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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Bag of Bones

While I'm recovering from the surgery I had last Thursday, I've decided to create a series of upcycled things (bags/skirts/etc/not sure where this will lead me) out of the big pile of outgrown/unwanted t-shirts I've been saving over the years. I'm finding that not having some creative outlet in my life is just not working for me. Seriously, I only made it two days without making something.

So here is my first. I'm titling it "Bag of Bones" and I love it! I remember purchasing this shirt for my big guy at least ten years ago and falling in love with the skulls print. My big guy wore it for a number of years, then my little guy, and then it sat in a pile in the laundry room...waiting, waiting, waiting. And since my surgery was to remove part of one of my own bones I think this shirt, bag, and title are all the more delightfully appropriate.

"Bag of Bones"

I'm not selling this one because I'm so madly in love with it, but others will definitely be up for grabs.

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I Got Zapped!

Static electricity drives me a little nuts.  It's not my friend.


It makes my skirts get up all in my business.

It makes me accidentally shock my wee little students.

And it makes it nearly impossible to walk through Costco with a cart without a zap every ten steps or so.


It's a problem.


So the last time I was at the gym I started feeling the slight raise of the hairs on my arms as I walked briskly on a treadmill.  And then I felt the hair on my scalp shift just a bit.  And then my husband came up behind me and touched my thigh...and ZAP!!!!!!

I almost wiped out...at 3.6 miles per hour.


Nope.  Not a fan of static electricity.

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