Dress Up!

These are a few new things I've made recently. I've had a lot of fun playing! I've been tracing things onto the fusible webbing backing before ironing it to the fabric and then cutting out the shapes. Cute Cute Cute!

Flower Tee - 4T

Little Star Onesie - 3-6 mos.

Tiny Turtle Tee - 3-6 mos.

Pawprints Tee - 4T

Bubbles! Tee - 4T

Fall Fun!

On Friday, I got to spend the day with some of my favorite kiddos! We made a scarecrow and sat him on the front porch. Unfortunately the batteries in my camera died before his head was completed .... so you'll have to use your imagination! :)

Deep sigh....

Today, I am having trouble dealing with the stupidity of the people around me.

Well, really just one person in particular.

I'm not sure how many times we can have a certain conversation before he will grasp its meaning. (and it's such a simple meaning...)

About 20 minutes ago, we embark on said conversation for about the 12th time this month. It goes something like this....

him: "What's that kid's name...Justin?"
me: {blank look} even though, at this point, I know where we are going....
him: "Mark? NO! Mike! Mike. What does he charge?"
me: "$70 an hour"
him: "I need you to call him"
me: "Okay..." {continued blank look}
him: "I need to get Quickbooks on my computer. I have the software. 97 I think....yeah, 97."
me: {sigh} "You want to be able to see my Quickbooks, right? Is that what you mean?"
him: "Yeah!"
me: "We can't do that."
him: "What?!?!" {all angry-like, even though he's been told this roughly 47 times}
me: "The only way we can do that is to put it back on the server and we can't do that without a password to the server."
him: "Call Mike."
me: "Mike can't do it without a password."
him: "Call Mike."
me: {exercising extreme anger management} "Mike can't do anything on the server without a password. Either you get the right password or he has to set up a whole new server."
him: "That's too expensive." {excessive frowning}
me: {sigh}
him: {grumble, grumble, grumble as he leaves my office}

He really has a gift for making people feel like...oh, I don't know...crap. Now, I should know by now not to take these events personally. But some days......

My patience -- oh, there it went.....

A trip down the hall....

So, my parents have lived in their house for over 16 years now. I spent a good part of my growing-up years there. I left for a while, and have recently returned.

Last night, as I walked down the hall to my bedroom, I made a startling discovery.

There is a control on the wall that regulates the whole-house fan. It is rectangular in shape.

In 16 years, I have not noticed that it crookedly affixed to the wall. How did I not notice this?

I realize now that this a blessing, for it would have been an agonizing 16 years of trips down the hallway, wishing I could somehow right the crooked box on the wall.

After my small explosion over it's crookedness, I mentioned that I may have to move out, as it bothered me very much.

My dad immediately started searching for other things he could make crooked.