0 In Sewing

A Maxi Dress is Sewn and Impractical Footwear is Worn

Maxi Dress 4

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Maxi Dress

Maxi Dress 2

Maxi Dress 4

Maxi Dress 1

Sewing and I have a long and imperfect history.  It’s been one of those creative activities that I really love in theory, but when it comes to actually doing it, there is often more seam ripping and bobbin jamming and cursing then one would expect in a favorite activity.  I have always appreciated the end result of a handmade garment (regardless of just how handmade my creation might look, ahem) but it really has only been of late that I’ve taken to actually enjoying the process of sewing.  I’m loving the evolution of the steps that lead up to a finished piece.  I definitely hesitate to say it, but it’s highly possible that I’m less impatient than I used to be and can also, you know, follow directions now.  Regardless, I’ve been happy to sit for a bit here and there to sew for my littlest, Isles.  At two, she’s perfectly delighted by anything to twirl in.  And in purple (“Purple is my sooo favorite,” she tells us)?  Well, it’s definitely not a struggle to get her into this “dancing dress”.

This sweet little number was made with a pattern by Heidi and Finn and sewn in Jay McCarroll’s Center City fabric.  I hemmed it a bit shorter than the pattern allotted for, mostly because I suspected it would get worn frequently, danced in often, and I didn’t want tripping to be an issue.

Impractical footwear came home because this mama couldn’t resist a pair of brand new pink Hanna Andersson clogs from the thrift store in an adorable, tiny size.  I have a thing with clogs.  I always wanted a pair when I was young.  I remember that Kelly Dower had a pair in second grade and I loved them sooo much.  We would switch shoes during the school day and I remember that I felt so amazingly cool in her beautiful blue suede clogs.  I can’t remember what my shoes were, probably something with straps and buckles, just that I felt extremely grateful that Kelly was happy enough to wear them for a day.  Mrs. Werner soon put an end to our shoe swapping for ‘hygienic reasons’ and my sweet clog days were no more.  My daughter certainly wasn’t going to go through her youth deprived of the coveted clogs, so of course these beauties needed to come home with me.  She squealed with delight.  Naturally.  And then we put them on.  And it was clear why the shoes were brand new and at a thrift store.  Because clogs on a two year old are a really bad idea.  However, I had already unleashed them and there was no. turning. back.

Isles actually does a pretty great job of dancing in her impractically perfect footwear.  We have stressed that some shoes are for running, while the pink clogs are for walking.  And you’ll frequently hear her repeat our new footwear idiom.  But you better believe she’s going to bust a move in those shoes when you turn your head.  Truthfully, I don’t blame her one bit.  A pretty purple maxi dress and a pair of pink clogs?  This baby knows she’s got it going on.

0 In Making

Making for Mother’s Day

Making is really what makes me.  The need to forge something with my hands.  The fascination with the process of witnessing an idea slowly take form into something tangible.  And then being able to gift the new creation?  Well, truly that is what fuels me.  It’s my way of sharing love and spreading beauty.  Making is what makes me.  It’s so exciting too, to witness my children evolving into makers as well.  Recently, Eli (12) said, “Mama, there’s something big that I want to do and I’m not sure what it is yet.”  He spoke about wanting to incorporate his own eclectic mix of interests and talents into a big project but was struggling as the shape of it all still eluded him.  I know and love that feeling so well.  There is a spark, an idea in its vestigial form, waiting for you to breathe it into being. I assured him that with time, the project would reveal itself and encouraged him to relish the process.

Meanwhile we had some practical making to get on with.  We needed to send some love to all the grandma’s for Mother’s Day.  So with a couple of helpers at the ready, we delved into some homemade goodness.  We made herb plant markers out of Sculpey roughly using this lovely tutorial:  Isles (2) helped roll it all out (Well, for a minute anyway.  We soon moved her to the kitchen table with a hefty blob of playdough of her own.) while Eli stamped out the names of herbs with a set of letter stamps that we’ve had kicking around for a good long time.  They came out rustic and imperfect and beautiful.  I like to give a little set of notecards to the grandmas as well, so I designed some stationery with sage boughs to coordinate with our herb-y theme.  I thought the end result was so fresh and springy!

Just the other night, Eli had his big a-ha moment when the concept of his project revealed itself to him.  I definitely saw a look of pure reverence on his face as he enjoyed the satisfaction of his creativity taking form.  It’s still in its infancy and the project’s unfolding will probably be a lengthy one, but the joy of being a maker is clearly running boldly in his blood.  How is it then, that I can get as much thrill watching his idea take shape as I can from my own?  It’s the joy of being a maker mama, I guess.

Herb Markers

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Herb Markers 1

Herb Markers 3

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Herb Markers 2

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Herb Markers 8

0 In Uncategorized

Shiny and new

Sidwalk Chalk post 1

You know that feeling of opening up a fresh box of crayons or chalk?  Everything is so fresh and new and aligned just right.  All that colorful, pointy perfection.  It gives me a little zap of excitement.  Partly because I love the organization of a new box of coloring tools, but also for the promising thrill of the projects to come.  Kind of like having a fresh, new website to dive into with a whole bunch of colorful projects to come.