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Bracelet of Joy

So, whenever I get stuck on a project (for example I can't quilt because my sewing machine is in the shop and if I look at another crochet hexagon I'll barf) it's time to make some quick pretty jewelry.

Today I made this-

It's a bead and wire bracelet made from a free pattern found here:,2025,DIY_13745_3471400,00.html. I minimized the swirly things on the ends. Plus, since it was a "I have to make this today even if I don't have 16 gauge wire" sort of day- there are some things I would change. I would use 16 gauge wire. With the thinner wire, it pretty much bent out of shape every time I yanked on the wire wrapping. Plus, its not that sturdy so doesn't really stay on so well. I would also use beads with a bigger difference in color in size.

All in all, I love it and I'm wearing it tomorrow.


So, its really easy to make Anna very very happy. We went to WalMart and bought the biggest jar of pickles we could find.

She was in awe when we showed it to her in the store. She just kind of whispered "Pickles".

That is one little girl who definitely loves pickles.

There's a sewing machine sized hole in my heart.

I had to take my sewing machine into the repair shop today. It's going to take at least two weeks and 65 dollars before I get it back. It couldn't have decided to stop working at a worse time. I need to finish the wedding quilt by the first week of June or so. I'm halfway through machine quilting the quilt for Anna. And the lump is a girl and I so want to start a pretty pink girly quilt for her. Aargh. Two weeks is really not that long, right?

I guess I just need to focus on the two baby blankets I started and some of my other yarny projects while I have no other choice.

Hmmm, is it wrong to miss a sewing machine?

Baby Related Crafting

Why start only one baby blanket when you can start two?

Crocheted Hexagon Blanket-

Knitted Mitered Squares-

And the lump is...

...perfectly healthy as far as can be seen in ultrasound. There are two each of legs, arms, hands and feet. A functioning heart, stomach, kidneys and bladder. No cleft palette. No Spina Bifida. She seems to be doing great.

Yep, she. The lump is a girl. Brendan, Anna and I are all excited. I can't wait to get to the crafty store and buy some pink fabric and yarn. We are completely clueless as far as a name goes, though. I'm getting a baby name book from the library tonight and we are getting down to business. Sunday we'll draw a name for a winner for the Name the Lump contest. I'll also post all the girl names that were suggested. So, if there is anyone out there who would still like to enter, you have until Sunday.

In other news, Anna is essentially potty trained. She hasn't had an accident in three days or so. I'm so proud of my big girl.

Makes me wonder what exactly we're getting ourselves in to. We're at a great place- Anna is potty trained and a great…

The Best Laid Plans

When I made my plans for a quilting weekend, I failed to anticipate a beautiful day Saturday and a headache which left me whimpering in a dark room on Sunday. I still got a lot accomplished, though. The quilt top is done-

I'm going to try and finish it up this week but no big rush. Anna seems to like it just as it is.

It turned out much as I imagined it- a field of black and white with random pops of bright color. To achieve the random effect, I used my favorite method. I laid everything out just as I wanted it. Anna came along and threw everything around. I sewed them together as they landed. Randomness is easy to achieve in this house.

10:50 Saturday Morning

I finished all 35 nine patch blocks. But, before I can get on with the exciting (and by exciting I mean terrifying) step of cutting them into fourths and scrambling them up, I am forced into taking a break. The house has got to be straightened and dishes done before I have the necessary room to iron and cut. Oh the joys of a small apartment. Unfortunately, part of that straightening up includes three games worth of Trivial Pursuit questions scattered all over the floor by Anna while I was distracted sewing. If she hadn't just used the potty completely by herself, I would be really frustrated with her right now. As is, she's pretty neat.

Crafty Marathon

I thought I would start off with Anna cuteness.

So, first of all, Anna had declared that the lump is a girl and should be named Hoobie Doobie. I'm sensing strong influences from our Sesame Street Three Bears and a New Baby dvd (in which Baby Bear gets a new baby sister) and Edwina: The Dinosaur Who Didn't Know She Was Extinct by Mo Willems (in which the boy is named Reginald VonHoobieDoobie). It's way cute though to hear her say Hoobie Doobie.

And speaking of naming the lump, we have only had three people submit names for the Name the Lump Contest. (Sorry Alex and Madison you only count as one. Kind of like those celebrity couples. Which do you prefer, Alison or Madex?) Anyway, the ultrasound is on this coming Thursday the 17th. Cross your fingers that the lump is not shy because I really want to know gender. I am making that the official deadline to have all entries in. Thursday the 17th by 3:30 pm. After that, we'll probably choose some winners completely arbitrarily-…

Busy, busy, busy!

Things are crazy here in Utah. For example, it snowed this morning. Stupid yucky snow. It's already all melted off but the very idea makes me not very happy.

I'm also sick with a sore throat and a cough. Yuck.

In better news, Saturday night I finished up a commission. Two shrugs- one for the bride and one for a bridesmaid. And just in time. The wedding is tomorrow.

I am very glad to have them done and out of my too do pile.

Our lives revolve around the potty right now.

We talk about it. We watch movies about it. We, however, are having little success actually using the potty. Well maybe a little success. After cleaning up four puddles yesterday, I only had to clean up half a puddle today. Half in a trail leading to the potty, half in the potty. That's progress right? Please let that be progress. I think potty training just may kill me.