Swap-bot Penny Pocket Swap

I'm hostessing my first swap on Swap-Bot. It's a Penny Pocket Swap! Penny Pockets are small fabric pockets used for decoration or cute storage. The photo above is one I made to hold buttons for a recent vintage button swap. These are quick and simple to make. You can find more photos at The Happy Zombie's web site, and a complete pattern from Happy Zombie here. In this swap, you will receive one partner's name and mailing address, and you will mail your partner 3 penny pockets in coordinating colors and fabrics. Although the original pattern doesn't call for a hanging loop on the top of the Penny Pocket, the swap does. You must use the pattern given, but you can embellish your pocket, add a button, lace, ric rac -- whatever you think your partner will like after you've read their profile. Sewing machine is required. The swap is open to USA folks only. Sign up by Feb. 15, 2009, and mail the pockets out by March 8, 2009. If you're not a member of swap-bot, it's easy to join! New members find it hard to get into swaps (most don't allow "newbies") but this one is open to newbies as well, so it's a good way to get your foot in the door at Swap-Bot. Come have some fun with me!

Focus on the positive!

Ooooo, I’ve been so busy this week thinking about negative things, and it shows in my blog. So it’s officially time to MOVE ON! Here’s the GOOD things that have been going on in my life lately (aside from being married to the world’s most wonderful husband, being parent to the world’s best adult children, and grandparent to the world’s best grandchild, of course!)

Giveaway Goodies

My home decorating books arrived! Come on over and have a cup of coffee with me and spend a few hours looking through these treasures. This was an incredibly generous ($350!!) book giveaway by HomeDesignFind.com. Tons of inspiration for my quest to redecorate and renovate my home this year!

This wonderful little surprise arrived in my mailbox, along with a sweet card signed by “Secret Sister friend” but I’m not sure from whom! My Yahoo group, Quilting on a Budget, is having a Secret Sister Exchange, but I can’t participate (obviously because as the organizer, my Secret Sister wouldn’t be much of a secret!). So these bookmarks were definitely unexpected. Thank you, Secret Sister Friend, whoever you are! One bookmark will go for reading, and one for following knitting patterns.

I’m sorry this photo didn’t turn out better, because this generous giveaway is a beautiful handmade ceramic “Bodhi Leaf” given away by Erin at Every Heart Crafts. I love the explanation that came with the leaf - “The tree and its heart-shaped leaf serve as symbolic reminders of the potential that lies within us to become our highest self.” I will wear it with pride. Erin has both an Etsy store and a blog.

This gem of a reusable grocery bag tote is from a swap on Swap-Bot. My swap partner, Debbie, did a fabulous job. This is a knit pattern on Ravelry, and I believe I’m going to have to make a few of these myself! You can see a better photo on Debbie’s blog, Rites of Passage.

 

What I’m Working On

I’m working on several projects right now, and none of them are quilting. Weird. However, some are sewing, so that counts! I’m working on doll for a Dotee doll swap on Swap-Bot. Don’t know what a Dotee doll is? Check out these photos on Flickr. They are funny little (3 – 6 inches) dolls with no legs or arms, but tons of personality. I’ve mentioned before that original creations are not my strong point, but this is a great way to force some creativeness out of me!

I’m also working on more socks. I just love to knit socks. This is the first sock of a pair for my friend, Karen, whose feet get cold at work (Hey, she lives in New Hampshire – it’s understandable!). I’m doing these without a pattern, and love how they’re coming out. These are from yarn I found in my stash – 100% wool but thick enough to have a bit of stretch. I did the cuff in a twisted rib pattern – I just knit 2, purl 2 and after 3 rows, move it all over by one stitch. It really looks nice and should provide some extra stretch.

Lastly, although I have no photo, I’m also working on a doll for The Toy Society. I love this blog! The goal is to make a very simple homemade toy of any kind, enclose it in a plastic bag with a tag, and place it anonymously at a place where a child is likely to find it. The tag gives the finder instructions on how to let The Toy Society know who the toy went to. I think this is just fabulous. We have a drug rehab center in a town not far away that works with moms and children, and that’s where I’m planning on leaving my doll.

So that’s what’s going on here! What’s going on with you?

Wordless Wednesday - Children

Join my blog buddy, Dixie, over at the French Lique blog, to participate in Wordless Wednesday.

Update

I feel like I've just come back from the Twilight Zone... and without a Restraining Order. Apparently, you can't get a Restraining Order (called a Protective Order here) until something actually happens to you. That's the bad news. The good news? The restraining order my daughter has covers me for the days Brayden is here with me. I do need to take a copy of it to my local police department and explain to them what's going on. The better news? The magistrate gave me a few things I can do BEFORE he gets out of prison... send a copy of the letters to his probation officer so he/she can make staying away from me and my house a condition of his probation, send a letter to the prison board that reviews early releases, so he won't be released early, and... take a copy of the letters to my local police department and possibly file criminal charges for harassment (the magistrate wasn't sure about that one, as she had not read the letters herself). Yes, everyone who commented is absolutely right -- I should have sent the letters back RTS (Return to Sender) and that's exactly what I did for a long time. Then one letter came that had "this concerns Brayden's health so please read" and I did... (and it didn't) and since then I've been opening them. No more. They'll go straight back. I think I'll even take a pen with me out to the mailbox to write RTS right then and there and not even bring the envelope into the house. The gun suggestions... well, no. That's not going to happen. For one thing, I have a three year old in the house part time. Secondly, I couldn't live with myself if any type of gun accident happened. I'm not the most level-headed person in emergencies or overly-stressful situations. No, that's not an option. So... I move on. I dislike the fact I lost an entire day to this guy, but I do feel better to have the information I now have. Thanks to everyone who commented for your support and understanding. We now return you to your regular programming....

May you never have to post this in your blog...

Today I have to go to the county court building to get a Restraining Order. How sad is that? How sad is it that someone else's stupidity is causing this kind of turmoil in my life. How sad is it that I have to think fearful thoughts? How sad is it that I jump a mile when someone rings my doorbell? I'm furious that this kind of thing has even entered my life. I do not lead the kind of life that requires restraining orders, you know? Good people leading good lives don't have to get Restraining Orders. I've mentioned my soon-to-be-ex-son-in-law before. I actually liked the young man when he first came into my daughter's life, though he wasn't the person I would have chosen for her. He had a horrid family life as a child, and made horrid decisions as a young adult. But you give people a second chance when they seem willing to make a change, don't you? I thought so. I'm not so sure I do anymore, though. Now he's in prison and rightfully so. Two counts of felony child endangerment, among other charges. If you read my blog, you know my world evolves around my 3 yr old grandson. He is the sweetest, funniest, smartest, most loving child on the face of the earth. This is the child that was endangered. This is the child whose very life was at risk twice by the stupidity of his father. Unfortunately, "stupidity" isn't a criminal act, or the guy would have gotten a life sentence. Now I'm getting prison mail... and it's a display of a nonsensical thought process that scares me to death. For some bizarre reason, this "man" thinks he's going to sachet out of prison right back into our lives as if nothing has happened. If he says he's sorry enough, the burn scars on my grandson's legs will magically disappear. He's now apparently thinking he'll be Father of the Year and Husband of the Year and Son-in-Law of the Year with just a little more practice and, of course, our forgiveness. I nearly throw up just thinking about it. I want to grab my grandson and run. I don't normally let his mail get to me (or even read them.) But the last few are purely "passive aggressive". Offering ME the opportunity to "stab or even shoot" him. Oh... my... God... How does that thought process even occur to any normal person??? He also states he's coming to my house "even if you don't want me to" when he's released from prison -- sometime in the next few months. So today I head to court for a restraining order. Today I call the alarm system people and have our house alarm system upgraded. My daughter already has a restraining order in place, but it doesn't cover my house. Today my husband stated he has a billy club in his closet and we should place it by the front door. Today my daughter suggested I buy a tazer at the flea market. Today my world has officially changed, and I hate it.

Grandma got run over by a flying saucer

We have a SMALL hill (more of a dip than a hill) in our back yard -- you can see it in the photo here. In flat southwestern Ohio, this little dip was THE sliding spot in our neighborhood when my kids were small, despite the fact the ride on the sled took all of 3 seconds -- as opposed to the 90 second "hills" I grew up with in New Hampshire. With more forethought than I normally exhibit, I purchased a "flying saucer" at a yard sale last summer. Yesterday was THE BIG DAY for introducing Brayden to sliding (as we called it in New Hampshire -- "sledding" to others). Jeff was home for the day, so we dragged him outside with us in the 15 degree weather. He had to shovel 8 inches of frozen ice-encrusted snow away from the front of the shed door so we could get the flying saucer -- which turned out to be in the garage. Flying saucer, piece of rope, everyone looking like the Pillsbury Doughboy in a riot of winter clothing and colors... off to the "hill" we go. At first a little leary of sitting on the funny red circle of a flying saucer, I finally convince Brayden that he's going to "fly like the wind" and to sit down. I give him a push. Ka chunk ka chunk push! ka chunk ka chunk push! Hmmm... slower than I expected, which meant Brayden was thinking this was NOT going to be as much fun as I'd explained to him. I'm still determined. so I convince a very reluctant Jeff to go down next, so HE can show Brayden how much fun it is! Jeff gets on -- legs and feet waving out in front of him (flying saucers were not made for 6 foot tall big guys) -- I give him a BIG push - ka chunk, ka chunk, PUSH! ka chunk ka chunk.... sigh. We practically had to PULL him down the entire hill. Brayden's thinking his grandparents made this whole "fly like the wind" thing up. He's losing interest. He's having more fun flinging snow at Joey the Killer Cat. Next, Brayden wants ME to get in the flying saucer so he can pull me down the hill -- which he now assumes is how this whole sliding thing goes. I figure I've watched Brayden go down the hill at zero miles per hour, Jeff go down the hill at zero miles per hour - what's the harm in letting the poor kid pull me down the hill? I plop my big ol' lady butt down on the flying saucer and before you can say "Holy crap I'm going 90 mph" I'm flying down the hill, hat flying off in the air, hair whipping out behind me.... headed for the WOODS! Brayden is practically peeing his pants laughing, Jeff is standing at the top of the hill with his mouth hanging open -- and I'm trying to stop myself from being beheaded by tree limbs. After I recover and pull the snow out of my glasses, my ears and my hair, Brayden now thinks this is the coolest thing EVER! "Do it again, Umma!" I try to convince him that HE should try another ride because he might go fast this time (now that I've got the trail blazed) -- but Nooooo! "I want to watch YOU do it!" So now Brayden thinks the fun part of sliding is watching Grandma go arse over tea kettle into the woods. When Mary came to pick Brayden up last evening, she asked him if he had a good day. He said, "Yes! We went outside and Umma went SO fast she was flying like the wind!" Mary looked at me and shook her head, and I just gulped down three more Motrin and smiled back at her. Luckily, no one was around with a movie camera. But picture this: OK, it only FELT that fast. Believe what you want -- just pass me the Motrin and my Grandma of the Year Award.

Give Adam some Love

Do you have adult children? Do you want to feel like Mother of the Year? Go this blog - Please Don't Eat Sushi! Love, Mom It is one of the funniest blogs on the net -- because it's TRUE. You can thank me later. Adam's Mom does what ALL of us mom's WANT to do, but somehow know better. Leave Adam a comment, k? The poor guy deserves some love after all his Mom has put him through over the years.