Deep thoughts about Bune from the Babykid: He looks like a pillow but he isn't a pillow.
She speaks the truth.
A couple bags--medium tote and a new yet to be named cross body bag--in a favorite print from Joel Dewberry's Notting Hill.
And yes, yes I did just post a picture of half of my midsection on the interwebs. I'm secure.
These Curvy Clutches are reversals of each other. The elephants are on the interior of the flowers, and the flowers are on the interior of the elephants... Which, out of context, is only a little bit absurd, since elephants would probably not think twice about eating flowers...
Anyway, that's a bit of what I made today.
I know. Why talk about the weather any more? Why? Yes, of course it's cold out. It is winter.
But friends, I'll tell ya, it was so cold today that the house was crying.
The pillow I mean dog was relatively unbothered. Another senior portrait kind of day, evidently.
...and they look magnificent! These will appear on packages and smaller cello bags. Last year, I printed them myself. This way turned out way nicer! It was tempting to purchase 3x the stuff I planned to buy, I'm not gonna lie... Coffee mug, promotional pen, mouse pad (I can't fathom why mouse pads are still manufactured outside of mouse incontinence circles, but I digress). I stayed strong though and my single purchase is completely, in every way, satisfactory.
Being a person who makes a lot of things out of fabric, I occasionally (or all the time) find myself with pieces and usable scraps that are too little for my projects. Being a person who is a Mennonite and a Midwesterner, I have a pretty hard time throwing away a perfectly good thing that could potentially have another use somewhere, someday.
The wonderful ladies at our church make stuff year round for MCC--bags for kits, quilts for auction, comforters for people in need. I've been able to recycle perfectly beautiful pieces of fabric, clear out some space in my workshop, and help out the sewing group with my small pieces.
And then this happened:
Of course I'm not surprised that the ladies at church can make a beautiful blanket. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Ora and her friends made this for me and my family: these are, after all, some of the same people who welcomed us so warmly into the congregation (and fed us so much non dining hall food) years ago when we were visiting college students. But you know, I was totally surprised, and in the best possible way.
She made a page in her blank book for me and she told me to write a story.
I have nothing else to add.
You may recall the strange affair of the Fabric Covered Bulletin Board, a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very bulletin board which figures in the famous disaster. Our wiser for wear teacher has restored it, and fitted parts of it with new fabric, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when fully covered in fabric. Perhaps we may frighten away the board from so many weeks ago with a little illumination! (Ladies and) Gentlemen!
(PS, yes, all from memory. I'm just embracing it at this point.)
PPS: For all my teacher friends out there who may be tape-measure challenged as I apparently am, here's what I did: I bought two yards of the blue polka dots and one yard of the yellow and purple flowers. I cut the polka dots in half and hung them up with staples on the edges first. Then I centered the flowers on top of the polka dots and stapled them up. THEN I rummaged around and found purple edging and edged it up. I thought of hanging up ellison letters for the headings, and then I remembered that I wanted this project to be complete in no more than an hour, so I just printed the signs you can see in the picture. Now nobody can say I never gave an online tutorial.
Sometime in the summer, the Babykid, the Big Guy and I took a trip to a the quilt shop in Charm. The Babykid came upon a big basket of pretty little fat quarters, all folded up and looking all eye-candy there on the end of an aisle. Stealthily, she selected one... and then two... and then three, and she carried them all around with her until my mission had been accomplished. (This would have been the Madrona Morning Glory outing.)
I suppose it's important to mention that two of the fabrics she had selected were actually lovely, very pretty coordinate prints to the one I had selected (complete coincidence, promise), and one was an ocean scene. Dolphins. Very happy looking dolphins.
Who am I to judge? I'm certainly not going to stand there and tell a kid she can't have the dolphin fabric if that's the one, in her heart of hearts, that she wants--and anyway, even if I did say that (and gently highlight the winning qualities of the other 2 fat quarters she had been carrying around), there's no changing her mind. And anyway, why should her mind be changed? My tiny kid likes fabric! So we settled on the dolphins.
No fat quarter has been loved more, let me tell you. We talked about what her plans for the fat quarter were, and for a few weeks she used it as a blanket for a variety of her toys. And then I mentioned something about minky.
Yes friends, I volunteered to make a tiny minky blanket from the dolphin fat quarter.
The astonishing thing here is not that I told my kid I'd make her something, nor that said thing was going to be out of the most ridiculous fabric in the house. It is that I have 1) never made anything with minky, and 2) more or less gave up on making blankets YEARS ago.
Sometime in junior high, a friend of mine taught me how to sew. From her lessons, I figured out how to cut and piece 4 or 5 inch squares. For the next several years, a little handmade blanket would be my go-to gift for friends leaving for college or families expecting babies. Fast forward to my mid 20s, when the Big Guy came along.
I left my teaching job then to stay home with our little man. (He never actually was that little... 8.5 pounds, thankyouverymuch, though that's a story for another day). I decided, once life consisted of more than sleeping and feeding and changing diapers, that I needed something creative to do. So I made a few blankets, with intentions of selling them at craft shows. (I also enrolled in grad school--again, another story.)
Three or four blankets into it, I had the very important--even life-changing revelation--that I LIVE IN AMISH COUNTRY. Everyone around here makes better blankets than I could ever dream of making, and I had no choice other than to be pretty okay with that. I decided I'd make purses instead. After a couple really important years of fumbling around and crying over the sewing machine and generally figuring things out, SOMP became something close to what it is today.
I build a pretty awesome bag, but I'm not much of a blanket maker. But let me tell you: the Babykid loves this thing so much that it has gone to school and to bed with her all of last week. It had lunch with her today (and tried to steal her cheese quesadilla). So it's worth the awkwardly pointy corners and the ridiculous happy dolphins and the residual minky fluff stuck to everything, I suppose.
This happened. Oh my gosh. I can't tell you how much I have wanted--no, needed--a dog in my life. He was born on April 22, 2013. He is a golden doodle. He is as close to perfect as any dog I have had.
Why "Bune"? Well. The Big Guy is a fearless phonetic speller, and an avid lover of bunny rabbits. This year at school, he and the Babykid would join me in my classroom in the mornings before it was time for them to go to school and mostly draw. One of the favorite things to draw, of course, was bunnies. All of the captions said "bune." You know--bu, ne. Bunny. Brilliant. Well, several months later, the Babykid began to draw pictures of bunnies and she too began to caption them "bunes," and it occurred to me that of course, Bune is the name of our future dog. So it is. We love him.
by the Seat Of My Pants...
the stories behind the bags and beyond.