Sunday, February 28, 2010
I've gotten myself mired in details of the child's twill tape toolbelt that I promised. I'm still working on it, trying to find the balance between being specific and taking details to their most ridiculous conclusion.
I'm also excited to hear that people wanted to know how to make Groovy Girls clothes. I've got some patterns to share - I just have to find a scanner so I can convert my cutout pieces of paper into printable patterns and templates.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A pink halter from hot pink t-shirt knit. It was actually a bit of a sleevecap left over from a t-shirt refashion. And the skirt is from a rectangle of fabric left over from my x-o-x-o-x tablerunner project.
I have a feeling that I like making the doll clothes more than Liv likes playing with them. Sometimes I get started and I just. can't. stop. making. them... It's a combination of the small size (uses up my scraps!) and the over-the-top girliness which means I don't have to worry so much about good taste. If it's hot pink and has ribbon or sparkles, it's hip for a Groovy Girl.
I've been toying around with the idea of sharing some of my Groovy Girl patterns online. Is this something anyone else would be interested in?
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I didn't take a "before" pic because there really wasn't that much of a change. Too large to just right.
What you can't see from the picture is that the sweater is soft and fuzzy - mostly angora with lambswool. And scattered in the pattern around the neck are little sparkly crystals.
And the silly photo.
Always at least one silly photo. Partly because I'm basically a silly person at heart. But mainly because when a 6-year-old is taking pictures of you, there's really no way to get a particularly flattering shot - best go for outright silly and then at least you're looking funny on purpose.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
She did a little bit of hiking.
She got thirsty, so she had a drink of water.
She found a good spot to pitch a tent, then pulled out a good book.
When she got tired of sitting in her tent to read, she pulled out a camp chair.
Then she built a campfire and curled up for a good night's sleep. Night-night, Mama Kitty!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Created a D-Ring Play Toolbelt
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
What she describes about her writing is very similar to what happens to me with craft projects. Instead of characters, it's an idea that demands that I bring it to fruition. I suppose that's inspiration. I've got plenty of it, folks. Granted, there are times when I sit down to make something and find the well has gone dry, but by and large I suffer from idea after idea after idea all waiting to just be created.
I swear, sometimes they multiply like bunnies, these ideas. A thought flashes through my head and the next thing I know, there's one more voice added to the chorus. Take this morning, for instance. I'm sitting in church, and my mind drifts for just a few seconds to the sweater I bought at a rummage sale yesterday. What it needs is a ruffle down the center placket. No, what it needs is a REMOVABLE ruffle down the center placket. And so now my mind is whirring in the background working out the logistics.
At some point there just gets to be too many voices, too many potential projects and I start to lose focus. "Get out of my head!" I want to say. But really, I like them in my head. I just wish they'd quiet down just long enough to get some of my responsible-person tasks out of the way. Does this ever happen to you? If so, how do you get the projects out of your head - or at least using their inside voices?
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
So I made her a couple of pairs of shoes. A pair of white vinyl Mary Janes...
...and gray wool kitty cat shoes.
These were made with patterns from Precious Patterns. There are a lot of shoe patterns and tutorials out there, but I was struck with how absolutely CUTE their designs all are. The instructions were easy to follow and the sizing seemed to be just about spot on.