Maternal Craftiness

I had a bit of time this morning unexpectedly! The boys had gone to bed at their usual time, but I guess our friends' kids run in a different gear than tired old parents. So our early birds were snoozing instead of chirping on the couch and crib.

I forget where I r...

As part of our early Halloween preparations, I got two small wooden coffins from Michael's. I had no idea what to do with them, but I knew they'd find a place in our Haunted Mansion-inspired decorations, even if just painted a glossy black like the spooky village. 

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It was official Tuesday night: I was totally procrastinating with regard to Son Two's Halloween costume. I had some time on Tuesday after the boys went to bed, and I answered emails while I considered what I should do (laundry, which also needs to get done, was not in...

The oldest agreed that the house was not spooky enough for Halloween yet, so we were on it this weekend. I went to Michael's and got the googly eyes needed for some florals, and he started some Perler bead bats to hang off the ceiling. I also pulled out the houses from...

No, it's not about surfing. Even better- embroidery. 

It was raining and chilly, but the creative arts building was hopping Tuesday evening with crafters and littles too young for the rides. The rides were quiet as we walked in, but the lights flashing was enough to exc...

There's a scene in every Victorian BBC production in which the dinner party retires in the drawing room and listens to someone read. The ladies sometimes do needlepoint, pointed looks are exchanged, etc. I'm thinking specifically of the scene in Sense and Sensibility i...

One clue that it's time to stop working and go to bed: you crush a half-crusted tube of "brilliant red" acrylic until it bursts. It flew over my table and hit two of my finished Halloween statues, and it looked like I'd been doing something more sinister than wood burn...

Happy Labor Day! I get to spend the day with my little nuts, the fruits of my labor, and this is what Son Two and I found this morning:

The oldest played some late-night marathon Mario Rabbids with Dad. Might be a long day.

I don't care if it's eighty degrees- it's...