So the bug of makingness has apparently bitten me, and things are being made as a result. Not useful things, such as houses or money; not lofty things, such as charitable donations or Life Goals. No; these are crafty things and crafty things alone. And since I am pretty much devoid of any hand-eye coordination or natural artistic talent, they are not necessarily--not at all, really--beautiful things; but still, I made them, or am making them, or plan to make them soon.
1. We own a pair of Pyrex measuring cups. One holds four cups, the other two. What they do not hold, though, is up well to regular dishwashing. (Can you parse that sentence?) So we were stuck with a pair of measuring cups with illegible measurements marked on them, which were just about as useful as a bunch of condoms run through a perforator. Then, as I was in the process of adding "measuring cups" to our Target shopping list, it occurred to me that I had a bunch of Vitrea 160 glass markers hanging around somewhere. "Hanging around somewhere" proved to mean, excitingly, in the well-labeled "Paints" drawer in my office; in other words, exactly where they were supposed to be. (So rare! So satisfying in a housewifely sense!)
I took marker in hand and traced over the faded remnants of the measurement lines; and now, rather than having to shell out $6 or whatever for new cups, we have amateurish-looking much-used cups with bright green and pink lines and numbers scrawled all over them. Hooray for thrifty progress! Now I can feel less bad about having paid $5.75 apiece for those markers however many years ago!
2. I scrapbooked! Dang! It's a point of pride with me to never ever scrapbook! And it's a layout for publication (illustrating the use of LumaPix FotoFusion, which is a really nice photo layout tool esp. for non-scrapbooky types), so I can't post it here (thereby giving you a peek at the ugliest layout to ever see print), but I did use a photo that's too swell not to share.
What a handsome, smiley guy. Chock-full of happy, that kid.
3. Tonight is, once again, Portland Spelling Bee night. And tonight those of us who are previous champions (polishes nails on shirt) are supposed to wear our official champion T-shirts. But the one I wanted to wear, 'cause it's black (the newer ones are white) is a size men's large and looks rather like a burqa when wrapped about my willowy (ha) frame. So I'm following the directions in the unfortunately-named but very inspiring book Generation T* to turn this blah-ish garment into a thoroughly styley creation. Cutting out the sides, poking some holes and re-lacing it up with some swell ribbon, which I still need to go and buy.
4. This is not my craft, but the boys': Fisher and Rhys gave Jim a Charger model car for his birthday. And today was the day to paint it. They all sat down with wee bottles of highly toxic Testor paint and started swabbing away. Then, for some reason, Jim decided to come check his e-mail while the boys were still painting. Not 30 seconds later, Rhys came running in and yelled "Fisher has a silver mustache!" Yes, yes; he did in fact have a giant silver swipe across his top lip. He'd scratched his nose with paint on his fingers. Probably would've happened even if Jim had been out there supervising... yeah, maybe. (The paint came right off. We'll let you know if he exhibits any brain damage. And I really hope we don't find him "accidentally" sticking more paint under his nose... ah, parenthood.)
*seriously, if you have lots of T-shirts hanging around that you never wear 'cause T-shirts are kind of boring and ill-fitting, you neeeeed this book.