So I drew sis-in-law-Liz for Chrimmat and since she's a big fan of running, I pulled out my bff (the Silhouette) and made her a tile sign (recognize that tile??), the sentiment with which I personally cannot identify. Mad respect for folks who run and actually enjoy it. I run a lot, so I'd love to feel that way. But nope. Wanna die every second that shiz is happening.
And since I was on a vinyl-on-tile kick, I made another wee tile sign with my very favorite quote of all time (made famous by MaryAnne Loveless and the old hymn book). The sentiment is: quit worrying about everything, dummy.
And then I also made Liz this sign out of, yes, antiqued, aka old, wood planks.
Oh and THEN, as I was brainstorming xmas present ideas for my cute little niece, I came across this doll bed plan (from Ana-white.com). And remember how I obsessively made miniature baked goods that one time and then shared it on the internets? And remember how once I start a project, I get mildly obsessive about it? Well the doll bed preceded those notorious baked goods, so this was probably the catalyst for that particular insanity (and more insanity to come, in all likelihood). We don't have to talk about just how many hours were poured into this, but suffice it to say, it's embarrassing. But if you're squeeing every hour or so at your baby lace throw pillows and other various miniature goodness, I think it's ok, right? I'm pretty sure that's the rule.
The checker at Home Depot asked what I was using the wood for and I said, "A miniature bed." And SHE gave ME a weird look. Can't a grown woman make a doll bed without being interrogated?
And then I realized you can't have a farm-style doll bed without a mattress and pillows and quilt. What kind of comfort that does offer to inanimate play things? And here's where I got in deep. I pulled out the ol' sewing machine that
And then I was like, "Oh, yeah, I'm completely sewing illiterate, but I'm'a tuft this sucker." And thus, it was en-tufted.
I think the sewing is passable (just not up close). Turns out sewing isn't the spawn-of-Satan activity I always thought it was (thanks, home ec).
And then the real exciting news happened: I got a dehydrator, so I've been sucking moisture from anything that will hold still long enough. I'm like an Aquaman villain up in here.
You can come have some. It's kind of amazeballs.