Thursday, March 17, 2011


Being totally oblivious to the contents of the Girl's wardrobe, I panicked and thought she had no green to wear for Saint Patrick's Day.  So being a supremely lazy overachiever (that should be one of the types on the Myers-Briggs test, don't you think?), I decided to finally get around to making the lovely felt barrettes I saw on the purlbee and adapt them for St. Patty's day.

Here is where the lazy comes in: 

I did not trace and cut clovers from gorgeous wool felt - I bought a bag of 300 craft foam shamrocks on sale at the craft store for $1.79.  

I did not lovingly hand stitch the pieces together with silk embroidery threads and an ivory needle - I used white glue.  I didn't even use a sharp scissors to cut the slit in the bottom piece of the decorative appliqué - I just jammed the end of the hair clip through the craft foam.

And then I took really badly lit photos with my phone using a plastic bag as a backdrop to reinforce the low-rent, down-market techniques used in this project.

So I opened the girls drawer today and pulled out her blue and GREEN striped shirt.  And then I stuck the small hair clip on her two strands of hair and called it St. Patrick's Day! Oiy (said like I am a fan of the Drop Kick Murphys not like I learned how to say it in Yiddish from my grandma - hey, everyone is "Irish" today so don't judge me)!

 Oh - and Rancor says, "Happy Spring!" courtesy of the Boy for pulling the ONLY living flower out of the bed in our front yard!). Sláinte!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Something Comforting

Through a link in a thread on a networking site*, I came across a tumblr (is that the right way to reference something on tumblr? Does one even say, "On tumblr?" I have no idea.  I am a tumblr Luddite.) called "hippy kitchens."  It is generally pretty cool but this particular image:

I found to be really striking.  I instantly thought of Vermeer.  It was a refreshing way to start the day.

See more cool photos of hippies and kitchens here:

*This is the new, "The girl friend of the best friend of the nephew of my hairdresser's cousin . . . "

And sorry for that book thing - I clicked something and I can't figure out how to make it go away . . . ah.