Lauren says, D is for Dad:
Tracey says, D is for Deconstruct:
I will share with you, but only you, the trick of getting the Museum of Science in Cambridge all to your self. Go first thing on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. It was lovely.
I’ve got my Alphabet Sunday shot all cued up and ready to roll. D will be for the Science Museum this week. Don’t worry I used to teach kids to read, you are in the hands of a licensed professional.
Something I am really really excited about is this Flickr group. The TtV or Through the Viewfinder shots are so inspirational.
Today at my father-in-laws place I borrowed his Minolta Autocord and fashioned a sleeve from a cracker box and took some shots off his balcony. His camera was busted and couldn’t be focused but I was giddy to be taking the shots up there on the scary high balcony. I took the shots with my Nikon through the box and ultimately through the viewfinder of his old camera. Check out the Flickr group and see some of the elaborate contraptions that folks have made.
I am feeling an awakening of creativity lately, more like a redefinition of what craft is. I haven’t sewed much, made a collage or crocheted something but I have been taking photographs and it makes me feel so connected to others and then back to myself somehow. And then there is thrift. I told my husband the other day that thrifting was my craft and we laughed but now I think maybe it’s true. I feel like I’m exercising my creativity when I see something in a thrift store and think of a new use for it or know that it would sell and that someone else, somewhere, will treasure it.
Ok, is it the turkey overload or maybe the wine? I don’t know but I’m getting weepy tender feelings about thrifting and/or TTV photography. I guess I am grateful for new things. For learning something today I did not know yesterday. I am thankful that we have the option to not be stagnant.
Here is my first TtV shot:
Slightly different perspective.
Another one from today.
This wispy hair in this one brings me back to being weepy. If I am this reflective and weepy on Thanksgiving, what in the heck am I going to be like on New Years for sh#t sake?!!!
But who is the Turkey?
I saw this turkey craft at Bella Dia and immediately envisioned it on the Thanksgiving table. What cuteness, what family goodness, what bragging rights…what a mess!
I invited a friend and her son over for dinner and to get in on the crafty fun. We talked up the project to the kids, traced their hands and I want to type that we had a loving conversation about all we were grateful for while humming kumbaya but it very quickly turned into a grumpfest of epic proportions. The kids were running around banging objects with vigor and warning bells went off in our heads fairly early that this was not going to be the simple craft we originally thought.
Their hands were at once so pudgy and so small. We traced and my friend started sewing the little hands, like sides together, while I worked on cutting life sized turkey feathers out of the felt. An aside, did you know you can get eco-fi felt made from post-consumer plastic bottles? Messed up crafts for the Earth!
Here is the first frog turkey:
So this one was abandoned and we moved on to plan B, sewing but not turning the turkeys inside out. But imagine in the meantime kids doing kid stuff (pandemonium) + craft-frustrated moms with short tempers. I’m just thankful it’s over.
The potato bar helped sooth all frayed nerves. That’s right, dinner at my house is first class all the way. Butter AND sour cream baby.
We went with bigger hands and managed to construct the wonkiest birds this side of Thanksgiving.
And for comedic value here is a comparative between the talented Miss Dia’s Turkey and ours:
Yeah. They can’t all be beauties.
Happy Thanksgiving friends!
Keep on Truckin’ Turkin’ ,
Last night was craft night, a rockin’ good time as usual! I decided to make a pair of pants for my little one out of a thrifted sweater. I gained inspiration here and here. I bought a couple of sweaters on half-off day, for a buck each. I have a really cool nubby one on deck but I started with the fake chenille sweater.
Here is my little one this morning on the way to drop his brother off at school wearing the pants that I crafted with much help from my group.
It took me three tries to get the seam right. Kate dubbed my first attempts, “Crotch-hawk pants”. Seems a little wrong now that I write it and there are sweet little shots of my bubulah in the pants but last night it was tear inducing hilarious. I just could not visualize how the two arms would come together to make a pair of pants. Chris saved the day, moving next to me and basically holding my hand through the process (Thank you muchly!). On the third attempt they came out looking like pants. Pants that fit my 6 year old but with a generous roll up at the bottom they are pants that fit my 2 year old as well! The best part is that Lauren turned the body of the sweater into pants for her son, matching buddy pants!!! I have hilarious shots of her first pass at the pants which I’ll post later with her after shot! Funny how I didn’t manage to capture my wonky stage. The last bit of the sweater was turned into a dickie which I can’t wait to give to my secret swap partner at the next craft night! She’s going to LOVE it! So don’t fret, no sweater was wasted in the making of these pants.
I encourage you to give this a go. It is the best kind of craft; cheap, fun, a little challenging (for me anyhoo, maybe you are an A+ student) and can be done in one sitting!
Now if this was someone else’s blog they might write about how I feel asleep in this chair during Top Chef after eating a few too many wontons but since said person has not put a blog together we won’t be speaking of it.
This was the scene in my house yesterday:
The temperature got down to 56 degrees inside yesterday and 54 this morning so we broke down and turned the heat on. We were hoping to hold out until Thanksgiving. The problem is our apartment isn’t insulated. At all. Built by an owner not planning to reside in it is the only answer I can come up with to the question of why someone would build an uninsulated house in New England. So it always feels like we are paying (SO MUCH) to heat the great outdoors. We’ll supplement the heat with fleece ponchos I made.
Here’s a winning tutorial: 1) buy a couple yards of fleece, depending on the size poncho you intend to make 2) figure out the middle and cut a spot big enough for your noggin (or the noggin belonging to the person you are making the poncho for) 3) stick it over your head and curl up on the couch with your similarly poncho-ed loved ones. Don’t say I never taught you anything!
(poncho not pictured!)
And if you want a tutorial on how to make sock mittens, just leave a comment and I’ll email you some special instructions. ;)