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Friday, 06 May 2011

  • Sew Lazy

    I've been really lazy sewing this spring.  Lazy for me means that I've been spending HOURS scouring free tutorials online in an effort to not have to use a paper pattern.  Not that I have anything against paper patterns.  Ok, yea, I do.  Mostly during the summer time when I think clothing should be simple and pretty and easy to make so you can wear it the morning after you cut it out! 

    So I've made the girls some pillowcase dresses.  I'm procrastinating on breaking out the pile of paper patterns I have stacked neatly along with the material I've picked out for each of them.  I have a strong urge to modify them so they don't involve zippers or ties so the girls can get them on by themselves.  But I haven't felt like it.  Modifying is easier when there isn't a pattern to begin with!  I put elastic in the tops of these dresses instead of ties for dressing ease!

    These dresses turned out dressier than I planned.  They are supposed to be play clothes, but right now they're being worn "OUT".

     

    These dresses were even easier than the first ones.  BUT, I am never using bias tape for the armhole facings EVER again.  I will make my own facings because the whole POINT of these dresses is that they're supposed to be easy!  Bias tape on an inner armhole is NOT easy.  The first dresses were lined so I didn't have to worry about it.

     

    Made some panties to match, too.  You can never be too careful with your little girls.

    

    I thought the girls' dresses were so cute that I made myself a similarly styled summer top.  I LOVE it!

      

    Unfortunately, I added a bit too much (like NINE inches!  What was I thinking?) ease, and it looked too puffy on me.  That was embarassing.  But one of my friends was happy to give it a new home.

Monday, 26 July 2010

  • I'm not so sure about this one...

    It finally happened. Another one of those rites of passage for motherhood, I suppose.  I was out grocery shopping with all four of my little angels. They were in fine form and being very good and sweet and happy to everyone we met. As we rounded a corner, I stopped to put more items in the cart, and a very friendly (and very overweight) lady noticed Z and struck up a conversation with him. She commented on how sweet and handsome he is, said hello to the other three and moved down the aisle to her husband and two children. She pointed out to her husband “those beautiful children” and he smiled and said hello to all of them, as well. We were moving down the aisle in the opposite direction when Z said to me, “Mommy, those people are REALLY BIG.” He didn’t say it in a rude or mocking way. Just his innocent, childish way of observing. I wished the pudding display would just topple over and bury me, even though I wasn’t sure if they actually overheard him. I promptly changed the subject and resolved that we will have to discuss this.

    Z is one of those irresistible children who will talk to anyone. He doesn’t discriminate. Any color, any size and he’s happy to call you a friend if you’ll give him the time of day. (The girls are the complete opposite of this and rarely talk to anyone they don‘t know.) His observation was simple and accurate, but I am somewhat stumped on how to explain that some descriptive words can be hurtful to others. My children are genuinely sweet and simple. They don’t say mean things or call anyone names. They have only recently become aware of words like “ugly” and “stupid”, and those were easy words to deal with. We don’t use them because they are not nice words. Period. If he had said the people were “fat”, that would have been easy (though probably even more humiliating for me!), as it could be added to the Not Nice Words list. But I don’t know how to handle this one. I’ve been mulling it over for a week now and I got nuthin’. My usually keen mommy intuition is failing me here.

Sunday, 18 July 2010

  • Feeling Pretty Again

    A friend recently posted on our message board about her personal efforts to again feel pretty as a stay-at-home-mom. It opened a good discussion about where we all are in this department, and it really struck a cord with me. A common complaint voiced by men is that once women get married they “let themselves go”. While many women don’t do this, especially those in the working world, there are plenty of women who completely justify this complaint. Stay-at-home-moms are especially guilty. I was never a high-maintenance kind of girl before I got married or had kids, but being pretty requires effort, and I’ll admit that finding the time to put forth the effort has become MUCH more challenging as I’ve had children and juggled constantly increasing responsibilities.

    In my own experience as a stay-at-home-mom, I’ve never struggled with my weight or resigned myself to wearing sweats and t-shirts. I’ve always made it a priority to take a shower and brush my teeth every day. But I have been guilty of neglecting other things. Back in my pre-married/pre-kids days I wore make-up every day. AFTER the kids came along wearing my “good” make-up everyday felt like a bit of a waste. I excused myself by reasoning that the only people I ever see are my kids and my husband. My husband thinks I look good the moment I roll out of bed in the morning, and I hated smearing make-up on my kids when I hugged or kissed them. When I was doing daycare I didn’t really feel like I owed it to anyone to spend 20 minutes putting on my face in the morning. I would way rather sleep, and I certainly needed that to make it through the day with 4-6 little kids running all over the place! Make-up became something I only did if I was going out. Back in the daycare days it was rare for me to leave the house more than once a week, though. So yea, I dropped the make-up.

    Clothes were another thing that kind of fell by the wayside. Before I had kids dressing “cute” was a priority to me. Things changed after I got pregnant for the first time. I’ve bought clothes over the years. Mostly maternity clothes, since those were an absolute necessity. But the rest have been few and far between. I think it’s fairly common for a mom to go out shopping, needing a few things for herself, and come home with new clothes or shoes for the kids instead. They are continually growing, and constantly needing new stuff. It’s easy to look at new clothes for myself as a mere want instead of a need. And then, kids are HARD on clothes, even Mommy’s. With young kids, spit-up, snot, pee, etc. constantly find their way onto my clothes. There’s no re-wearing an item that didn’t get dirty. It’s all dirty every day. Clothes that require ironing are daunting at best, and dry clean only clothes are no longer even considered. I have some gorgeous Ann Taylor dresses hanging in my closet that have been hanging there for 6 years now. I am happy that they still fit. I occasionally pull them out and try them on to reassure myself that they aren’t wasting space. But a lot of my stuff has been looking a little worn.

    I turned 30 this year, and I have to admit that I am not one of those women who is gracefully embracing aging. It’s sometimes painful to look into the mirror and realize that some parts of my body have been eternally sacrificed to the bearing and nurturing of my children and they will never be the same. The gray hairs will not decrease in number. The smile lines around my eyes will most likely grow deeper. I’ve been having a bit of a pity party for the last couple of months, but thanks to my friend it finally occurred to me that I have at least 15 good years left and I am NOT going to waste them!

    I totally had to change everything I have let myself think for the last six years and drop the excuses. For me being pretty is all about how I feel about myself. My husband can tell me that I am pretty every day, but if I don’t feel that way it won’t make any difference. So I’ve determined to go back to putting in the effort every day to making myself feel pretty. This requires a little bit of sacrifice because it can take a lot of time! But it is totally worth it. I pull out my make-up, blow-dryer (which has been retired for almost seven years), curing iron, hairspray, lotions, and perfumes on an almost daily basis now. I purposefully bought myself some new t-shirts to wear with my summer skirts, and some new material to make some new skirts and sundresses. I feel like a brand new woman! I am still a stay-at-home-mom who rarely sees anyone, but I feel so much better about myself and happier in general. Why I let myself fall into that fatal rut is beyond me. I hope it never happens again. If I’m going to be a stay-at-home-mom, I want to be the kind of woman that guys hope their girl will be when they get married and have kids. If I can do that, I’ve redeemed myself.

Sunday, 03 January 2010

  • Disgusting Play-Doh

    I have this total love/hate relationship with the stuff.  My kids adore it, and I think I'd rather unload multiple loads of dishes (my most distastful domestic chore) than clean up after a Play-Doh disaster hits.  I do make my little darlings clean up when they are done, but even with their best efforts, I have plenty of job security.  Let's face it, 2 and 4 year olds cannot come near returning ground zero, formerly known as the kitchen table, to it's original state after a disaster of that magnitude strikes.  It takes me a good half an hour to clean it all off all the accessories, scrub it off the table, and vacuume all the tiny bits off the floor, and that doesn't even include washing the ground in Play-Doh laundry.  But my one concession to the squishy, crumbly mess is that it entertains my kids better than "Nemo".  And that's saying something.

    When Z turned three, my parents were in the area visiting my mom's family and their favorite grandchildren.  I was silently horrified when my mom left the task of picking out Z's present to my dad, who enthusiastically (deviously?) presented my just-turned-three year old with this...

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    Of course Z thought it was the greatest thing in the world.  And now that the girls are approaching three years of age themselves, they are right in the middle of the Play-Doh action.  It's killing me because there are three of them, and at least one of them suggests playing with it every other day or so.  And that's how things got ugly...

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    There are no longer 20 different cans of Play-Doh in 20 different colors.  The following is my entry for The World's Most Disgusting Play-Doh. 

    The kids ask, "Mommy, can we play with Play-Doh?"

    "Sure.  What color do you want?"

    "The purple one."

    "Ok, Darling.  Here you go!"

    "Ew, Mommy!  I don't want that Play-Doh!"

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    "I'm sorry, Baby.  That's what's in the purple can." 

    "Can I have the pink one?"

    "Ok."

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    "That's icky."

    "I know, but that's all we have."

    That's what's in all the cans... with some gross looking variations.  The kids love making "worms" with the Play-Doh "Fun Factory", but with the colors we have, their creations come out looking more like...

    Spaghetti that got lost in the back of the fridge six months ago...

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    Intestinal parasites anyone?

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    And, um... yea...

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    Once they get past how ugly the colors are, they still have fun with the "gross Play-Doh", and can entertain themselves with it for a good hour.  And hey, it keeps them busy enough to give me plenty of time to unload the dishwasher.

Friday, 03 July 2009

  • Z's opinion on baby fashion

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    So A was wearing this outfit the other day and Z says, "That's a funny looking outfit, Mommy!"

    "No it's not," I replied.  "This used to be one of my favorite outfits on you when you were a baby."

    Z said (in a high, unnatural voice he uses to interpret baby-talk), "And when I was a baby I said, "TAKE IT OFF ME! TAKE IT OFF ME!"!"

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About Me

  • I am a stay at home mom to a 6 year old, TWO 4 year olds, and a 2 year old. I adore sewing, which is productive (I sew a lot of my kids' clothes) and theraputic (keeps me from becoming a crazy lady because I'm home ALL DAY EVERY DAY with four kids!). I also enjoy painting and crafting. I'm a reluctant cook (mostly because I'm cooking for six people, five of whom are super picky! AHEM!!) who has actually blossomed into a fairly GOOD cook, I think. (Don't ask my kids for their opinions on this!) I have a weakness for... (ok, fine!) an ADDICTION TO chocolate because I don't drink and I think that's the second best thing!