More decoupaged suitcases! They'll all be listed in my Etsy shop this afternoon.
I've been working on several decoupaged suitcases over the past few weeks. I put them in my Etsy shop today. I'm sure I'm not the only person who has every decoupaged a suitcase, but I've been wanting to make some for years.
Frequently, I'll find an old book at a garage sale or thrift store, and it will have a few pages damages or scribbled on. I love being able to salvage the good pages and do something fun with them. These took a while to get "just so", but they were satisfying to make.
I have a ton of retro children's books, and have always wanted to decoupage something with them. I'm also working on jewelry, a pair of shoes, and a purse. I thought the toaster would be fun, but I figured that was a bad idea. If you don't nail it down, I'll decoupage it.
These are from "The Little Red Caboose", and "Firetruck", both Little Golden Books. My favorite is the cuckoo clock being tossed down. The images are so familiar and comforting to me. Do certain illustrations make you feel 5 years old again?
Hey....I'll let you in on a secret. I'm tired of typing alternate names for my daughter.
I've used a pseudonym for her until now because I'm paranoid about:
a. People trying to abduct her. If they know her name, I reason in my crazy overprotective head, it will be easier to nab her.
b. She might not appreciate the publicity later on in life.
Well, I think both of those are a little on the silly side. A-I never let the kid out of my sight, and I'm a total worry wart mother chicken. Anyone even thinking of nabbing my little precious wouldn't have a chance. I'm just too paranoid and hovering. And B- she will probably have her own Facebook page/blah blah/technological blah blah super early in life. If she doesn't like the photos or info on here, she can use her little computer whiz mind to come back and erase things.
So.....without further ado:
My daughter's name is Violet.
Or Super Violet.
I like that her name is a color and a flower. I like that it's old fashioned. I like that it's feminine and pretty. I hope 5 million other people don't suddenly decide it's a good name. I also like that Violet on the Peanuts is the girl who threw the Halloween party every year. And Violet Baudelaire. Adam really liked the name, too. We also like that we have wild violets growing in our woods.
I put these in her stocking this year. Adam likes them, but I think they're nasty. They taste like those Avon bath salts you'd get as a kid. They smell lovely, but who wants to eat bath salts? Apparently, violet scented/flavored candies were all the rage in the early 1900s.
How old is that fruitcake? Well, it's time to choose a winner.Vanessa guessed Christmas of 2008. Sarah guessed (more like worried) the prize was the remainder of the fruitcake.
The fruitcake is from 2005!!!!! Oh, yeah...you heard that correctly....2005.
Vanessa and Sarah will each be the recipients of a slice of fruitcake. You didn't think I'd send the whole precious fruitcake, did you? Adam is still eating it.
If you can guess how old this fruitcake is, I'll give you a prize.
You will just DIE when I tell you how old that fruitcake is. Guess!!!
I wanted to make something for Miss TwoTwo, but I wanted it to go quickly. So....I limited myself to 30 minutes. Whatever I could do by then, that's what she'd get. I've been trying to recycle/upcycle things instead of donating them lately.
I took an old sweater of mine I accidentally shrunk. It's fuzzy mohair and a soft periwinkle color. I placed a sleeveless dress that fits my daughter over the front and cut around it. The turtleneck stays the same, it just becomes a big turtleneck. I cut the sleeves off to match sleeves from one of her sweaters. I just guessed. I tried to make the curve of the sleeve match the curve of the armpits.
Turn inside out, and sew the side seams. Turn sleeve inside out, and sew the bottom seam.
Now....if you want to get fancier, play around with some felt.
I used iron on adhesive paper, and cut out shapes with felt. I ironed that onto the sweater, then sewed around by hand with embroidery thread. I sewed buttons onto circles of felt for eyes. She's really into owls, so it was a hit.
Jar #12 looked kind of gross.
Virginia Frances Sterrett did super lush illustrations for "Arabian Nights". She only lived from 1900-1931, dying of tubercolosis. We can only imagine what amazing stuff she'd have created if she'd lived a longer life.
I think it will be the "Scheherazade Room". Or suite. Or something ridiculous considering how tiny and non-elegant my house is at the moment. I can still have fun, can't I?
I really, really, really wish I lived across the street from Tilda Swinton.
Then, every single day, I could look forward to the moment she left her house. It would bring me bucket loads of joy to stand at my window with binoculars, waiting with baited breath for the moment she opened that door. And if this is what she wears to the Golden Globes, what in the world does she throw on to go get the mail?
We've had snow for the past 4 days!
Do you guys remember a strange bumper sticker/rear window sticker from the nineties that read, "Ain't Skeered"? That one always bugged me, and my husband, too. He said, "Why would I presume you were scared?"
Back to our winter wonderland....
Adam and Miss TwoTwo built her very first real snowman. Did I tell y'all that over Christmas, she kept taking all the boxes and putting clothes on them? We finally figured out she was making "snowmen". She'd put on a coat, glove, buttons (Cheerios...sigh), and finally a hat. Then she'd stand back and wait. After a few seconds, when nothing happened, she'd knock it all down and start over.
Here's Adam's ice sword. Adam pulled Miss TwoTwo on a little sled. She really like playing "Snowball", where she would say, "Ready!", then Adam would gently throw a snowball at her. The good times never end.
It was filled with plastic promotional items, some of which I'll actually use. Top-pastry scraper/clay tool. I'll use the thingie on the far left for icing. The pink whistle is fun--Miss TwoTwo will love it. The First Nation Band rectangle is a whistle, too---it sounds like a train! I think I'll put them on my key chains. Maybe I can train my daughter to come running when I blow the whistle. Who am I kidding? We're attached at the hip. I'm not a parent who lets my child stray. I'm a worry wart, mother hen type.
A strange thing has happened.....I've had a flood of blog visitors looking for the Rapunzel movie site. Here is the link to Rapunzel, the official site.
About a year ago, I did a post on illustrations from the fairy tale. Apparently, some of the images I used are coming up high in the Google search for 'Rapunzel'. Sorry to dissapoint all the eight year old girls in America, but what you're looking for isn't here. Good luck!
It makes me really happy to find a new artist whose work I dig. Dig. I sound like a hippy. Next thing you know, I'll be slathering myself in patchouli.
And it's not like they're usually a new artist....just new to me. So I'd like to share some of my favorites from an Italian photographer named Roberto Kusterle.
This reminds me of my cousin Scott. One, because it looks like him. Two, he's a photographer. Three, I would not be the slightest bit surprised to see Scott suddenly sitting on the couch holding fish up to his face and saying something like, "Hey Prima Laura, do I have something in my eye?"
Ouch. This one reminds me of so many different things....a pufferfish/sea anemone, a bad experience I had pruning a rose bush this spring, and that certain kind of person that always seems to hurt everyone around them.
Okay, I'll be super picky for a moment. There's something about this one that isn't working for me. I'm too aware of technical stuff going on in it. I am taken out of the experience of seeing it becauseI'm distracted by the blurry, overly manipulated bits. That aside, it's quite a powerful image. Seeing it makes me uneasy and a little panicky. It gives me a feeling of being in a dream where I need to run but can't get my feet to move.
This one makes me feel a lot of different things....lonely, curious, kind of hopeful. I love art that stirs up a visceral reaction. My favorite artists are the ones that create work that I find hard to discuss. I prefer a mysterious, nebulous quality that always leaves room for interpretation. I think good music often does that, too. In fact, the second I saw this image, I started humming this.
Side note...Shearwater is a really intriguing band I heard on Eklektikos on NPR. Go give them a listen. In this NPR mini desk concert, they start out by talking about a water drum. I think that's a quirky and cool little instrument. Maybe I'll have to put that on my ginormous list of Things To Make. I love their mix of homemade looking instruments. Is the guy in the weird glasses blowing air into a keyboard through a hose? And that dulcimer looks like it was made out of Hurricane Katrina refuse. Interesting.
I think it's time to resume What's in the jar Wednesdays, don't you?
This was a colorful jar! This was a fun one, too---Miss TwoTwo was itching to touch everything. Are we going with Miss TwoTwo? I may change it, but for now, my recently-turned-2-year-old-daughter will be known as Miss TwoTwo.
I pretended the pterodactyl was attacking my hair, then told it "No," very sternly. She thought that was hilarious. I love an easy crowd. I made her try to say "pterodactyl" before I gave it to her. She tried very hard, and came up with "HairDuckTurtle". Close enough.