Stitches, more stitches, and no sewing

Finally, a blog post that isn't about something I'm sewing, rather, I've been sewn. Sandy and I both have stitches.

The dog had a gigantic tumor on her hip and it kept growing. It was outa control!  Poor dog looked like she had a football in her pocket. So, the vet removed the tumor and the dog had a very large incision with some of the ugliest stitches ever. After a week, we took her cone of shame off and she was free to scratch her ears again.

Taking the cone off only seemed like a good idea. Sandy thought it would also be a good idea to remove the stitches too. She bit them off and it was nasty! Back into surgery she went to trim up the incision and get stitched back up. She's back in the cone!

The very next day... I cut my finger. I was helping my daughter load some things into her car and I reached to open her car door and the handle of it was broken a little bit. Slice! I cut my middle finger pretty good. Ended up with 5 stitches and a tetnus shot. I'm so talented.

The dog and I are clumsily trying to get through the day without hurting ourselves even worse, or getting the cone stuck between chairs. I'm trying to type and start a new sewing project while flipping the bird , er, holding up my sore bandaged finger.

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Princess Merida dresses

Fresh from under my sewing machine - a dress to "change your fate!"  The perfect dress for "climbing Crown's Tooth and drinking from the fire falls". Just right for a girl who wants "to stay single, hair flowing in the wind while riding through the glen firing arrows into the sunset."

I may have seen the movie Brave a few too many times since the dialogue is so easy for me to quote!

I started working on these dresses a long time ago. The fabric came from Joann Fabrics and was probably a seasonal print. It's various shades of dark green with a clover print. I don't remember where I got the gold; it was either Joanns or Hobby Lobby. The green is a cotton broadcloth and the gold is a glitter infused polyester. Unfortunately, the gold is rough and itchy.

I raided the donation bag (why do we always have a bag of worn, neglected, unloved clothes? I always think I cleaned out all the old stuff, and as soon as I donate it all, we start another bag)  for old black Tshirts. Score!  Lining for the dresses is soft black Tshirt cotton.  I lined the front of the bodice, and the inside of the sleeves with what I cut from the Tshirts. I had a bit of the bottom of a bright yellow Tshirt from a day that I trimmed off the bottom of a Tshirt to make a comfy play dress for my daughter (that she has not  yet worn, arg) and lined the backside of the gold collar ruffle. Ahh, anti-itch softness next to the skin! My girls are officially spoiled!

I didn't have a pattern to work from, although there's probably one out there on the market. I just decided to wing it. After carefully looking at pictures of the dress from the movie, the Disney store, and the princess herself in Disneyland, I came up with what I think is authentic yet kid-friendly.  In the movie, Merida rides her horse, climbs a mountain, goes fishing in the creek, runs, jumps, eats, and more all in this dress. My kids will be just as active in it, but I'm keeping them off of horses and away from bears.

The sleeves and shoulders were the most difficult part of this dress. I cut the sleeves in half and then cut out a good three inch strip from each. Once I had a lower and an upper sleeve, I inserted a strip of gold in a lightly gathered sort of way. I also made little belt loop type strips and stuck three into the mix to make it look suspended. For the shoulder suspension, I just added the rufled gold strip on top of the shoulder seam and it worked! I'm happy with the way the sleeves and shoulders turned out! I opted not to add gold to the wrists too; let's face it, these girls are going to drag the edges of these sleeves through ketchup, chocolate, dirt, and many many other sticky things. The laundry factor plays a role in the design as well.

After making four lovely suspended sleeves, I added two of them to Libby's dress. The next day I discovered that they just looked weird somehow. Low and behold, I put a size 4 sleeve on the left and a size 8 sleeve on the right! The joys of making identical dresses! Since her arms are both the same size, I had to fix that.

I was going to put the sleeves on Gracie's dress, but it was 86 degrees out and the forcast looks about the same for the next week. Summer is coming too. What was I thinking making lined long sleeves for a girl who never gets cold? I decided to put her long sleeves in the bottom drawer where they will never be seen again, and give her a sleeveless Merida dress. I gave the dress some little cap sleeves, even though I vowed to never do that again because the cap sleeves crack me up too much. They are so funny looking! They stick out like little wings. But, it works on this dress and with the gold on the shoulder, there had to be something. She didn't want short puff sleeves, so funny little wings it is. That's ok, laughter is good for me.

I could not find a good ribbon for the bottom hem. After searching and searching, literally for months, I settled for the black ribbon with a Greek key pattern, or maybe it's Egyptian. Greek/Egyptian ribbon and Irish clovers on a Scottish princess dress. Eh, the kids will never know.  The ribbon does give the hem a finished look and the Disneyland Merida has lots of fanciness at the bottom of her dress, so I had to add something.

The belt is just some brown polyester and I made a gigantic button out of a piece of cardboard covered with the gold fabric. I'm not entirely happy with it, but once I get the plaid piece attached, that will make it much better. Merida has a Scottish plaid hand-towel or snuggle blanket or handkerchief something to that effect hanging from her belt. Whatever it is, I'll make one and attach it. I did not realize that blue/green plaid would be so hard to find in the spring. So far, no luck. I might have to add a blue/green floral print instead. I believe the plaid symbolizes the family clan and if that is true, our clan pattern will be flowery. Why not!  In the movie, she has a quiver hanging from her belt, so if I cannot find a good clan piece, I'll whip up a quiver instead. I love having options.

I put a metal zipper on my four year old's dress and she promptly told me, "Can you make a placket for the zipper so it won't touch me?" Yes, child, you can have a placket. Any four year old who knows what a placket is deserves to have one.

I've decided the ultimate finishing touch would be for the girls to have mops of big red curly hair. Yeah, umm... no. they'll just be wearing the hair they were born with: straight, tangled, mousey-brown. Maybe a red hair clip?

All  that is left to do is take these dresses for a test run at Disneyland. Once the girls put them through a full day of activity, eating, sweating, spilling and such then we will know whether the dresses are a success or not. Stay tuned!

*Update:  I found a piece of plaid! A long lost pair of winter flannel pajama pants resurfaced from the depths of my dresser drawers. The two legs became the plaid kerchiefs and now I have a pair of plaid pajama shorts! Ta-Da!

Friends with Big Warm Hearts

I have friends with great big wonderfully warm loving hearts. And.... then there's me. I've apparently got an ice cube beating in my chest. I'm not even upset by that, see how cold and harsh I am!

Recently, three of my friends have rescued dogs. As each one did this kind-hearted deed, I thought to myself, "No way would I have done that!" Kids, yes, I go all mama bear and am fiercely protective to all kids: mine, theirs, strangers... but dogs, no, they are not human children. My maternal instinct does not kick in for them.

We do have a pet dog and I do love her, but when it comes to other dogs I do not feel the same way. I am especially not warm-hearted when it comes to people rescuing dogs. Our dog has gotten away a few times, bolted out of the garage door when I got home with my arms full. Rather than chase her down while she's running 40 mph down the street, I just let her go while I take in my children, groceries and things and then I go back out and call her home. She enjoys a wee bit of freedom when she escapes, but only for a few minutes. On occasion, she is "rescued" by friendly neighbors just a block away, or less. Those are the times when she doesn't come back right away and I think, oh great, someone saved my stupid dog. ugh. It's the same routine, a few minutes pass and then we get a phone call from the Home Again people from which a code number was found on her tag. Yup, I'll go get her, where? Oh gee, that's just a few houses away and she's been gone for almost 5 whole minutes. Then I walk over, reclaim my lost and endangered dog from her rescuers who express all sorts of worry and distress on their part and we walk back home. These are not rescues, these are people who want to rescue but their big emotional hearts can't tell the difference between a dog who needs help and a dog who is just out for a joyful bolt in the sunshine. Rescue or kidnapping? You be the judge.

One of my husband's coworkers found a little dog and added it to her brood. She already owns three little dogs and after this lost dog wasn't claimed by anyone, she gave him a name and a personalized food dish. If that had been me, I would have not even noticed the little lost dog. And if I had, I certainly would have never entertained any thoughts of bringing it home and keeping it. No way! My ice cold heart wouldn't even have melted a little bit by just leaving the lost dog to fend for  himself in the big world. My friend, she would never think of leaving a lost little dog out on the street. He's a happy little mutt now!

Another friend found two black labs out wandering together in the street. So, she pulled over and put them in her mini-van and took them home. Her heart is big and loving and she just knew those dogs needed her help. She stuffed those big dogs in her van with her little children strapped into their carseats and took the dogs home. No freaking way would I put strange dogs, who incidentally, have big teeth, in my vehicle with my defenseless confined children. Me? Never. Ever. She called Animal Control and they came to her home and scanned the dogs for microchips, found the owners and all was well. Turned out that the dogs didn't eat her children and they were close to their home when she picked them up. Frosty ol' me says that's because they weren't lost and in need of rescue, they were just a short distance from home and probably would have returned home when the owner yelled for them. If I had seen them and felt any inclination to be of any help (let's face it, that feeling wouldn't have come over me anyway), I would have just called Animal Control and reported loose dogs. No way would I have risked life and limb to "save" them. She said she couldn't live with herself if they had gotten hurt. I say, they are dogs.

The other day, another friend of mine rescued a dog too. Once again, I totally wouldn't have done it. My thoughts, "Eh, dog in the street. He'll move."  My wonderful friend, "Oh no! A dog in the street! I'll save him!"  We were having coffee at a cute little coffee shop downtown and sat near the front door. From where I was, I couldn't see the street, but she could. A couple tied up their little dog to a chair on the patio and came in for coffee. Their little ankle-biter ran, knocking the chair over and my friend bolted out the door so fast I had no idea what happened. I heard the chair fall and could see it on it's side, all I could think was that someone fell over and proceeded to fall off the patio. Did that happen? See, I only think of helping people, not dogs. But even that thought did not prompt me to get off my tush and go be helpful in any way. I knew my friend was on the case, so there was no need for me to feign thoughtfulness. She ended up running after (or chasing?) the dog into the street and to catch him, she stepped on his leash. That act of kindness flattened her and she hurt her ankle. It looked like an Easter egg. But, she saved the dog from certain doom. I'm thinking, as fast as that little furball was going, he was not going to get hit by any cars. Plus,  his owners could have chased him down or hollared for him or something. At best, my effort to help in this instance would have been to stay in my chair with coffee in hand and just say out loud to the owners, "Hey, your dog ran off."  See, I'm not all icy inside.

No matter who I compare myself to, I am the cold one. I have ice running in my veins. I do not care about dogs on the loose unless they are about ready to attack me or my children. No way would I grab hold of a strange dog. They don't know that they need to be rescued. They don't know that they shouldn't bite. They might have ringworm or lice or who knows what kind of dog ickiness. I don't want that! My strong sense of caution overpowers any generosity, charity, friendliness or compassion. My friends, wonderfully loving people, they are all admirable women who have enormous hearts. I think they're all nuts.

The Many Adventures of Flat Tyler

We hosted a Flat Stanley these past couple of weeks. He is in transit back to his classroom in Colorado now, but we sure had fun with while we had him. 

We kept him busy and made sure he wrote in his travel log daily. He was very good about posing for pictures and gathering local brochures.

Here is a copy of Flat Tyler's journal:

Flat Tyler’s Travel Log

I arrived safely into the mailbox of my cousins, The Schumacher Family, in California.

Uncle Keith (who is actually my grandma’s cousin) is a middle school teacher and he teaches college. Aunt Mary is the mom of the family and the kids are my cousins, Gracie and Libby. Gracie is 7 years old and in the first grade. Libby is 4 ½ years old and will be in Kindergarten next year. Gracie goes to school part-time and does homeschool part-time.

 They also have a dog named Sandy. She’s 12 years old and very sweet.  

While I was visiting, The Schumachers had company. I met Uncle Ed from Las Vegas, Grandma Helen from Wyoming, Aunt Patty from Montana and cousin Jennifer also from Montana. They drove to California to spend a weekend with me and the Schumachers. Mostly, they wanted to meet Baby Alfred, my newest cousin.

The Schumachers took me to lots of places to see the local sites and experience California culture.  Gracie and Libby taught me to say “Chaw” and “Dude” like a Californian. I never needed my jacket or hat because it’s nice and warm there.  I told them about Colorado; they’ve never been there. The girls didn’t know what skiing is, but they have seen snow and pine trees when they took a winter vacation to Wyoming and South Dakota last year.  

Western Science Center -  Hemet, CA:  Gracie, Libby, Henry and I went to a dinosaur museum. It was a lot of fun! We saw the bones from a mammoth and a sloth. We got to see a short movie about dinosaurs in the Inland Empire (that’s what they call this area of California) and we got to make a fossil out of clay .

Busker Festival at Seaport Village:  We went to San Diego to the Busker Festival. A Busker is a street performer. Seaport Village is a shopping and eatery center along the edge of the San Diego Bay. We saw lots of different street performers and artists. There were musicians, dancers, acrobats and magicians. We also saw an escape artist and a couple of unicycle riding jugglers. 

Duck Pond – Temecula, CA:  One day we went to a city park called the Duck Pond. All it has is a pond and a walking path around it.  It was nice and there were a lot of ducks!  I had to be careful not to flutter in the wind or I’d end up swimming with the ducks.  

San Diego Air and Space Museum: We set out for an adventurous day at the San Diego Zoo. When we got there, the parking lot was packed solid and so was the overflow parking and every parking lot in the area. Aunt Mary finally found a parking spot but it was pretty far from the zoo. Conveniently, she discovered that we parked close to the Air and Space Museum. Gracie and I thought that was a better idea anyway!

The Air and Space Museum has a special Ripley’s Believe It or Not exhibit and we were able to see the museum and the Ripley’s exhibit too.  It was a lot of fun. We came home with coloring pages and paper airplane origami pages for fun at home. I got to see Bumblebee there!

Cabrillo National Monument:  We drove out to Point Loma which is a Navel Base at the tippy end of a peninsula. It was really cool!  From the point, you can see the San Diego Bay, the harbor, and the Pacific Ocean in the other direction.

Cabrillo was a European explorer and he is the first European to set foot on the west coast of what is now the United States.  This monument recognizes his adventures. He’s just like me: an adventurer discovering amazing places!  Cha!  (I’m really getting a hang of the California language).

There is also an old lighthouse at the National Park and you can go down to the shore to the tidepools and caves. There are small caves in the sides of the cliffs that were made by erosion. The land is very interesting and goes from shrub covered hills on one side of the peninsula to sand covered eroded cliffs on the other. 

Coronado Island, San Diego:  We drove across a huge bridge over the San Diego Bay to Coronado Island.  We played in the sand on the beach by the Ferry landing where I met a friend, another Flat Stanley! He didn't speak English, but we played and had a good time anyway.

Balboa Park:  Balboa Park is in the middle of San Diego. It houses the San Diego Zoo, a couple of playgrounds, numerous museums and gardens. The day we went, we just strolled on the walkways and enjoyed the local artists, played in the fountains, and admired the architecture.  Luckily, the bird rescue group was at Balboa Park so we got to see the birds again. We saw them at the Busker Festival too! They save abandoned pet parrots and exotic birds and readopt them to new homes. We didn’t adopt a bird, but we did get to hold a few. Libby doesn’t like to hold them because she thinks they will poop on her. She finally decided to try it and it was a lot of fun.

 

Easter:  I celebrated Easter with the Schumacher family. We went to an Easter Egg Hunt party at a friend’s house. He name is Justin and he’s 5 years old like me. His back yard is landscaped with natural California grasses and plants, so it was a lot of fun. They have the best back yard for an egg hunt! 

On Easter Sunday we went to a friend’s house for dinner. We had lots of great food. The Sanchez family had two dogs and two tortoises. They were really neat! They had an area of the back yard underneath the tree house that was their home. They live outside in the yard. One tortoise lost a leg so the family glued on a wheel from a toy car so she could get around. They both crawled faster than I thought they would. They love to eat dandelions. 

Science Center:  This is a museum in Balboa Park. The girls love this place. When we entered the museum the employee who greeted us at the entrance said, “Have fun and touch everything.”  Awesome!  We had a great time playing with all of the science center exhibits. There is a part of the museum that looks like a city and we played there for a while too.

Montessori School: One day I went to school with Gracie. She is in Ms. Andria’s class. Gracie is in a mixed class of 1^st – 3^rd grade. They have lunch outside on picnic tables. Their parking lot is also the playground and the gym. Most elementary schools have a playground but they do not have a cafeteria or a gym. They eat and play outside every day. Gracie and her classmates have never had a snow day.

Disneyland and Cars Land:  On my last day in California, I went with the Schumacher girls to Disneyland and California Adventure.  Gracie and Libby go to Disneyland often because it isn’t very far away. We left after school and got home a little after bedtime.

First we went into Disneyland. It was very exciting! We saw Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse and Goofy right away. Our first stop was the first aid station because Gracie’s tooth was falling out and she wanted an envelope or something to put it in when it fell out. They were very nice and gave her a little container. We walked up Main Street. Gracie’s favorite part of Main Street is the Magic Shop. It was amazing! Libby wanted to go to the Princess Fantasy Faire. We saw Ariel, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. I was made an honorary citizen of Disneyland and I got a button to wear for the rest of the day. Then we rode the Small World. We then went into Fantasyland and rode Alice in Wonderland’s Teacups.

Next we went to California Adventure, which is where Cars Land is. Cars Land is amazing! It is just like you step into the Cars movie! I got to meet Mater and Lightning McQueen! I also got to see the main street of Radiator Springs and see Ornament Valley. When it got dark, all the neon lights came on and it was just like it was in the movie. We rode on Mater’s Tractor ride which was more fun than anything!