost all bubbles, which went up my nose, down my airway, and back out in a spectacular spit-take and one hell of a coughing jag. I also managed to lose control of my bladder, and since I drink water constantly, I wound up coming home early.
Note to self: sip, don't gulp.
Note to everyone else: it's okay to laugh yourself silly over this. I certainly did. However, hurtful comments will be deleted. I'm a delicate flower, you know.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
What a day!
In three weeks, my niece Princess Mathgeek will be visiting my parents for an extended stay. My nephews will join the Princess and Plaid & Flannel Jammies at the Lakeside house for two weeks. Flannel Jammies' sister and four of her six grandchildren will be there also. In August, Plaid Jammies' sister and her family will be at Ogelbay, WV, so the senior Jammies and the younger Pickypants will take part in that reunion.
Two years ago, one of my cousins made family t-shirts for all the kids at Lakeside, and Mom decided she wanted to make two sets of shirts, one for Lakeside and one for Ogelbay. She bought the shirts a while back, and we bought an assortment of iron-on transfer paper. The store didn't have 20 sheets of any one kind, so we wound up with three different brands.
Today, I went out to Mom & Dad's and after I helped Mom weed the front bed where all her roses are and admired her new plant hanger, I tasted-tested the pulled pork and two different sauces she made to take to the Lake (verdict--both sauces were on the bland side but the pork was extremely tender).
After lunch, we loaded the paper into an ink-jet printer, printed off adorable pictures of ice cream cones, sombreros, and logos for the two resorts. Unfortunately, while the small pieces ironed on just fine, the larger pieces refused to melt and we wound up wasting three t-shirts and a lot of printer ink. Fortunately, Mom and I always have fun when we're working together, even if we're both horribly frustrated. I left about an hour after I intended to, having missed both my nap and dinner.
On my way home, I stopped and got gas, and thanks to having yesterday off, I spent about $11 less than I usually do to fill my tank. I figured I would treat myself to Arby's as an antidote to all the frustration. I pulled into the parking lot of the dying little shopping plaza near me, but on my way to the Arby's drive-through, I saw that the guy who sets up a seasonal plant-selling area was having a clearance sale.
I wound up spending $13 and getting two burgundy sweet potato vines, six white petunias, two midnight purple salvias, and eighteen snapdragons. I still haven't eaten dinner because I planted everything and then watered, but a low-blood sugar headache is a pretty cheap price to pay. :)
Oh, and Dad thinks Mom will have better luck using Epson's own iron-on transfer paper, so I saved everything to a folder on his desktop and Mom's going to try again.
Two years ago, one of my cousins made family t-shirts for all the kids at Lakeside, and Mom decided she wanted to make two sets of shirts, one for Lakeside and one for Ogelbay. She bought the shirts a while back, and we bought an assortment of iron-on transfer paper. The store didn't have 20 sheets of any one kind, so we wound up with three different brands.
Today, I went out to Mom & Dad's and after I helped Mom weed the front bed where all her roses are and admired her new plant hanger, I tasted-tested the pulled pork and two different sauces she made to take to the Lake (verdict--both sauces were on the bland side but the pork was extremely tender).
After lunch, we loaded the paper into an ink-jet printer, printed off adorable pictures of ice cream cones, sombreros, and logos for the two resorts. Unfortunately, while the small pieces ironed on just fine, the larger pieces refused to melt and we wound up wasting three t-shirts and a lot of printer ink. Fortunately, Mom and I always have fun when we're working together, even if we're both horribly frustrated. I left about an hour after I intended to, having missed both my nap and dinner.
On my way home, I stopped and got gas, and thanks to having yesterday off, I spent about $11 less than I usually do to fill my tank. I figured I would treat myself to Arby's as an antidote to all the frustration. I pulled into the parking lot of the dying little shopping plaza near me, but on my way to the Arby's drive-through, I saw that the guy who sets up a seasonal plant-selling area was having a clearance sale.
I wound up spending $13 and getting two burgundy sweet potato vines, six white petunias, two midnight purple salvias, and eighteen snapdragons. I still haven't eaten dinner because I planted everything and then watered, but a low-blood sugar headache is a pretty cheap price to pay. :)
Oh, and Dad thinks Mom will have better luck using Epson's own iron-on transfer paper, so I saved everything to a folder on his desktop and Mom's going to try again.
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