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The owls have risen. (with tutorial)

Owls.

75 or so odd owls, made by hand in a frenzy with a looming Christmas deadline.  Christmas 2007, that is.  The deadline came and went; the owls who were to be the centerpiece of a Christmas tree garland retreated to a dark corner to percolate.  But the corner proved to be not dark enough, as they became a favorite plaything of the little girl who wanders these parts.  One of these owls, a very special one indeed, was Chosen and elevated to status of Sleeping Buddy.  She was granted domicile in a custom-designed hanging nest on said girl’s bedroom curtain.  The other 70-odd owls remained in their dark corner, searching for their new incarnation.  Christmas 2008 came and went.  No owls.  No garland.

Enter Christmas 2009.  The Wandering Girl is, more than ever before, a whirling dervish of the ebullient anticipation that is the Christmas season.  She’s also beginning to try to wrap her arms around the concept of time.  ‘Aha,’ said The Momma.  ‘Owls:  come forth.’

What we needed was an Advent Calendar, a tangible representation of  days and time and just how long this seemingly-endless wait will be.

And did I mention that I was participating in Sew Liberated’s Holiday Traditions Exchange?   Why not make two Advent calendars (there are plenty of owls, after all) and send the second off as the handmade portion of the exchange?  Perfect.  Here’s where The Momma’s own shaky grip on the concept of time comes into play, thinking that making two at the same time would be barely more time commitment than just the one.  It’s not; they both sucked up more than their fair share of time. But they are done; the second mailed off with well wishes and the hope that it is lovingly received and adored.

This is the finished Advent calendar for our family.  It was made entirely from the fabrics in my stash.  I can’t even begin to describe how satisfying it is to start paring that stash down a bit.

This is the calendar made for my exchange partner.  I had two concepts of how the owls would migrate to the tree throughout the month and it was nice to be able to see both to fruition.  The calendar above shows the starting point, before December 1st. Any wonkiness you might notice is due to the fact that, moments before completing it, it got soiled and promptly thrown in the wash.

This  (above) shot shows the calendar updated to the date I sent it off, midway through December.

And this is how it will look on December 24th.

Oh!  I’ve not yet mentioned my acquisition of an industrial-strength snap press!  I think it goes without saying that since receiving it, I’ve found all kinds of applications, including the mounting of these owls.  They snap in place on the calendar as they both wait in line and fly off to the tree.  (of course this proves me right in believing I couldn’t live without the snap press)

So do you like the owls?  Again, I fear they might become victims of a passing design trend.  But they live so nicely on our calendar tree that I think they’ll age quite well in our house.  I never claimed to be a trendsetter.  That said, if you find yourself wishing you could make your own, I wrote up the how-to and pattern, which you can find here.  While I drew my own pattern and instructions, I most definitely did not invent the idea.  These owls were all over the blogosphere and flickr a few years ago.  If I could find my point of inspiration, I’d certainly cite it, but alas, my record keeping is crap. Oh wait – here was my inspiration.  These were stuffed and 3D; mine are adapted from the same concept but flat. A note about my pattern:  I intended for them to be whimsical and decidedly not symmetrical.  If that’s not how you roll, you’ll need to carefully re-draft your own pattern.

Now, let the countdown begin!

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Snow Day!

A blizzard brings with it many things.

To us, it brought over a foot of heavy, sticky snow.

It brought a buzz of excitement as, the night before, we trimmed the tree and hunkered down for the snow storm that would define all snow storms to come.

It brought a day off of work and school.

It brought some sewing time in the studio to work on the handmade portion of Sew Liberated’s Holiday Traditions Exchange.

It brought snow-caked hats and mittens and overalls drip-dropping by the woodstove.

And it brought a rugged man in long johns and a princess in pearls together over a bowl of frosty blue sugar crystals for the shared purpose of molasses cookies.

It may not have been Bring-Snowmen-to-Life-caliber snow, but it was no less magical.

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Sweater Mitten Tutorial!

It’s here, it’s here!  As promised, the Sweater Mitten Tutorial is ALL YOURS, with plenty of time to whip out a dozen pairs for the Holidays.

These are patterns I’ve used dozens of times, so many times that I’d rather not make them in bulk ever again.  The patterns were given to me by a kind and generous woman in Northern Wisconsin who whips out dozens of them each year, both for her family and to sell.  It was in this spirit of generosity and crafting for the greater good that I’ve decided to in turn, share the patterns with you.  Through my own use, I’ve made my own modifications, omitting the turned cuff that you may have seen as part of many sweater mittens, and modifying the fit slightly.  But more than that, I’ve consolidated the hundreds of hours of know-how I’ve logged making these myself, and distilled it into a four page tutorial complete with pictures and diagrams.  While I’ve poured over the details for many hours, trying to be concise and as clear as possible, I don’t doubt that some polishing can be done.  Please do share your feedback, good and constructive.  To facilitate this, I’ve created a Flickr group to both showcase and discuss the patterns and our magnificent results.  Go see for yourself and share your own results!

http://www.flickr.com/groups/mittens/

To print:  You’ll need to print all 5 pdf docs.  When printing the actual patterns (front, back – top, back-bottom) BE SURE TO PRINT at 100% or the scale will be off.

Tutorial – Sweater Mittens

Patterns – Sweater Mitten

pattern front

pattern back top

pattern back bottom

All right.  Now get sewing!

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Not much ranks above napping.

There was that one day, several weeks ago, when The Boy awoke from his normally-scheduled morning nap after only a half hour.  That’s about 1 1/2 hours shorter than the allotted time, which also delightfully (for me) coincides with The Girl’s time at Preschool.  The time it took for my brain to race from Panic! to Realization! to Solution! makes my head spin when I think of it now.

Panic:  What-are-you-doing-up?!!-Go-back-to-sleep-This-is-MY-time-We-had-a-deal-Don’t-make-me-crazy!

Realization:  Oh.  I see the sun pouring in, boring a hole through your delicate, paper-thin eyelids.  My bad.

Solution:  Curtains.  Now.  Very dense, light-blocking curtains.  Now.

I immediately picked up said Girl from said Preschool and carted the whole gang into town to find some damn curtains, because we would NOT be missing any more naps.  Ever again.

Given this supposed sense of urgency, it seemed logical to try the normal approach to getting curtains, (buying them already made!) but what with these curtains, a smashingly successful Anthropologie homage, and also these for my firstborn, it seemed that my only option was to in fact make them myself.  And to make them awesome, of course, if I love The Boy as much as The Girl, which, let the record show, I do.

So I found some black-out fabric on sale at Joann’s, found this gorgeous fabric that I’d been admiring for many months from a seller on Etsy, and started sewing.  Once Errol resumed his post as Reliable Napper the very next day, I realized that the prior incident was in fact an isolated one, thankfully, so I took my time sewing.  The fabric itself is the brown architectural footprint design on natural; the monochromatic orange squares were cut from my stash and appliqued by me.

I was on such a roll that I even managed to eke out a matching duvet for the comforter in his crib.  The mini down comforter was something that I had cut from a normal size, thrifted down comforter, then washed a million times to eradicate the heebie-jeebies.  This was several years ago, for then-baby Isadora’s crib; the duvet’s been on the To Do list for a few years.

A note to all future overnight house guests:  we are pleased to report that, upon the addition of curtains to the Guest Bedroom, the room’s rating has risen from a mere 2 stars to 3 1/2!  Pack accordingly; you will no longer need to undress in the dark.

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Mark your calendars.

Hello friends.  For two weeks now I’ve been vacillating on the sick/well see-saw, fighting a cold with rest and fluids, feeling a tad better; overexerting.  I’ve got all kinds of projects to show you, made in the ‘overexerting’ portion of the past couple of weeks, but first I’d like to mention a very important upcoming event for those of you within spitting distance.

Where? Madison Masonic Center, 301 Wisconsin Ave, Madison WI

I will be participating again this year, selling the remains of my organic cotton baby clothing inventory as well as a smattering of handmade gifts for children and whatever else I can whip out of the studio this weekend.  If you’re in the area, do stop by and fill your Christmas list with handmade goodies and be sure to say hi!

A pile of baby sized yoga pants in the works, to be lovingly paired with stray organic onesies and topped with a bow.

Rock domino sets in progress, a Martha project, first seen on Elsie Marley.   Why is there a toothbrush?  Anyone?  Isadora?

Will there be time to make and assemble mitten kits?  We’ll see.  You can bet on a Sweater Mitten tutorial hitting these blog pages early next week.

And now, lest I tip the scales too far to the “sick” side of this nasty see-saw, I’m off to rehydrate. And pack up the kids and ship them to Grandma’s.

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Not Paper towels

Here’s a little something I’ve been meaning to share for awhile.

I wanted to see if we could go without buying paper towels.  I got tired of buying them, or more specifically, dreaded going to the great, big, bustling Mega Grocery Store that is at the exact opposite end of the Shopping Experience spectrum from my idyllic, shiny-happy, smells-good food coop where I do all my other shopping.   And I got tired of feeling guilty for using giant pieces for little things and feeling like I was wasting them.  For better or worse,  there is some kind of Eco Red-Alert system that lives deep within my brain, and most activities using paper towels set it off with a quickness. I got tired of deactivating it, so when we ran out of paper towels, I decided to see what would happen if I just didn’t buy more.  Well, that didn’t work.  There were still messes too gross to tackle with the dishcloth-that-touches-the-things-we-eat-off-of; the dogs were still making all kinds of disgusting messes on the floor. (Hey – who wants to buy two sweet pugs?  Step right up.)

So I made the logical mental leap that a person using cloth diaper wipes several times a day, who’s also looking to stop using paper towels is bound to make:  cloth not-paper towels.  Easy-breezy.  I pulled out the towering stack of flannel receiving blankets, assessed that our baby was plenty well received and indeed too big for them, and cut them into what I deemed was the ideal size.  I then took that even-more-towering stack of squares straight to my serger, flipped on the switch, and squealed with delight as I serged the edges.  Here was yet another project to file away in the “THIS is why I needed to buy that fancy, newer, threads-itself-with-elfin-magic serger” category.  (All the money I save from not buying paper towels will practically pay for the serger…..yeah, not really. But practically….no, not even close.)

The nifty hanging bucket was made in a frenzy of bucket-making that coincided with the purchase of Maya*Made’s Bucket Pattern.  That great graphic fabric was some table linen I thrifted years ago and was too timid to use, for fear of not making something good enough with it.  (Glad I got over that.)  A note about the bucket pattern:  I sew a lot.  I’ve made a lot of bags, containers, etc. Hell, I’ve even designed my own diaper bag, so I could have certainly figured out how to make it myself without the pattern.  But I had a hunch that she had the process and the pattern perfected, with all the bugs worked out, and I guessed that I could even learn a better way to construct a bag like that.  And boy, was I right – what a great pattern.  It’s concise, well-written and approaches the construction with a way better method than I had envisioned as I pre-sewed it in my head.  This is a good lesson for a sewer who’s often tempted to figure it out herself.  Did I mention that I’ve made a bunch of these?  And I have many more to go; I may have even redesigned the layout of my studio to house a whole shelf full of these buckets.  But that’s a story for another day, for some time in the future after I excavate my sewing work table and dust off the pattern.

And the Not-Paper cloths?  A tremendous success.  There are enough of them to keep the bucket always partially full, while the dirties circulate in the wash.  And because it’s always just a few here, there, they fit nicely into the nooks and crannies of the existing laundry loads, not really creating more to wash. This makes my Eco Red Alert system happy.  As for the really gross stuff – I use other rags, from tshirts and what-not, to wipe up those, and dedicate a small load for them alone.  And for the really, really disgusting, too-disgusting-for-my-washing-machine dog messes?  I’ve found that there are enough paper napkins saved from to-go restaurant meals or drive-through ice cream cones to take care of those.

Potential eco disaster averted….for now.

 

 

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Mr. Dapper Man

A family wedding provided the perfect opportunity, er, excuse, to sew Errol a nice party suit.  It was a prototype of sorts, crafted while he slept, with only some measurements and other clothes of his to use as a fitting guide.  It’s about 90% perfect; a bit tight around the hay-belly, as you can see, and a smidge too tight around the big fat cloth diaper butt.  I had no idea it would be so fun to make little clothes for a boy!  Given the appalling lack of ready-to-wear options, it would seem that very little designing time was spent on the little guys.  No matter – I can do it myself, thank you.

The fabric is some faux-herringbone velvet-like fabric I pulled from my stash.  (this is why it’s nice to have a big stash)  I lined the pants with white flannel for a comfy softness befitting wee, chubby legs.  The bow tie, crowning the ensemble like a juicy red cherry, was actually a man-sized bow tie that I had to cut down to size and sew shut by hand.  The embroidered running stitch along the edges of the vest was great fun too, and made for an entertaining ride in the car as we traveled to the wedding.  Because of course I finished it hours before the wedding.  Of course I did.

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Please call me Dorothy, she said.

We were invited to spend the weekend with some good friends in their camper last weekend.  The friends, who we haven’t seen for so long, were great.  The camper was great.  Meeting new playmates was great.  The weather – not so.  Rain and rain and rain and rain.  And while it rained:  c-o-o-o-l-d.  The campground’s special Halloween trick or treating event had to be moved inside to the teeny-tiny game room.  (Halloween was celebrated prematurely that weekend; by late Oct the campers are all winterized.)

If you know anything at all about me by now, you’ll understand how it was imperative that I make Isadora’s costume.  (Oh, how we love Halloween.  Always have -  see Matthew and Gunnar Nelson for more details.)  It was handy to pull out this men’s Oxford shirt that I had scored at a rummage sale for the explicit purpose of reconstructing it into Dorothy’s apron dress.  Never mind that it’s been on my studio’s To Do pile for months now.  You and I both know that I had no choice but to make it the day we left for camping.  I intend to post a little tutorial on the process – it was so fast and easy that I started and finished it during the kids’ naptime.  Later, though.

Because it was made during Dorothy’s naptime, I had to guess at her waist measurement.  I guessed a wee bit low, but the adjustment will be a quick and easy one if I can find my way back to the sewing machine.  Captain Daddio was called into service to pick up the shoes on his way home from work after Project Ruby Red, Plan A fell through.  He swooped in heroically to present the shimmering jewels, securing his Super-Hero status indefinitely.

Oh, just look at all that candy.  Enough to last the whole family for 2 months….until the real Halloween.  No, thank you.  None for the Boy, I had to tell the generous candy distributors.  He doesn’t even have teeth yet.

And that Boy?  He was sporting a ready-made Red Hot Chili Pepper costume that I scored at a garage sale for one dollar.

Yes, we really were in the campground’s game room.  (not really rustic camping, of course)  Our apologies to the fat old men sprawled at the video poker machines that we had to weave around, heavily laden with kids, costumes, and wet jackets.  Hope we didn’t interfere with your lucky streak.

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It’s been hot.

Two short days after agreeing that our window air conditioning units would not be necessary this year, we witnessed the folly of such a ridiculous thought.  It was hot.  For days and days.  Or more importantly, it seems, it was humid.  So humid that our furniture, a classy blend of college chic futon and grown up, we-have-a-baby-now plush, revealed the pet odors lingering just below the surface.

So humid that I declared a beach emergency and we met Daddio at the closest sandy respite. So humid that I ignored the important concept of Bedtime, on a day that had missed the other critical component of sanity, Nap, inviting too-tired, shrieking Crazy Girl to take the place of my sweet daughter.  Heat clearly makes us do crazy things, like forget Daddio’s swim trunks at home, inadvertently making him do penance at the beach in jeans.  Still sorry, Daddio.

But it was the perfect opportunity to try out the beach bag I made days before.  It features a burlap coffee sack and a repurposed tablecloth gleaned on a romantic “Date Night at Goodwill” excursion (the first, and still only, foray out sans-children since Baby 2).  A quick project, meant to scratch the “instant gratification” itch and give me a sense of satisfaction, it instead served to knock my over-confident Sewing Swagger down a notch and remind me of the importance of measuring.  A bag is a bag, right?  The bigger the better?  Not with skinny little straps like that, you silly fool.  Filling it even close to capacity will render it too heavy for even your pack-mule shoulders, trained relentlessly by the baby/diaper bag/canvas grocery bag combo.  Let this be a lesson to all you would-be cargo bag sewers:  you can aim too high.  Bigger is not always better.  It’s a friendly reminder about sustainability.  A reminder which hangs from my wall, drowning out the other bags and carrying devices, shouting loud and clear the dictate to build within your means.

The next day, still hot, still humid, deflated by sewing folly and beach tantrum blow-out, I gathered my brood and headed to the nearest purveyor of kiddie pools, swallowing my pride and temporarily ignoring my Walmart boycott.  It was humbling, yes, but oh-so-refreshing.

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Sewing.

I had a brief flash of sewing deja vu last weekend.  Like that glorious period of prolific creative production that blazed through the greater part of my pregnancy, I sat in front of my sewing machine and whipped out a stack of new things.  Or rather, I sat in front of my new serger and masterfully turned knit shirts and skirts into smaller renditions.  I use the adverb “masterfully” with a silly smirk on my face; my new serger was adopted into the family for its spectacular ability to do most of the work for me, especially the pesky tasks of threading and tension-regulating.  This is entirely appropriate and necessary, I argued, considering the ever increasing demands of my time elsewhere.  He agreed, and now I’m making baby pants with abandon.

And transforming thrifted knits into attire that is pretty enough (thankfully) for the newly-critical fashion sense of Miss Isadora.

Dog butt sold separately.

You’d think we had a mandatory “stripes only” dress code around here, but I assure you that’s not the case.  As far as I know.

Fashion tip:  wearing your heels on the wrong feet allows for a more flattering fit.

And, obeying the age-old adage “Make hay while the baby sleeps,” I’m off to said serger to whip out some summery pajama pants.

Have a lovely weekend!

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