so thankful...

I knew I liked the Dirty Jobs guy for a reason.

Read this letter. By Mike Rowe.

If you want. I'm not telling you what to do.

bags for tracy.

diaper pocket and changing pad.

wool dryer balls. And cloth diapers. go green. save the world.

So I found this tutorial on goodmama while researching dryer sheet alternatives.

Wool dryer balls. They're supposed to cut down drying time and fluff your clothes without dryer sheets. To avoid waste and chemicals and stuff.

I might try 'em. Mostly just so I can have a big glass jar of colorful yarn balls in my laundry closet. And to um, rethink-reuse-recycle.

goodmama makes cloth diapers. Cute ones. My sister uses cloth diapers, and has no complaints. Well, as much as we all do about what comes with diapers. But she likes 'em. So if you've been thinking about cloth diapering, talk to Cassy. And goodmama.

I'm totally a disposable kind of girl. I love luvs.

i love martha's craft of the day today.

Beaded Mamograms. I mean Monograms.

I think I just love the greens in the picture. I'm not actually patient enough to make the momogram. But good idea, Martha. Or staff thereof.

dani L.

I'd like to introduce you to a new up-and coming artist on the indie scene. THis girl is fantastic. dani L. has such an honest, youthful flair in her art. Her creativity is unique, and uncontrollable.


It's in her soul.

we've got the pukes at our house.

happy happy joy joy.

perspective. and projects.

I'm a little stressed out. I don't mind sharing.

I've got an Andre the Giant sized handful of projects and orders to get out before Christmas, and even though I'm sewing like a mad momma...where are the finished products?

I'll tell ya. They're in the flooded toilets. The pukey sheets. The sibling rivalry.

They're stuck in the sucker punch that caused a good week's worth of contention, squashing all hopes of brotherly love. They're in the goldfish and vanilla wafers building their own community under my couch. They're all wrapped up in the day Kacie could reach the door handles; and destroy whatever is at peace within.

The cushion forts. The diaper rash. The abyss of menu planning. The advil.

They're in that place in my head where logic meets exhaustion.


Interruptions.

Whoa, I guess I just called those interruptions kids. yikes.

I suppose if my chidren were publicly whining about their stress levels, they would call the interrruptions projects.

woops.
sorry kiddos.




To those of you who are patiently waiting on me for goodies, thank you for not sending me emails in CAPS. I apologize. I'm working, I promise.

kacie's room.

I love Kacie's room.

you know I love a giveaway...

Put Scribbit on your bloggy schedule; I'm giving you time to plan ahead. And I'll follow up with a reminder. I'm promoting this because I can't stand it. And...I made Scribbit the beautiful buttons for you to put on your sidebar. Indulge me.

And add this on your calender, with a big red circle and a hand...like theirs. From Sew Mama Sew.

If you don't frequent the SewMamaSew Blog, then poo poo on you. This is the month to change your ways. They're posting cool homemade gift ideas each day of the month. An awesome place to support creative types. I love it. Oh, you know I love it. I get all gooey and hyperventilate about this stuff.

So plan ahead and take advantage of the cool free stuff! Maybe.

It's all about preparedness these days.

a new design for the quiet book.

I stole these pictures from Jaime's blog. I get so excited to send things off I always forget to take good pictures before they're gone.

I love these new pages in the Quiet Book. Simple and Bright. Someday I'll get around to making one for myself. With a page titled Eat the STack of Doublestuffed. I...uh...haven't quite figured out the details on that one.

These will go back up for sale once I figure out a way to mass produce them. Or Ed Mcmann gives me economical permission to hire someone else to do the dirty work. Or when Jimmy Neutron invents another 3 hours to the day. He's so smart that way. Or until the super-power deciders finally notice I am able to respect and revere the powers that await me, and bestow them in all their motherly domination upon the crafty side of my brain and I can command inanimate kitchen objects to sew. And maybe do some menu planning. And laundry.

My blender was totally made for spot removal. Pass the Shout.

tutorials.

Out to Sea Nautical Dress for Sarah Jane Studios
10 minute tee shirt pajama pants and skirt
best dressed onesie

favorite recipe utensil crock

fabric covered headbands

baby changing pad

totes

ruffle baby legs and socks

little flowers tee shirt

infant carseat hanging blanket

diaper straps

oil cloth lunch sacks

scrunchies

golden snitch tee shirt

recycled magazine basket

recycled ruffle tee shirt - adult

girly baby legs

fabric yo yo's

recycled ruffle tee shirt dress - child

peeling pomegranites.

I suppose it means to come home to sparkling clean and re-decorated bathrooms, complete with matching towels and bathmats. to be loved.

He knows how to get to my heart.

Or maybe it means a quirky little smile from the stand when the kids are climbing on my head at one end of the pew and perfecting the art of KungFu on the other; and hearing his sympathetic grin and focused glance scream across the congregation that he thinks I'm beautiful. And graceful...in sunday meeting scolding.

I guess it's the generous surplus of covers and body heat when I shiver.

Or the kiss and the chuckle when we have leftovers and tantrums for dinner. Again.

I think it's that he told me I'd be a hot rockstar; and left out the part about the obvious scheduling conflict the tour would create. He's so supportive.

Or when he makes me try all his new work-out tortures, and only cheers with support when my plank isn't so steady.

I suppose it could be the empty laundry room.

But really...it's when he peeled me a pomegranite tonight. I knew he loved me.

frame the alphabet on bloggy giveaways...

FrameTheAlphabet.com has free custom art on Bloggy Giveaways today!!

Seriously. You could win one. A $150 value, with your name on it.

Or whatever word you want...

Like Happy. Or Welcome. Or Cheesecake. Or Malapropism.

It ends Friday November 12.

I love this stuff.

happy weekend to me.

i'm going here.

with my sister.

i mean, her.

to see my other sister's cool green condo.

and eat this for dinner.



here.





and try on cool clothes I can't afford and maybe even poof my hair and hold a neat metal thing for pictures

here.

and go to a conference to learn about

because my one sister has struggled with the concept.

I won't tell you which one. grinch.

(and I got a cool new cell phone to take with me. Because I am so with the times. I'll call you.)

and I have to admit, I'm going to miss this.




call me crazy.










ring-a-ling.

spreading the good word. FREE. snapfish book, compliments of Oprah.

Go here.

Read the details, and click on Get Your Free Book.

Then follow the directions on snapfish.com.

You have until midnight Friday to redeem the Oprah coupon, and until Sunday night to make your book. You still pay shipping and handling. But big whoop.

Suhweet!

the little birdie who told me so.

I wish I had a nice juicy secret to go along with the pic. But I don't.

Wait, uh...nope. nothin'.

Anyone have a secret I could borrow?