Mark Your Calendars!

Spring 2009 Shop Flyer

I’ve finally pinned down the date!

There will be a bunch of whatever you’ve seen around the blog lately, plus a few other things that I haven’t shown off yet. Brides, I’ll have a bunch of those organza flowers, plus some cards that are perfect for thank you’s or invitations to a special bridal party.

Bear and I will be out of town the weekend of the 27th, so I wanted to make sure I put off the shop update until I was back. I’d hate to have a bunch of questions just sitting there ignored in the inbox.

I still have a lot of work to do to make the deadline, but I will take requests! So let me know if there’s something you’re dying to have included.

Knowing when to throw in the towel…

When you have your hand in every little bit of crafting like I do, it can get pretty dang pricey. Having a fabric stash, and a paper stash, and a bead stash, and a yarn stash….you get the idea.

Nowadays I deal with this dilemma by not having a stash at all. The only stuff I buy now is stuff that I want for a specific project. Except paper. You can’t buy paper for every little thing. That’s just crazy.

But I used to try to stock up on everything, I’d just buy the cheap stuff. Huge mistake. HUGE. I’d spend all this time working on something, only to have it fall apart in a couple of months. If I even made it that far. I’d often give up halfway through the making because the fabric was bunching or the yarn was uncomfortable.

Bad yarn
This yarn was so much fun to knit with. It was soft and spongy and wicked cheap, I got a ton of this stuff back when I worked at Michael’s.

I should have listened to Crysta. I made her a blanket out of this yarn and a few months later she warned me that it tended to pill. I didn’t pay attention because I loved working with the yarn, and it all pills eventually. Ho boy. Crysta was trying to be kind. This yarn doesn’t just pill, it turns into velcro.

I made a green blanket for myself, and I just loved it. I had a whole bunch of this yarn left over in different colors, so I cast on for Mason Dixon’s Log Cabin blanket. I’ve been carting that one around for years as my “car project.”

But now I see. Oh boy do I see. After a few times in the wash the fringe of the green blanket is mushed together in balled up dreads. It clings on to hair and fuzzballs like it’s magnetized. It’s sad, but that one is finished. I’ll deal with it until I gt so sick of the whole thing that I just chop the fringe off and the blanket finds its way to the back of a cupboard somewhere.

But the log cabin one still has a long way to go. I still have time to save myself. I picked it up to work on it during a drive the other day, and there was an audible “Riiiiiiiip” as I pulled it off the floormat.

It has turned to Velcro, it’s time to walk away.

I’m not a good messy crafter

I haven’t had many crafty projects to share around here lately because I am on a rough streak of total crafty failure.

One of the great blessings and curses of my life is this trait I got from my dad. I will make something myself just because I think I can. Even if it would be cheaper, easier, look nicer, be less time consuming, and all around better if I left it up to the pros. I can’t help myself, if I can do it, I will do it. No matter what. My dad was the same way. I saw him build kayaks from scratch out of wood, make ornaments out of resin and fishing lures, and duck decoys out of Styrofoam and garbage bags.

Coupled with that is the ability to look at something, and figure out how to make it. So with those two traits, I end up trying to do everything myself, and I don’t always have the skills to pull it off.

After abandoning a couple different fabric projects, having my sewing machine completely lock down and freeze up, and having a couple of brilliant ideas for projects that would cost a mere couple hundred dollars to start, I’ve been playing around with paper, glue, paint, and resin. With very mixed results.

messy projects

I just don’t do very well with a prolonged messy project. I tend to let the whole house go to get through the project as soon as possible, but when it takes a week that means that nothing gets cleaned for a week. I had dishes strewn from one end of the house to the other, and every time I put Atticus down for tummy time he came up with stray hairs and bits glued to his face. It was bad you guys.

resin in progress

This was my second time working with resin, and I don’t think I love it. The room I had to work in was the warmest room in the house and the stuff set up so fast I just couldn’t get it to look how I wanted. The perfectionist in me has trouble living with air bubbles. I think I might have satisfied this particular “do it myself” itch.

Until the next time I have some “great” idea.

Recovering from the party

If I admitted that I just now finished doing the dishes from Atti’s party on Saturday, would that burst your image of me? It’s all about priorities ladies and gentlemen, and dishes are rather far down on mine these days.

Birthday Boy

The party was great fun, small but chaotic nonetheless. Since it’s just his first and he doesn’t have real friends or anything yet, we just had the immediate family over. We grilled hamburgers in between rain showers, I made homemade french fries and salad, and then I decided I had to have a cookie bar. I have no idea what possessed me, we ended up giving cookie plates away to friends and neighbors since we made more than any of us would ever want to eat, but it was still fun to do.

I used Martha’s Cookie of the Day resource and we made Mudslide Cookies, Pink Grapefruit Sandwich Cookies, and our own recipe for Peanut Butter Cookies. The pink grapefruit cookies are out of this world. Holy Cow! They’re outrageously good and no one had ever tasted anything like it. Those will now be on our greatest hits list.

Once again we went overboard on the cake. We made a burgundy fondant cover, carved the cake into the shape of pages, covered it with a creamy peach fondant, and then cut and painted the sides to look like gilded pages. I had plans of sculpting little characters from his books, but yet again I ran into my own limitations. Fondant and gum paste just do not work like polymer clay, so I’m struggling to figure out how to make it do what I want. We were a little bummed we couldn’t make it look like our vision, but we feel like we’re getting way closer each time.

Birthday Boy with Felt Crown

Of course Atti had to have the felt crown from Amanda’s book. The best part was that since I was so busy with last minute cookie baking to consider a birthday hat, I only started this about an hour before guests arrived and I finished it with time to spare.

Too Many Presents
I asked the family to not get us toys. He has plenty of toys. We’ve broken our own No Plastics rule to get him toys that will aid his development, he does not need more. Instead we asked for books. There can never be enough books in our house. But everyone took pity on poor Atti with his humdrum granola mom and bought him whatever they felt like anyway. Everyone actually bought him great stuff, and were way too generous. I was really touched by the efforts they made to go along with my love of the natural. We got wooden trains, wooden buses, wooden blocks, books, and even the plastic toys light up and play music just like Atti likes best.

It was hilarious to see the reaction around the table when we opened up the gifts from us. A storybook about fuzzy bears, a toy I made, and a CD of Ladysmith Black Mambazo music. Bless their hearts, they try, but I don’t think they always understand why I do things they way I do.

Hanging Toy
I’ve been meaning to make him these hanging toys for months, but I kept putting it off. I waited a little too long, I think he’s a little advanced for them now, but I’m still happy I finally got this one out of my head and out into the world. I wanted him to have something to bat at and chew on from his car seat that wasn’t made of plastic, and I couldn’t find anything. So this little chain alternates a wood ring and a fabric ring so I could still use them to attach things where I wanted, and the wood is a fantastic teether. I’ve got a tutorial coming up for these this week, and I’m also planning on having some available in my next shop update, which I’m hoping will be at the beginning of next month.

Amy Butler covered toybox
I also made him this toybox to corral all the toys that seem to have been breeding in the middle of the night. We’ve hardly bought a thing, but between toys on loan from therapists and family members concerned for how much fun we let this kid have, we have more toys than I know what to do with.

Toybox in place
I made it just the size to fit into this one odd little cranny I have. I put it on wheels so it’s easy to pull around, and the sides are soft so Atti can crawl right inside if he needs to to reach the perfect toy. I took notes as I built it to do a tutorial, but it would be a pretty long and specific one, I’m thinking instead of making it a pdf download available for a couple bucks. If anyone’s interested than give a shout in the comments so I can see if it’s worth the effort.

Of course once the party was over, literally as the guests were walking out the door, I felt my sinuses start to plug up. As soon as my big deadline was met and I had a couple days to relax before starting the next big thing, that’s when I get sick. And as my sisterfriend Schelle says, Mommies don’t get to be sick. So I’ve been doing all I can to keep the baby happy without actually expending energy or allowing anything to touch my achy body. I have a ton of wonderful emails I need to get back to, but I’m going to plead sick day and get back to my couch bed. Luckily I’ve been so busy with the party that I haven’t been watching TV, which means that my Tivo is stuffed and waiting for me.

The Crafter’s 12 Step Program

Like pretty much everyone around the blogosphere, I’m in a little bit of a creative funk right now. Actually, maybe that’s not accurate. My brain is boiling with things I want to do, but I have no time or money to do them.

I’m in a time and money funk.

With times the way they are we’ve got a little economic uncertainty around here, nothing like most of the country, but enough to fill us with a sense of unease and make us think about whether or not we’re being as fiscally responsible as we should be.

And I’m trying my absolute darnedest to be responsible by not starting any new projects. Or at least not starting a new project until I’ve finished an old project, and all my old projects are big fat gnarly projects. The projects that get put off because there is so very much of them to put off. And they’re all in that phase where you can’t stand the sight of them. Whenever I have a project that takes more than ten hours or so, I always go through the same cycle.

Step 1: How exciting! a new project!

Step 2: Love LOVE this new project!

Step 3: Boy, this sure is challenging, but it’s fun!

Step 4: OK, this is a little harder/more work than I thought, but the end result will be worth it.

Step 5: I’m bored.

Step 6: I really should have thought twice before starting this project.

Step 7: I’m such an idiot. What made me think this was a good idea.

Step 8: I hate this project and it’s stinking project guts. I never want to see it again.

Step 9: So what, am I just going to throw it away after all that time and money? {Guilt}

Step 10: Maybe this isn’t so bad. I do really like this yarn/fabric/color/design.

Step 11: Why did I think this was so hard? This is a breeze!

Step 12: I Love LOVE LOVE this finished project!

I think all long-time crafters go through this at one point or another. Even in my scrapbooking, a relatively quick project as these things go, I’ll still go through these steps about certain pages, just compressed into the course of three hours.

I’m trying to force myself to press on through those distasteful steps until I can remember why I wanted to start some of these things in the first place.

snowman crosstitch

I finally managed to finish off my Snowman Crosstitch I started back in 2005, and I’m trying to keep that momentum going until I finish off all 120 Christmas cards, and a couple beaded projects that have been sitting around for about as long. But Atti’s first birthday is on Thursday, so I’m probably going to end up shelving all those good intentions in favor of some homemade presents and an overdone birthday cake.

Ideas that are nice in theory

I’ve described myself in the past as being about equal parts hippy dippy flower child and hard boiled cynic, and that really fits in most aspects of my life. I think I’d describe my taste as equal parts modern designer and Handmade antique. I can’t fully commit to the handmade aesthetic, and I can’t fully commit to the sterile modern design either. Luckily my wishy-washy-ness has been really helpful with how my particular journey into motherhood has transpired.

Oh I had goals. I had the loftiest of goals. Attachment parenting, cosleeping, cloth diapering, no plasticing, organic everything goals. And even though every single person around me thought I was out of my mind, including occasionally Bear, I stuck to my guns. California has a reputation as being full of the organic lovers, but it varies greatly by the region, and once you get south of LA it’s all a very conservative, frequently wealthy, “Ah, just buy it, it’s easier.” kind of mentality.

But I wouldn’t listen to the skepticism. I had my plans, including preparation for an unmedicated birth, and nothing was going to dissuade me from them.

Until Atti was actually born.

There went my unmedicated birth – it was far more important that we both make it out alive. There went my beautiful dreams of breastfeeding – no matter how many hours a day I attached myself to the pump my milk supply dried up before he even made it home. There went my ideas of attachment parenting – it’s a little hard to wear a baby and an oxygen tank. No cloth diapers – I spend hours every day doing physical therapy, I have to limit as many household chores as possible.

The one that really hurt my heart was giving up on the No Plastics rule. He still has the fancy bottles, so I suppose that’s what is most important, but I’ve scoured the internet and I’ve never found a toy made of wood or cloth that lights up and plays music when you hit it. And that’s what he needs to motivate him to do physical therapy.

I still try though. We coslept until he was too big to fit in the bed, I try to wear him as often as possible (he’s sitting on my lap as I type) and I make all his baby food from organic fruits and vegetables.

Baby Food

Really, I’ve been pretty surprised to discover just how ridiculously easy his baby food has been. It takes me maybe one afternoon every five months, and costs maybe $25. WAY cheaper than buying in a jar, and I know there’s no preservatives, no sugar, no salt, and all the vitamins haven’t been processed out.

And yet this was the parenting choice that people really went nuts about. This was what convinced people I was a total extremist. I don’t know exactly what people think is so complicated about making baby food, but just in case you’ve toyed around with the idea let me explain.

1. Chop food into chunks and either boil or steam. If it needs to be cooked at all. Most fruit doesn’t need it, avocados don’t need it.

2. Run the prepared food through a blender or food processor to make a nice puree. If it’s a little thick, thin it down with some of the cooking water.

3. Pour the puree into ice cube trays and freeze.

Done.

Early this week I sat down with a mess of apples, nectarines, squash, and carrots, and in about three hours from start to finish I have enough baby food to last him for months.

Pouring into the ice cube trays creates perfect 1oz serving sizes, so I just grab a couple of veggi cubes and defrost. Then I don’t have to worry about throwing out a ton of food if he isn’t cooperative. I also supplement in with fresh mashed bananas, fresh mashed avocado, a bunch of cereals, and yogurt.

The reason I wanted to adhere to all those parenting philosophies was because I was convinced they were better for a child. And I still am, but they weren’t better for *my* child. Or I should say, *this* child. If I get to have another one I’ll try all over again. But at least I can rest easy that I gave this baby what he needed, and that was the whole point.

New Years UnResolutions

Does anybody ever manage to keep their New Years Resolutions? I’ve never known anyone besides my friend Jess who could actually keep anything going past January. I’ve given up on the idea working for me. Instead I like to think about what I’m going to learn in the New Year. I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out why that’s any different, why learning a skill is any different than changing a behavior, and I can’t come up with a reason. Maybe because I’ve got a little more time to learn something, and the first time I resort back to my old behavior the resolution is broken. Maybe it’s all in my head, but for some reason there seems to be less pressure this way.

My big new skill this year is: I’m going to learn to draw. My entire family draws beautifully, and it’s one thing I’ve always been lazy about developing in myself. And yet it is the one thing that has really held me back in my career. I have so many designs and plans in my head and between not knowing Photoshop very well and not being able to draw, they’re all trapped in there.

I’ve also been working on a huge list of my crafty goals. With all the house renovations done that we can do by ourselves, and my baby not in the hospital (knock on wood), I should have some time to work on feathering this nest we’ve worked so hard on already. I’m totally going to jinx myself. Everybody wish me luck.

In 2009 I hope to:

  • Finish Binding on Tree Skirt
  • Make 2009 Christmas Cards
  • Finish off my Christmas Work in Progress Box
  • Sew a tree skirt for the snowfall tree
  • Sew a tree skirt for the 12 days of Christmas tree
  • Finish crosstitched ornaments for the 12 days of Christmas tree
  • Finish off the projects in my Work in Progress Drawer
  • Finish the Satin Quilt (AKA Quilt of Hate) I’ve been working on for years
  • Organize my recipes
  • Crochet new kitchen washcloths
  • Embroider teatowels for the kitchen
  • Sew a quilt to go in the guest room
  • Decorate towels for the bathroom
  • Create art deco inspired art work for wall niches
  • Create a big papercutting for the entryway
  • Collect and mount plates on the wall in the stairwell
  • Plant flowers in the backyard
  • Build a headboard
  • Build a toybox for the family room
  • Create paper mache balls for the big niche
  • Make Atti a Christmas stocking
  • Create a Halloween themed tree
  • Sew a Halloween table runner
  • Create an Exotic themed tree
  • Update Etsy shop once every season

I may be getting a little overly ambitious here, but I want to try to do two new trees this year. I saw this gorgeous copper tree at my favorite floral design mart, and I think it would be perfect for an exotic inspired tree as well as a Halloween tree. I’ve been wanting to do a Halloween tree forever, but I wanted something with enough branches that I could actually hang plenty of ornaments from it, but something that didn’t just look like a Christmas tree. If I can get my hands on that copper one it will be perfect.

The exotic tree will be full of animal print and feathers, but I’m going to have to be careful to walk that fine line so that it doesn’t veer off into tackyville. Not everything can be leopard print. I’m thinking Morocco, I’m thinking India, I’m thinking the Middle East, all places that are very exotic to me.

We’ve got all the painting completed, but we have nothing up on most of our walls. I’d like to work towards changing that with some of my own work, some family photos, and loads of illustrations from artists around the internet. For the big wall up the stairs I’m going to hang all sorts of vintage plates, but it’s going to take a lot of them, so I have to get busy collecting.

It will be interesting to look back at this list this time next year and see just how wildly divergent my plans were from reality. It sure would be lovely if I could have a year without complications, but come on, what are the chances that’s going to happen?

What a year…

Honestly? I don’t know if I could live through this year over again. I’m not quite sure how I did it this time. Come to think of it, I nearly didn’t get to.

I don’t know that I’ve ever truly delved into how close I came to death during Atti’s birth, but it was as close as you could get and still have a happy ending. I was strapped down to the table because they were sure I was going to have a stroke or seizure at any moment, and things started to get very dim. I remember the room turning black and starting to drift off when I had to force myself to straighten up. I was like one of those people you see on ER where the nurses are shouting, “Stay with me!”

That experience rattled me in a way that I haven’t quite been able to let go of. That knowledge of my mortality comes to me in unguarded moments and knocks me flat all over again. Just now I put Atti in his crib for his nap and saw the quilt and bumper I made for him after he was born and thought about what his life would be like if I didn’t make it off that operating table. It’s quite a weight to walk around with, and one I’m striving to use productively.

I’m trying to let go of the fear and cherish the awareness that experience has brought me. I’m appreciating the minutia of life in new ways, food tastes better, colors are brighter, and all the other cliches of close calls, but I think more valuable to me is the appreciation it has given me for myself. For my contributions to my family and my world. Maybe this sounds brazenly selfish, but in my fearful moments I don’t think about what I would be missing, I think about the people I’d be leaving behind. Atti without his mom. Bear without his partner in crime. Maybe because of my LDS faith and my view of the afterlife I’m not worried about what would happen to me, but I’m aware of my influence no longer being in the lives of the people I love.

Now I look around my house and I see all of my little nourishing touches. I see the nest I’ve made and the plants that spring up under my care, I watch my little guy grow and reach milestones and feel loved and I get a little thrill that I did all that.

Nearly losing my life made me appreciate life, but it made me appreciate myself, the talents I have to share, the contributions I have to make, the work I put out into the world, the love I have to give, more. I don’t mean to say that it made me appreciate how great I am. I just mean that it made me appreciate that *I* *am*.

I am here, I won’t always be here, no one out there is exactly the same mix of creativity and neuroses and humor and fear and ambition and heart and stubbornness and smarts that I am, so I have to stop apologizing for myself, I have to stop being so worried about what people think of me, I have to stop downplaying my efforts and I have to get to work.

Atti’s first year wasn’t exactly a cakewalk either.
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But he’s come so very far.

baby sleeping

I am so grateful to be here at the end of another year with my family. It’s all been worth it.

mama and baby

Merry Christmas

The ever looming deadline finally did me in. I just flat ran out of time to finish everything on my list. Next year, I think scrapbooks are off the list of handmade gifts. I ended up making three, and normally I really love making them, but the problem is that I always get the pictures late in the month because you have to have some recent pictures in there, and then I end up doing 18 hour long scrapbook marathon sessions.

Yesterday at about 11 at night, my back screaming in agony and papercuts on every finger, I finally said I wouldn’t do this anymore. And then I woke up this morning and scrapbooked for about ten more hours. It was a little late for Plan B.

On the plus side, one of those scrapbooks is one I’ve had in the works for a year and a half and kept putting it off until the next holiday. So hooray for me for finally finishing that one.

All in all I did pretty great. I think if my computer hadn’t crashed taking all our addresses and photos with it, I could have actually finished everything I wanted to do. Instead I had to cut back a little on the size of two of the scrapbooks and put off a present I wanted to make for Atti to make up for the days and days I spent reclaiming photos from around the internet and sending email after email to gather addresses again.

We didn’t get much baking done either. Aside from our Hot Fudge and Lemon Curd sessions, we made nary a cookie. And Bear really wanted to try his hand at a gingerbread house too. That’s probably for the best. Over the month Bear brought home four pounds of See’s chocolate, a five pound tin of Danish Butter Cookies, bags and bags of movie candy, Lindor chocolates, cookie plates, homemade fudge, vanilla chews, chocolate mint cookies and gift baskets full of more goodies. Junk food flows abundantly through a retirement community at Christmastime. We both teach teenagers at church and every week we’d bring bowls full of candy to pawn off on them and we still ate more than we needed or even wanted to.

We plan on waking up early tomorrow morning, taking some picture with Atti gumming on a present, and then heading up to the in-laws for a quick Christmas visit before heading back home for ham, scalloped potatoes, and lots of knitting with no deadline attached. I don’t think I’ll be moving from the couch for a few days, but I’ll still be popping in here amidst my gluttony.

While part of me is overjoyed at the thought of the day being upon us so I can finally slow down my scramble and just melt into the coziness around me, I’m also a little disappointed it’s already here. I’ve so enjoyed having you all visit me during my favorite time of year. I love this crafty blogging community, and I look forward to a 2009 full of great ideas and lots of inspiration from all of you.

Merry Christmas from Tresa, Jared, and baby Atticus.
Santa Baby

Thanksgiving Tree

I’ve kind of become obsessed with trees over the years. I think Christmas got me started. I don’t know what it is, but nothing makes me happier then staring at a beautifully composed Christmas tree all lit up, with a cup of cocoa in my hand and a kitty on my lap. When I married Bear and saw how crazy his parents go for Christmas, I knew I had to jump in, but they rely mainly on dolls, which just creep me right out. I knew that my festivities would involve trees as far as the eye could see.

Maybe it’s a subconscious thing – my friends and family do call me Tree after all.

Anyway, when it was time to decorate for Thanksgiving I knew there was only one way to go. This time it would be a gratitude tree.

Gratitude Tree

I made up a bowl full of little paper ornaments, and I make everyone who enters my home contribute. I’ve got friends from school, my young women from church, Atti’s therapists, and of course my dinner guests.

Gratitude Tree Detail 2

The rules are simple: Write something you’re grateful for, but it can’t be something everyone is grateful for. You can’t write “My Family” or “My Job” or “My House.” You can write something about those things, but it has to be specific.

Gratitude Tree detail

Some of my favorites:

The cool side of the pillow
stand up comedy
A crisp night and an open window
the DVR
fuzz
a hug from my baby after a long day of work (guess who wrote that one)
that tart frozen yogurt
my fancy chef’s knife
the back of a baby neck

I have a ton of work ahead of me – getting the house ready for much beloved guests, dealing with a cranky teether, starting all the cooking. I’m pretty much following my typical menu (along with time-tested battle plan you can see here)except this year I’m going to add a side of corn with bacon, and instead of whipped sweet potatoes, I’m going to do the traditional baked with little marshmallows. Then at the grocery store last night I got one of my wild hairs and decided that I absolutely could not go another year without making a homemade cranberry sauce. So I just grabbed a couple things I thought would work and I’m going to make it up as I go along. Also, in the time since that post Bear has become a fabulous pastry chef, so instead of my trifle, I’m going to turn the second dessert over to him and let him make a pumpkin chocolate swirl cheesecake.

Cooking a big dinner for guests is one of my purest joys in life. I’m a little stressed today, but to me, it’s like the feeling you get waiting in line for a roller coaster. I was so torn about this dinner because part of me wanted to invite everyone we knew, and the other part wanted to hog The Good Twin and her family all to myself. I just need to throw dinner parties more often.