Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins!

 I know, I know, that's technically not a nice thing to say, but it's such a FUN thing to say!  And it's what I think of when I see the final outcome of my little apron project for Micah.  It was supposed to be a birthday present (in November) but I just couldn't get my act together or SOMETHING...it's always something.  But here we are, almost at Christmas and it's those long, red-and-white-striped ties that get me...they look like elf stockings next to that green apron.  Come to think of it, add a furry hat and Micah would fit right in at the Northern Workshop, eh?

 Pockets!  I love pockets!

 The brown courderoy is from a pair of Taylor's old pants.

 This ended up really long, but by the time I was finished I didn't care anymore, I just wanted to be DONE!  The neck is adjustable too, so now Micah can wear this until he's in college.

And as per usual, once I get this old Singer singing, I can't stop there...what else can I make with these scraps of fabric I snagged from the IKEA scrap bin?

Hmmm....

Hmmmm....

Well, Korah was just whining on about her pencil case and how the cheap dollar store kind I bought her before school has since fallen apart wah wah wah, sooo....

...Christmas present for Korah!!

 This might be a weird shot, but I wanted to show how it has a handle.

(left over from Micah's apron)

 And do you see that...?  VELCRO!

I didn't plan well and had to sew one of those by hand [phew!]

I love velcro.

Sewing rocks...it's so fun making stuff!  Even if it's not complicated stuff, it's still really cool to create and form and craft with the hands!

It's Official...

Thank you to everyone who weighed in on an Etsy shop name for me!  I ignored all of you and went with something completely different!  Ahhahaha......but isn't that how think tanks work?  I was surprised to count up TWELVE friends who contributed suggestions and helped me think it through.  That blows me away and I'd like to send each of you a little goodie for spending your time with me!  Thank you for your encouragement!

I settled on Chroma Aquatic because I love Paul Simon's song, "Kodachrome". It was written the year before I was born and when I hear that tune all the fun parts of childhood pass before my eyes, ending with the time I got confused about what gear my Pinto Wagon was in and I ran into the Kodak photo booth in the Standard Brand's parking lot.  Ahh, sweet memories.

This weekend I am selling some real, honest-to-goodness greeting cards at the Domestic Bias Holiday Open House, so I've had to put my arse in gear and paint, print, decide on a bunch of things and I'm overwhelmed and totally loving all of it!  I officially have an Etsy shop but there's nothing in it, so don't even go over there.  If you want to know when it's up and running, email me at chromaaquatic@gmail.com.  (See what I did there?  I gots me an officially business email address!)

I'll let you know how the open house goes...I'm trying to stop being so pessimistic about it myself (about my own stuff-- all the other stuff is undoubtedly awesome), but if nothing else, it is a lot of fun!

Karma Bites Back And It Tastes Like Chocolate

The backstory:

Last night I went grocery shopping after the kids went to bed.  I got home late and tired so I threw the cold stuff in the fridge and went to sleep.  This morning, I had to drag myself out of bed at the crack of dawn to take the dog to get neutered.  Then I meet Dave at school, we switch cars, he goes to work and I go home...

I'm in one of those snobby-mom moods (you probably don't know what I'm talking about because I'm the only one who has these, I'm sure) and I'm realizing I had some helpers putting away the rest of the groceries this morning while I was away, and they obviously weren't aware of my brilliant master plans on how such things are done to maximize efficiency, stewardship and space conservation!  The Control Freak Locomotive has leaped the tracks!

And this is the thought that grumbles out of my mouth:

"No one does my job right."

Since my thoughts are synonymous with Facebook status updates I immediately drop what I'm doing and head to the computer to immortalize my bitter narcissism.  Facebook, my computer, or maybe God himself thinks this is a bad idea and saves me from myself; it won't post.  So I get up, turn around and take 3 steps to the kitchen to find this:

And then he started to rub his eyes... as I type this, it's still oozing out of his nose and tear ducts...

It looks like I don't do my job that well, either!

Keepin' it real,
Wendy

Thumb-Sucker

I am not paying for braces for you, buddy.