Paper Mache Party Lights

Party Lights

Once I got started with the paper mache, I couldn’t quite stop myself. I came up with a technique for the big decor balls that worked really great – Mixing the paint right into the glue. It gives a super saturated color and saves another messy step and more drying time. So I had to keep going with this other idea I had.

Those party lights you see at the store are so expensive for what you get. 30 little lights for $25 doesn’t go very far before adding up to a whole lot of money for a festive atmosphere. These party lights are removable, so you can use an existing string of Christmas lights and then just take them off when it’s time to use on the tree. If I did the math I’d guess that for a string of 30 lights, I spent about $3.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 1
Start with some water balloons, blown up just big enough to be round. I used two pieces of masking tape to prop it up – one secures the tail to the table, the other pushes against that little knot to keep the balloon from touching the table. Make sure you tie your knots are good and tight, these little balloons leak pretty easily and you want to make sure that you get all your layers on and dry before these balloons start shrinking. Working in small batches makes this a lot easier.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 2
Mix up your glue. It should be about 1 part paint, 2 parts glue, and 3 parts water. But that is no where near scientific. Just water your glue down so that it’s easy to paint with, and then add enough acrylic craft paint to get it the colors you want.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 3
Add the paper mache. You want to use white tissue paper for this so that the light will still shine through after you add all your layers. Tear it into small little bits. The smaller the bits, the fewer wrinkles you’ll get, but it will also be a whole lot harder. So choose your poison.

After a little experimentation, I think that three layers is just right for this project. Let them dry a while between layers, but not overnight until they’re all on. You will be fighting the clock against the strength of your balloons, so you’ll need to get all three layers on in one day. A blow dryer on the cool setting works great in a pinch.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 4
Once all your layers are on, let it dry overnight. In the morning, pop and remove the balloon, then cut a nice smooth hole just under an inch in diameter.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 5
Using a hot glue gun, make three little dots of glue around the perimeter of the hole. Do not surround the hole with glue, you’ll need to leave yourself space for the steps coming up.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 6
Put a plastic ring in your hot glue, making sure that there are spaces in between the ring and the paper mache. These rings are used in crochet, so look in the aisle with the knitting needles, or the sewing notions. I found these ones at Michaels in the section with the quilting supplies.

The next time I make these I’ll take the rest of my paint and glue mixtures and paint that ring at this point to make it blend it. It’s not an important step, but those white rings are bugging me now.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 7
Take a little bit of florists wire and thread it through that space we left so that it wraps around the plastic ring. I used green because it will match the string of lights I’m using. Put another bit of wire on the other side of the ring.

Party Lights Tutorial Step 8
Insert one of the lights into the center of your party light, and wrap those two wires around the string of Christmas tree lights. All done!

Since lights made for Christmas trees tend to have their lights closer together than the strings of party lights, I put a paper mache bulb on every other light on the strand. I think this actually adds to the effect, it makes it sparkly and festive at the same time.

2009 Year of Pleasures #21

Beach Cruiser

I spent a day a few weeks ago strolling through the resort town of Balboa Island with my dearest cousin Karen.

I really couldn’t think of a sight that was more Newport Beach than a Paul Frank beach cruiser parked outside a fancy seafood restaurant.

Southern California is such a deeply weird place at times. A place of extremes. The beach bums and the high society matrons are frequently married to each other, the arch conservatives shop at Whole Foods, and this little tiny island, with it’s quaint little houses and old fashioned candy store, has some of the most expensive real estate in America.

Balboa Island

It’s fun to visit, but boy is it a whole different world.

Summer is here

Waves

Bucket Hats

Toes in the sand

Flip Flops

Nape

Swingers

Father and Son

What a beautiful day. It’s going to be a great summer.

The Big Day

Cooking School Homework

For nearly a year now I’ve been going to a community college culinary school, and tonight is my very last class. Every Thursday since last August I’ve been dropping Atti off at Bear’s office, donning my chef’s whites, and going off to chop and boil to my hearts content. I have a fantastic team of students I work with, and tonight we face our big exam – an iron chef style make something up on the spot challenge.

The biggest thing I learned in culinary school was just how much I already knew. There were definitely lots of “better ways” I learned, but on the whole nothing was new to me. I’ve been making veloute for years, I just always called it gravy.

This experience has really taught me a lot about how I approach life. I worked so hard for my education, and I have such a respect for it, that when I think about something I want to get really good at, I often think about going back to school for some intense study. Especially in art and writing. Those are two fields that I love, and two areas I feel intensely self conscious about because I so badly want to be good at them. For years and years I’ve thought about getting a MFA in creative writing, but the time was never right so I waited and waited, and never picked up the pen. But maybe I know more than I think I know. Maybe I can’t diagram a three act structure for you, but maybe I can still get my point across, just using a different name.

If the opportunity comes along that I can take some art classes, I’ll jump on it, because I can certainly learn the better way to do things. But maybe I need to stop waiting for that opportunity and just experiment my way along just like I’ve done with cooking. Because I’ve been making spaghetti space just fine for years without ever realizing that it was a tomato coulis.

Now, I have to go memorize some sauce recipes, just in case I’m called upon to bust out a Hollandaise at a moments notice.

Back by popular demand

As I’ve thoroughly documented, I’m kind of obsessed with my garden. I forced myself to take a bit of a bloggy break from it though because I was getting a little single minded. It’s only one part of my homemaking efforts, so I needed to bring a little balance to the blog and to my life, but I’m starting to see some new developments so I thought it was a good time to go back outside.

Poppies Blooming
The poppies are blooming! The poppies are blooming!

These little plants are so ridiculously hardy they’re almost more like a weed. All I did was toss a pack of seeds on the ground and I’m being taken over. They’ve choked out my anemones, they infiltrated the vegetable garden, they’ve grown over two feet tall in places, and this is after I thinned them out so aggressively I filled an entire landscaping garbage can. If you have a spot where nothing will grow and you need something that will take up some space, might I suggest some poppies?

Veggie Garden
My little vegetable garden is doing great. For some reason two of my melon plants keep trying to die while the third is going gangbusters, and my new strawberry plants went through some transplant shock and had to have all it’s existing growth die out before sending out some new leaves.

Tomatoes
I planted my tomato seedlings the recommended 4 inches apart, and that was not enough. I now have one big tomato bush. But it doesn’t seem to be slowing it down much.

Three Different Lettuces
I had a bit of trouble starting my seedlings this year, so even after I learned a lesson with the poppies, I ended up just tossing lettuce seeds on the ground and I can’t really remember what went where. I know I had at least two different kinds of lettuce and arugula, but I can’t remember what a third seed was. Did I plant spinach? Or was that just in the failed seedlings? Was there a third lettuce here? I honestly have no clue. I’ll be sure and plant more carefully when it’s time to reseed in the fall, but for now I’ll have a whole bunch of wonderful mixed green salads.

Beans
I planted these beans on a whim. I hope they’re green beans. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

Green Peppers
My green pepper plant is busily making little baby green peppers.

Strawberries
The oldest strawberry plant is showing off those beautiful tell-tale flowers.

Peas
And my little pea plants are making honest to goodness peas! I mean, of course they are, but still, actually seeing something I recognize as food, that I grew my own self? It’s just thrilling.

2009 Year of Pleasures #19

Pate Choux
As part of my Mother’s Day celebration, Bear attempted to make my very favorite dessert of Chocolate eclairs. He cooked up the special Pate Choux dough, then we piped it into these squashed up figure 8’s per Alton Brown’s instructions.

Eclairs
Straight out of the oven they were absolutely incredible. But before too long they deflated and got a little soggy. We think we know where we went wrong so we can try again with more success.

Even though we couldn’t fill them, they still tasted great, so we mixed up some fresh whipped cream and ate them with strawberries. And called it part of a nutritious breakfast.

Best Weekend

Happy Mother's Day

What a wonderful way to spend a day. Snuggled up to my favorite little guy while my favorite big guy makes me breakfast in bed.

Mother's Day Breakfast
Homemade pastry with fresh whipped cream and strawberries. It was perfection. And I only had to fight Lobo off a little bit.

Wrestling
It wasn’t too long before our family snuggletime devolved into a wrestling match between two troublemaking little boys.

Then I opened my presents: A storybook from “Atticus” [wink wink], but in the back were two tickets to the very most awesome comedian Patton Oswalt; and jewelry from Bear. He way overdid, and I spent the whole rest of the day contemplating returning the gift in the name of fiscal responsibility, but that just seems too mean to go through with. Plus it’s shiny and pretty. And since Bear knows that I don’t like diamonds because of the political ramifications of the diamond trade, he found me a gorgeous set of earrings and necklace made out of white topaz. So now I can have my bling guilt free. Except for the whole money part of course.

It was a really great day. The only problem is that Bear has set the bar way too high for Father’s Day. Unless I come through with super bowl tickets, I think I’m screwed.

Is Special Needs such a bad thing?

Tuckered Out

Among many Mormon women, Mother’s Day is secretly not a day of joy. We tend to have such high standards for ourselves that most of us feel constantly lacking and view Mother’s Day as a day to face up to just how far short we’re falling. Please don’t think there’s anything doctrinal about that, it just seems to be a common occurrence. I wonder, do the rest of you feel that tension? Do the rest of you feel guilty instead of celebrated?

During all those long years of infertility, Mother’s Day was thought of as “Hide the Razors Day” in my house. I’d skip church to avoid hearing the talks of how divine motherhood was and what angels were walking among us, angels that did not include me. And after years of discussions with my friends with kids, I fully expected to continue hating the day once Atti got here. But I don’t. I don’t feel this tremendous depressive guilt. I don’t feel like I’m lacking in all kinds of disgraceful ways. I feel so proud of what I’m accomplishing every day when the challenges I’m facing are so great.

Story Time

I think the trick is the whole letting go of expectations thing I’ve been forced to do. Once I accepted the fact that Atti had special needs, once I accepted that his growth was never going to match up with a neat little pediatrician’s chart, I let go of expectations for him and all the expectations I had for myself just went right along with them. It’s like all the regular mommy judgments don’t apply to me because we have a big asterisk on us over here.

How could I carry guilt for not breastfeeding when it was because Atti had special needs? How could I beat myself up about not using cloth diapers when it was because Atti had special needs? How could I feel bad for not holding him more, letting him watch television, exposing him to plastic, blah blah blah, when it was all because he had special needs?

Special Buddies

By no means do I feel like the perfect mother. And I can’t claim to be 100% guilt free. Like anybody else I worry about not exposing him to books enough, not doing his exercises enough, not getting his feedings right, scheduling him too much/not enough, whatever. But I can say that I am guilt reduced. Guilt reduced enough to take a day to sit back and be proud of what I’m accomplishing.

Through the months of therapy, I’ve learned to recognize every tiny feat Atti manages. We clap when he pushes up on his arms, we cheer when he picks up a cheerio, and we rejoice when he poops. I understand now what a miracle it is when he can coordinate the hundreds of muscles it takes to eat his food. Changing the way I view my child seems to have changed the way I view life. It’s like I changed the lens I view the world through to macro.

Kissing

I can’t really explain the pride I feel in myself when I can solve the little mystery of my child and give him what he needs. If I take care of my son all day and just manage to vacuum the rugs, I feel productive and virtuous. I can’t help but celebrate all the tiny little milestones in my own life as well. Today everyone got a bath. Yeah me! Today I made dinner and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. Whoo Hoo! Today I only spent two hours online. Hooray!! Understanding what Atti and I are fighting against makes me feel downright heroic just making it through the day.

Kissing Back

The thing is, every one of us has some kind of special needs, don’t we? A child with a challenging temperament, a husband with a demanding and time consuming job, maybe no husband at all, health problems, mental health problems, financial problems, lack of support systems, more than one young child, poor parenting examples, lack of education, you get the idea.

I don’t think that we should just sit back and make excuses, but maybe we all deserve a day a year to sit back, appreciate the special needs we’re overcoming, and feel proud of ourselves. Day by day we’re all struggling along the best we can, we all are striving for more. We’re accomplishing a mighty work here, shaping these young lives and creating sanctuaries of love and peace. Every day of the year we push ourselves towards better and demand the most of ourselves. I plan on spending Mother’s Day taking a deep breath, looking at my life and feeling proud of myself for doing what I’m doing despite everything working against me.

Hands

I hope you will too. I hope you’ll take a day to recognize your worth. I hope you’ll look around at everything that is blossoming under your care and appreciate just how often you’re succeeding, and how much you are treasured for your efforts.

Happy Mother’s Day

2009 Year of Pleasures #18

I’m feeling a little bit stuck these days. Just not feeling the creative mojo. This happens to me a lot when I finish a big project, I just have trouble getting myself kick started again.

Everything I’ve been working on for the past week has been long term works in progress. As I’m sure you can see from the sidebar, I have loads of things I’d like to do and never enough time to do them all, but none of them are really getting me motivated lately. And I always feel a little anxious when I start finishing a bunch of projects without adding new ones to the list. I have that irrational fear that all creative types get at one time or another – the well has run dry and I’ll never come up with another idea again.

Blank Slate
I spent yesterday cleaning my studio.

I don’t know what it is about a clean desk that I find so inspiring. I just have this urge to fill this desk back up with all kinds of messy things. But I also have an urge to just sit down in my comfy chair, prop my elbows up on this nice clean desk, and dream about what’s going to come next.

Plate Wall

Plate Wall From the ground floor

I’ve finally managed to tackle another big job I’ve been putting off and get all these plates I’ve been collecting over the past year hung up along the staircase. Living with those brown paper circles was making me batty!

Plate Wall Full View

This was a big job because it really required a solid uninterrupted couple of hours work for each phase of the project. Which is why I got stalled at the paper template phase for over a month. It’s simple, but it does take some time. Especially if you do it on a staircase like I did. Staircases and ladders get complicated.

Plate Wall Bottom of Stairs

The plates are a collection I’ve put together by culling ebay and vintage shops looking for glass plates made in the 50’s and 60’s. It all started with those peach saucers. Bear’s mom Sally had a bowl she inherited from her mom in that same finish – peach lusterware. I’m a sucker for anything that’s iridescent or opalescent, and that lusterware has such a gorgeous rainbow shine on top of the peach. I started looking into that and discovered a whole world of fantastic glass dishes. The most famous is milk glass, and then after Martha Stewart a lot of people have heard of Jadeite, that green glass that is so highly coveted. Lusterware is definitely collectible, but it isn’t quite as in demand yet. Hopefully I can collect a full set some day. Although I was super jealous when I saw that Eddie Ross has not only a full dish set, but a punch bowl and cups!

Plate Wall Top of Stairs

I arranged the plates in kind of a wedge shape so that it would look interesting, but also because it looked the best on that particular wall. The ceiling at the base of the stairs is over 20 feet high, so if I didn’t make the design wider down there it just looked minuscule.

Plate Wall Closeup
This is another kind of glass I learned about called Carnival glass. It’s crazy expensive, but I lucked into this little gem on ebay. It’s got that beautiful iridescent rainbow shine I’m so obsessed with.

Regular plate hangers wouldn’t work on some of the smaller or oddly shaped pieces, but Martha came through for me with her plate hanger tutorial. It worked like a dream.

Plate Wall Closeup
These two are the only modern plates I hung. These were at Anthropologie on clearance for dirt cheap and I couldn’t resist. The colors were perfect, they actually had our initials, and I liked the idea of adding a weird little monogram to the collection.

Over the years I’ve really struggled to identify my personal style. I love high glam, austere, modern design, and I really love the homemade traditional look. It’s my constant challenge to find ways to marry those two passions. I think the traditional decor of decorating with plates still fits with my modern decor thanks to the nontraditional arrangement and the high gloss of the glass. Even though these plates are (mostly) all vintage, the glass and finish just makes them look so modern.