get a little, give a litte, find a little

get a little...

some goodness came in the mail the last few weeks. mav's lovely, lovely march card. i love this card. the color, the detail...it is beautiful. and my very own loop trouper from sarah! if you have never shopped at the small object, please go start. sarahs style is amazing, and her packaging is just fabulous, as my husband said "hmm...thats good copy". what an editor geek...

give a little...

today is teacher appreciation week at eliot's school. of course i didnt start making something until late last night, hence the dark and blurry pictures, but what the heck. inspired by amanda's holly go lightly bag, i thought it would be great to give the teachers a little bag with a borders gift certificate and implore them to go spend some time relaxing alone. which i would guess teachers of preschool aged children would really appreciate. su? of course i went down to the basement and got distracted by a new pile of thrifted zippers, and distracted by looking through the denyse schmidt book and grabbed some batting and just went crazy. many more hours later i emerged with these gigantic wallet (maybe a clutch?) like things all bleary eyed and ready for bed. eah... it felt good to sew something again, it didnt feel good to stick the bejesus out of my pinky finger with a straight pin. i seriously stuck it in there a quarter of an inch. does anyone else do this? it happens to me all the time. oh and i broke my second needle ever on the sewing machine, and it came flying at my FACE! is there a record of anyone loosing an eye while crafting? i hope not. freaked me out. luckily arlo woke up for a feeding and it gave me some time to muster up the courage to go back downstairs.

find a little...

last saturday i made my friend vikkie get up early and dragged her all over town to dig through estate sales. some of my favorites: bird salt & pepper shakers sitting on vintage sheets and pillow cases, a vintage tablecloth. i had to talk myself out of buying a cool vintage refrigerator (the kind with the rounded door and big old latch on the front) that i had visions of storing my craft supplies in. i like to keep them chilled. just kidding. why you might ask? well it was down this rickety, narrow little staircase in a basement, and the more i thought about it the more i realized that getting out would be a long process involving many hands and a truck i didnt have with time i couldnt spare. it was hard to pass up, but i had to let it go. always something, huh? next time i guess.