Skull and Crossbones Shorts

I remember the first moment that I realized that my kids could be stinky. It wasn't the poo or spit-up. Those stunk, but that's not what I'm talking about. I remember how when there were super little I loved their little bitty toes. I'd pretend to bite them and they'd laugh hysterically. And I kept this fun ritual up until one day. Yes, one day. The day when their beautiful, innocent, precious little feet started to stink.

<GASP!>

I was so shocked that something so offensive could affect something so very perfect. But, alas, the stink was to reoccur each and every day from then on out.

Sigh....


What made  me think of this is that this morning I went into my little guy's bedroom.


Me: "Oh, my gosh, what's that smell? Something happened in here?"

Little guy: "Huh? What? I don't smell anything." He had just woken up.

Me: "Did a cat maybe pee in here? It's really bad."

Little guy: "Oh, I know what it is. I brought my football practice clothes home to wash."


And now I miss those stinky little toes.


I made these shorts out of one of my kid's old, out-grown t-shirts. They are so incredibly comfortable! I wanted to put a pocket on them, but I just couldn't make one work that I liked. Maybe I'll hide one just big enough for a key on the inside. And now that I think about it, my kid's dirty football practice clothes need to be marked with a skull and crossbones. Danger, danger!

The front...the back is just solid black.

So comfy!!!

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Skater Skirt 2

My sweet husband is hanging some shelving for me today. It's that kind that you can just set a canvas painting on top of and it will just hang out there, perfectly happy. I'm super excited to have a way to have my art up in our spare room without committing to nails and such as my paintings are all different sizes and some only live here briefly until they sell.

Anyway, we looked everywhere for our stud finder so we could install the shelving correctly without making swiss cheese out of our sheetrock as has been our habit. We looked up, down, and all around and it was nowhere. Until....


Dave: "I found it!"

Me: "Where?"

Dave: "It's you!"


OK, dude gets points for accuracy. I did find him and marry him...and he is a stud.



Along with our stud finder search today I also made another skater skirt. I used one of the sleeves from the "Bag of Bones" bag I made over the weekend to create an awesome pocket.

Front

I love pockets!!!

Back

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Skater Skirt

I owe my original interest in sewing to punk rock. Back in high school I was constantly modifying my clothing to make it cool. I tapered all of my pants, I hemmed thrift store finds to make them fit, and I created a number of skirts out of fabric I'd found cheap or repurposed. One of those skirts got me sent to the high school principal's office and I was promptly sent home due to it being "inappropriate" in the length department.

Over the years I've kept on making and modifying clothes, bags, whatever, and I consider myself to be the "Queen of the Straight Stitch" as that's my "go to" sewing method. I'm not one to get all fancy, for sure.

As I was going through the t-shirts I'd collected over the years I found one that my lovely sister-in-law had gotten my big guy about ten or so years ago. Back then I knew I'd make something out of it someday. But I had a lot of waiting to do. The big guy wore it for a few years, the little guy wore it for a few years, and then it sat in a bag in our laundry room for a while, too. Today, however, was its lucky day.

I present "Skater Skirt" in all its rough, raw, and ghoulish glory. I'm so excited to wear it! (Please excuse the wrinkles...I'm restricted lifting-wise since the surgery and couldn't pull out the ironing board.)

Front

Mirror Shot

Back - I love the pocket!

Mirror Shot

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Days Gone By

I was digging through my desk drawers at work last week. It's not the most organized space, but it's OK, there's not much in there to keep track of. I noticed one thing, though. I have a TON of hair ties and there are some in every drawer. I haven't a clue as to why, but it's a fact. And I also have a ton of them at home.

AND I'm getting my short hair cut to an even shorter length tomorrow.


So I'm thinking that I must gather all those hair ties up and add them to my "Days Gone By" collection...current members are my nose rings, my many containers of crazy color nail polish, my belly dance stuff, my biker jacket, and on and on.

Mind you, "Days Gone By" is decidedly not a life sentence, every item is available for resurrection at a moment's notice.

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Trapped in a Biker Jacket

As a teenage punk rocker I was so excited when I got my first biker jacket.  Truly, such a treasure.  My first one, in retrospect, was a bit lame, though I remember it as AWESOME!  I bought it at the local Army/Navy Surplus store and it was 100% vinyl.  I proudly hung a pair of miniature handcuffs on one of the zipper handles and strung red, yellow, and green thread around the buckle.  Yup, awesome.

Years later, as an adult, I bought a "real" biker jacket...but it never did rock the vibe like my original one that eventually fell apart.  Vinyl, ya know.


Well Dave cleared out his closet a while back and one of his clear out items was an awesome leather biker jacket.  Cool zippers, belt and all.  I've had it riding around in the back of my car thinking that surely I'll either find the perfect someone to give it to who will love it or maybe I'd end up someplace where I could sell it.

Neither of our kids wanted it at all, to my great disappointment, but one day when it was cold and my little guy had forgotten his hoodie, I offered Dave's biker jacket to him.


Me:  "Here, try this on.  It'll definitely keep you warm."

Little guy:  "Do you have anything else?"

Me:  "No.  And this is awesome!"


He put it on one arm at a time, zipped it up, and he looked amazing!


Little guy:  "I hate this jacket!" as he tried to shake it off.

Me:  "Wha?!?!"

Little guy:  "I can't get out!"


And it was true.  He could not get it off.  

So together we pried it off.


So, anyone need an awesome biker jacket?

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First Thing in the Morning

I had to wake the kid up the other day super, super early.  We were off to one of our monthly rocket launches.  I went into his room, gave him a little shake, brushed the side of his cheek, ruffled his flattened mohawk, and said, "Time to wake up, dude."

He crinkled his nose, shook off my touch, groaned just a bit, and said, "I don't like this formula."

Ya, I dunno either, but I'm assuming my mad little scientist was still deep in dreamland.

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