I am in a craft group. Sweet words, those. They way it works is that everyone brings what they are working on and we sit and eat and chat and share and work. Feel free to use our revolutionary group as a model for your own craft cell.
I had visions of fabulous photos to share with you that would capture the vibe and all around good time that is craft night. But I realized that it’s not the “stuff” that makes it so enjoyable but the companionship, teasing, laughing (and maybe the wine) that makes it a night I look forward to.
Here is the host of the evening holding the incredible bag she made. She’s a hooker (craft not profession). She made a rug that looks impossible to make by hand but I believe her when she says she made it! She also knits and sews and can make just about anything else I’m sure! Thank you for hosting at your lovely house, for making yummy eats and for putting up with all our (ok, mostly my) stories of what squicks us out.
This crafty lady likes a little peach wine cooler with her crafts! Yeah, it’s a screw top. So WHAT?!! She was working on a pair of pants worthy of her very handsome little guy! You can’t just buy pants that meet such a criteria in the stores. My fingers are crossed that she loans them to my little guy when her son out grows them.
And here is the best freezer paper stenciler on the planet. Which really rankles me since I introduced her to the craft at the last meeting. Isn’t that against some kind of craft group etiquette? She showed me up at my own damn craft. It ain’t right. She has volunteered to make a Dracula shirt for my Halloween obsessed son so I can’t stay mad at her (Haunted Doll House coming soonish!) .
Here she is doing the robot while making a robot. Hoot and a half.
And luckily I was able to grab the partial shot of H above before she had to jet off to watch Project Runway. I’m voting for her to win PR even though she isn’t on yet. She made a skirt entirely out of “fabric” from Home Depot. Eat that Heidi Klume! She is also an accomplished wood worker and a great example for my sons. The other day my oldest saw a vintage hand saw at the thrift store and asked if we could buy if for H because she would love it! We passed on it because of a loose handle but it made me happy that he though of her first.
We coaxed M out of her house and were very happy that she showed up. Not to brag but she is a published children’s book illustrator and her books have a special place on the boys bookshelf! She brought a project that we all can relate to, the unfinishable. I believe she has hand sewn the whole thing! And I won’t tell you when she started it, that’s her story to tell (or not)!
I wanted to make a silhouette of my boys somehow incorporating some of the amazing family ephemera I got this summer but I didn’t have the right tool for the job. Any suggestions? The little rotating cutter tool thing or tiny scissors? So I made a folded book and I’m going to go ahead and call it a sculpture. It was simple and soothing and provided instant gratification. I have a hard time ripping or cutting into books but somehow I justified folding as not “ruining” the book. I understand how the argument could be made to the contrary, and it may have been questioned by the librarian in attendance and I may have reacted defensively but peace prevailed. Peace prevailed.
Funny but somehow I got the most photos of my project…
The last two shots were taken in my house (FTR).
Next craft night Lauren and I are going to be co-hostesses with the mostesses! Lookout!