Wednesday, November 25, 2009

3 Little Birds & The French Made-Objet de detritus



So here it is, one last picture of my "objets de detritus"(trash objects) for the Craftacular. We have had so much fun creating from lost rubbish into found treasures! Moral support is the only requirement if you stop by-no need to buy. I will be with my crafting sister Anastasia Korbitz at the booth The French Made. The show is downtown, at the Masonic Temple (301 Wisconsin Avenue) on Saturday, November 28 from 10am -5pm.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

An annual tradition







We completed our annual Thanksgiving chocolate candy making session with a lot of help from our youngest, Joe. Zola wins the prize for staying involved and interested in making the candies. The boys made one candy (in hopes they could eat it immediately) and focused the remainder of the time on scoping out any remnant chocolate or toffee pieces. Based on how jacked up they were on sugar, they were very successful in their search. It was a win win situation for all.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Craftacular November 28th 10am-5pm Madison, WI




Here are just a few items I have ready for the upcoming Craftacular. Come and visit if you have a chance (My dear friend & I will be at the booth called "The French Made") So many talented crafters-it's a terrific environment and sponsored by Glitter Workshop and Anthology (a store located on State Street) If you don't get a chance to stop by the craft show, Anthology has an incredible collection of handmade items as well. Perfect unique gifts for the holidays.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Crafting and Shooting




The days lately have been filled with a lot of crafting. Any spare moment I have had has been spent on trying to piece together the ideas I have for the upcoming Craftacular. (Stop by & visit The French Made -would love to see you!) My kids have caught the crafting fever as well. My crafting space has amebaed it's way across our finished basement. It is so exciting to see how they have each found their own way to creatively express themselves. Zola is making funky earrings and pins with miniature plastic farm animals, Mack is making Bot (as in robot) boxes and Fisher is making tiny scenes with fake snow, glitter and teeny plastic figures. Nothing makes me prouder than to see my kids with a glue gun. Joe (our 18 month old) is busy climbing anywhere he can get access.

We survived our first specimen dissections (owl pellets, cow's eye and a starfish). I've noticed a bit of a slow down after the last dissection. I guess one can only take so much dissection at a time.

Today, we received a package with Zola's Red Rider BB gun-only it's pink. Mack received my husband's childhood Red Rider so it was only fair that Zola get one as well. They have had such a great time creating targets and practicing their aim. It has also led to a lot of constructive discussions about safety and respect for guns. When I had my first son, I was hell bent that we would not have fire arms or anything that even slightly resembled a gun in our house. I even ordered squirt "animals" online before ordering online was convenient or affordable. Then, one day when Mack (my oldest son) was 2, he took a bite of his toast, pointed it at me and said "bang bang". I then realized that this would be a part of our lives and better to face it head on and talk about it -Really talk about it. As long as we don't receive and "frag-il-e" packages and no one "shoots their eye out," we'll be ok.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Me, wearing the fabulous scarf my friend made for me last year.

I missed my dear friend's birthday today. I missed calling her. I missed sending her a gift as we have done since she moved 2 years ago. She has been my "go to" friend, my "I could tell anything to, even if it was through a glass window in prison and she would still be there" friend.
Happy Birthday my dear dear friend and your gift is on its way.

Like so many things in our house, sometimes the important things get lost in the shuffle. I love that our house is busy, full of life busy, most of the time. Yet, I just remembered that we have a dead bird in a ziplock bag in our freezer and a butterfly habitat that needs to be dismantled. (Sadly, Kevin, the monarch butterfly died) Since we declared that we were slightly interested in wildlife rehabilitation , it seems like we've had an onslaught of creatures finding their way into our life. I'm starting to think that we need to dedicate our vegetable garden to a cemetery for the little creatures.

In the homeschool arena, we are thrilled to learn that another family that home schools has just moved into our neighborhood. Nothing could be better then learning that the boy who only lives a 1/2 a block away, loves Nerf guns. My boys have had a blast meeting a new friend over the weekend. We also received our dissection kits today. The reaction to seeing the specimens was mixed-from fascination to grossed out. Tomorrow we'll start with owl pellet dissection. The afternoon will probably bring Nerf gun modification.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Bear Cub, Han Solo, the Alien and the Owl. Oh and Kevin.



Super Lou. Saucy went as Saucy Drew (due to her keen ability to detect any missing candy. Unfortunately Saucy eats all evidence. Sorry Nancy.)





Halloween was a whirlwind of getting home made costumes ready (especially encouragement for my kids to make their own-very wise words from a very dear friend!) and decorating the house in a "spooky " manner. The spooky part involved tacking up a 2 ft piece of printed plastic (a smiling skull) onto our dirty picture window. I must admit, it did look a bit ominous from across the street (one can't see dirty window from that distance) until the I realized that the bar that divides the top window from the bottom made the skull look like he has braces. Or some serious orthodontist equipment. By morning, I found the pricey piece of plastic ripped down from the window on the floor. I was sure that our 17 month old had ripped it down but as I found hundreds of tiny teeth marks along the perimeter, I realized that it was our cat Duke. Duke is truly the most mellow easy going cats I have ever met but he has a serious addiction to chewing on plastic materials. (Barnes & Noble bags are rated top notch with Target bags runner up). So much for reusing the "spooky" skull with braces for next year. The rest of the night was hectic but fairly effortless-well with a glass of red wine beforehand. Zola made her owl costume completely on her own and it turned out to be better than anything I could have hot glued together for her. She has such vision & patience. Mack was just thrilled to be trick or treating with one of his best friends and at the prospect of getting full size Snicker bars. Fisher thinks Halloween is the best day ever-he has always been a candy fiend. Joe was resistant to the face paint needed in making him into a little bear cub but we distracted him with a preemptive piece of candy (or "gacko" as he refers to it as) as he was blissfully content to have anything drawn on his cherub cheeks.

The kids built a scary graveyard from graham crackers and candy (it was devoured by boys and beagles by sundown the next day) We also picked out our pumpkins at Kalscheur's farm (the perfect size with just the right number of animals to make one feel like we authentically picked pumpkins).

The day after Halloween felt exhausting. We have all (well, me, my husband, our oldest and our youngest) been recovering from whatever viral nastiness has been surrounding the rest of the world in nasty contagion cloud of congestion, fevers & just plain crumminess. One highlight amidst all the ho hum of just trying to feel better was the arrival of Kevin. Kevin, is a monarch butterfly that emerged from his found cocoon. Zola brought home the cocoon after finding it blowing in the wind under a basil leaf. The butterfly hatched and we released him on a gorgeous fall day only to find him huddled against our garage the next day. We placed him in a large Snyder's pretzels container (Costco size) with air holes at the top and some sugar water. So far, he appears to be doing alright. We have taken him out to clean out his habitat and he flies around a bit. After examining him, his bottom wings look like they never developed correctly. They look like crinkled crepe paper. So, until a warmer day when we can try to release him , we'll continue to refill his sugar water and ripe fruit and to learn as much as we can about rehabilitating butterflies.

The kids are really excited that we ordered a dissection kit (I hope I have the stomach I did back in college) We plan on dissecting an owl pellet, a cow's eye, an earthworm, a starfish, a clam and a frog. We'll keep you posted on the dissection front once they arrive.

We have been doing lots of crafting these days in preparation for the upcoming Craftacular on November 28th. I have so many ideas but I just don't have the time or little elves to make it all happen. I will pick and choose once the weekend is over and I'm able to really evaluate what is doable. My daughter and I visited Anthropologie for inspiration tonight. Some day when I'm all grown up, maybe my house will resemble the storefront windows. It was such a thrill to share the store with Zola. She is so present to all of the amazing trinkets and colors. I never imagined that Anthropologie could get better but having her with me raised the bar. We couldn't walk away empty handed-we bought a lovely metal hedgehog ring holder (oh so practical and how could we resist?), a metal "D" paper weight for my husband's bday and as Zola pointed out has double meaning for Dad & David and 2 clearanced dish towels that I plan on crafting into pillows for our bed. Remember the Mixed up File of Basil E. (can't remember the rest of the title) where the kids spent the night in the art museum? I could spend the night at Anthropologie.

One last mention: I've decided that it is crucial for me to add the moments of embarrassing truth/shame/confessions to my archives so that I will be able to truly remember everything in all of its realness. I'm calling it The Index. I sincerely hope that I will have readers/followers/friends after writing it. As my husband stated, once he enters our door, he can't think about anything else because being home consumes him entirely. Did I mention that my kids found a shrew today?