A Girl and her Needle

Keep Calm and Carry Yarn

2012-10-25T18:21:00.000-05:00

I've been a little M.I.A.

It's been a busy few weeks. We closed on our house yesterday, and we're moving tomorrow!

There are still a few things that need to be finished/tweaked on the house. Its all got me a little stressed out.

Then this little gem arrived in the mail. I ordered it weeks ago, and forgot it was coming.

A great surprise at just the right time!

It's a Date!

2012-10-02T00:21:00.001-05:00

A week ago our home builder called and let us know they have a completion date! Hooray!

We close and move in before the end of October. And not a moment too soon. This means we'll be in the house before the holidays - before Halloween! Not to mention that this now means we can register The Munchkin for school and he can FINALLY start Kindergarten. He's only a month late. No big deal, it's only Kindergarten, right?

There has been a lot of progress on the house in the last few weeks. We've got walls with texture, unstained cabinets in the kitchen and bathrooms, piles of brick stacked neatly in the front yard, and my personal favorite, this beauty...

I love the stable front garage door. I can't wait to see what it looks like painted and finished.

Only 3 more weeks!

Mid-Century Peacocks

2012-09-18T01:12:00.001-05:00

A lifetime ago, before kids, The Hubby and I used to spend a portion of our free time browsing antique shops. It's amazing how much free time you have BEFORE you have kids.

At first he wasn't really into antiquing with me. He tolerated it because I enjoyed it. That changed when he discovered there is a whole world of political and social historical paraphernalia out there! I think we were in Washington DC when he found his first vintage political campaign pin. It was a purple volunteer ribbon for the Nixon campaign. Since then he's been more than willing to venture into over-cluttered, musty smelling, time capsules called antique stores.

I digress...

Before we had kids we'd wander into antique stores and follow our noses. One trip I discovered two vintage mid-century peacock wall hangings. I. Loved. Them. He however, did not. He rolled his eyes when I pointed them out to him. But, since we were moving soon for graduate school, and I was having a baby in a few weeks, we (well, really he) figured maybe we should save the money for something more important, like, say, diapers.

For three months I pined over these two wall hangings.

Finally, after having a new baby, visiting family out of state, packing our stuff and putting it in storage, I talked The Hubby into going back to that antique store to see if those two ah-mazing peacocks were still there.

They weren't.

Someone else had seen the glory of these two mid-century beauties. I should have gotten them when I first saw them.

Since then, I see peacock stuff EVERYWHERE. I never noticed it before.

While in Hobby Lobby a few weeks ago, I discovered these little darlings....

And, I purchased them.

The Hubby didn't even roll his eyes this time. He just laughed. He knew. He even said "they're cute" which basically means he's totally indifferent to them and really has no opinion other than to make me happy.

I'm not gonna lie, every time I walk into an antique store, a little part of me hopes those peacocks are hanging somewhere, just waiting for me to take them home. Maybe next time.

September 11, 2001 - I Will Never Forget

2012-09-11T01:59:00.000-05:00

This is a re-post of my September 11 experience.
(original post)

This week I've found myself spending brief moments reflecting on the unfolding events of September 11. Thoughts that leave me as overcome with emotion as they have every year for the past 10 years. You see, my ordinary life almost wasn't.

My trip to New York started out like most other adventures I took at that time in my life. I was 25, single, and had enough disposable income that when someone suggested a trip, I didn't hesitate. A friend of mine was accompanying some of her family members to the City and I decided to join them at the last minute.

We had a fabulous trip. We saw show after show after show. We ate great food; acted like goofy tourists; visited and took pictures at every landmark; even posed with a sleeping man on the subway; you name it, this family made EVERYTHING fun.

After nearly a week, enjoying everything New York had to offer, we were scheduled to fly home Tuesday, September 11, 2001.

Because our flight wasn't leaving until that evening, our plans were to take all nine of us on a double-decker bus tour through the city - heaven help the rest of the tourists on that bus!

Late Saturday night, I'd heard the news that Suzie, the matriarch of the group, had changed our reservation. She felt strongly about switching this bus tour from Tuesday morning to Sunday morning.

This small prompting made my quiet, ordinary life possible.

You see, at 7:00 am Sunday, September 9, 2001 we were on a big red bus, playing every bit the part of lighthearted tourists enjoying the sights and sounds of the City.

By 8:15 am we were walking up to this building:

I was awe struck by it's height, and snapped this photo just as we entered the building.

By 8:40 that morning, we were up in the observation deck viewing the curvature of the earth.

And looking at a tiny Statue of Liberty (it's in the lower right of the photograph).

After our visit to the World Trade Center - Twin Towers, we hopped on a ferry and headed to Liberty Island to visit the Statue of Liberty.

The Manhattan skyline was magnificent from Liberty Island.

We finished out tour of the City, in good spirits - none the wiser that the choice we made was so significant.

Monday, September 10, 2001 my friend and I hopped on a train to visit my sister living in Queens, NY. The 45 minute train ride was uneventful and, in hindsight, the last possible opportunity I'd have to get off the island of Manhattan for the next week.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I woke up in my hotel room at the Marriott Marquis in the middle of Times Square. I was sharing a room with my friend and two of her sisters. We weren't in any rush to get packed, and before I even got out of bed, we got a call from someone in our group in adjacent room telling us to turn on the news. A plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center.

Watching the news footage replay the first plane plow right into the building, all I could think was "how could that pilot have POSSIBLY missed seeing that building?!" The Twin Towers extended so far above every other building it seemed hard to fathom it was an accident.

Still bewildered, watching the live footage, a chilling image shot across the screen and slammed right into the second Tower. My heart sank. There was no way this was a random accident. I sat up in bed and thought to myself, "If I need to evacuate, I need to get my stuff together and be ready." I hopped in the shower, dressed and very methodically started packing my bags.

It's funny, you never really know how you will react in a crisis. As a child my dad would take us on survival camping trips in the wilderness. We learned things like - pack only what you need, I.D., cash, etc.; layer your clothing, you can use your jacket as a pillow, blanket, etc.; most of all, don't panic.

So, I did just that. I packed a small bag of essentials in case we needed to evacuate and I couldn't take anything with me. I packed a bigger bag with other items that would be nice to have (assuming I could take it with me), and finally my large suitcase was filled with souvenirs and non-essential items.

At some point my friend grabbed me by my shoulders, shook me and asked, "why aren't you freaking out? Why are you so calm?!" To the contrary, I was scared. I was worried. I didn't know what was happening, and suddenly I realized I was stuck in a city unfamilar to me and I was a long way from home.

There was a lot of confusion about what had just happened. The news hadn't confirmed a terrorist attack, so a couple of us headed down to the street to see what was happening. People were standing in Times Square watching the news coverage, talking to each other trying to figure out what was going on.

We headed South on Broadway in the direction of the Trade Towers. Our hotel was about 3.5 miles from Ground Zero. At first things didn't seem too out of the ordinary, most likely because Times Square is filled with so many tourists. As we got closer to Ground Zero, things started to change a bit. All the foot Traffic was only moving in one direction. The opposite of ours. In the days prior, the roads appeared to be in a perpetual traffic jam, and there was an abundance of yellow taxi's. This morning, the roads were quite empty, and there wasn't a taxi to be found (I'm not sure I saw one again for about 3-4 more days).

As we got closer we noticed a HUGE plume of smoke appear above the buildings ahead of us. We, of course had no idea what was happening. It was the first tower falling.

By the time we reached Duane Street (about 1/2 mile from Ground Zero) this is what we saw:

The ash started settling and accumulating on everything. It was falling like snow flurries. Paper was floating down the empty street like a desert tumble weed caught in a breeze.

At this point, I decided to turn back. The streets were vacant, the stench in the air was horrendous, and I really didn't "need" to go any closer to see what was happening. A few blocks back city buses were picking people up and dropping them off in Midtown around 52nd Street. Then they'd circle around and pick up another load of passengers and repeat the process of moving people out of the Downtown area.

I hopped on one of these buses and for the first time realized the magnitude of what had just happened. Looking around, the bus was filled with businessmen and women. Some were quiet, crying, and covered in ash. Others were frantically dialing friends and family to see if they were "ok" or if they'd "made it out." One man broke down and started to quietly sob as he couldn't get through to whomever he was dialing. In that moment, I realized I was just a tourist. This was their life. They had been attacked in their city, in their place of work, in their own backyard.

It was on this bus that I learned the first tower had fallen.

Stepping off the bus was sensory overload. The stench in the air was stifling. I had a hard time catching my breath. The air smelled as if I was caught in a huge chemical campfire. Ash was floating in the air like snow flurries. The sounds of the city had been replaced with sirens. Lots and lots of sirens. Shops were closed and people were no longer jovial. Their faces were filled with expressions of confusion, anger, anxiousness, you name it.

I made my way back to the hotel. By this time, US Marshals had taken over securing the building. There was a line to enter the hotel. They had closed all but one entrance into and out of the building. We were not allowed back in unless we had a room key, photo identification, and our names matched the list of hotel guests.

My friend's mom had the forethought to call and let the front desk know we wouldn't be checking out that day. We were lucky. So many people were without a place to stay. The Island was blocked off. No one was allowed to leave and no one was allowed on the Island.

Back in my room, I was glued to the news coverage. By this time both towers had fallen, and it was confirmed as a terrorist attack. Everyone was on edge. The hotel emptied the parking garage for fear of a car bomb. Precautions were being taken all over the City for the same reason.

Planes were grounded. We had no idea when we were going home.

That night, US Marshals knocked on our hotel door, checked out our room, names, and identification. We gladly obliged.

At some point that afternoon my friend pulled a receipt from her purchase at "The Top of the World" in the gift shop at the World Trade Center. There was a time stamp.

9:01 a.m.

Had we taken our bus tour on Tuesday like we'd originally planned, we would have been in the observation deck at the time of the attack on the Twin Towers.

We were instantly humbled and grateful to be alive.

The next morning, Wednesday, September 12, 2001 we were still in shock from the horror of the previous day. We ventured out to the street. Everything was closed. Not a moving car to be seen. It was a ghost town. Pigeons were j-walking.

Make-shift signs had gone up all over the city. These were hanging in Times Square. They read "Pray for Family and Victims" "God Bless America" "Freedom Will Be Defended"

By that evening food places started opening up again, and people took to the streets. A number of people staked out street corners calling everyone to repentance and preaching the impending apocalypse. I think most of us just wanted to feel some sort of connection to humanity. We'd been attacked, locked down in our hotels, and isolated.

As a testament to New York, there wasn't any looting. No violence. People were courteous and considerate of others. By nightfall Times Square was as sea of little American flags. I wish I had taken a picture. The scene will forever be burned in my memory.

We were a country in mourning. Yet, united we stood. Regardless how you feel about George W. Bush, his remarks that day were what we needed and longed to hear. He remained calm and resolved. Like a father ready to stand and defend his American family.

The rest of the week was filled with unknowns. When would we be able to go home? How are we going to get there? We'd looked into Amtrak or renting a car, moving van, anything to get us closer to our loved ones, but nothing was available.

Finally, word came that a few Domestic flights would be allowed to leave JFK.

Late Saturday (early Sunday morning) we were "wheels up" on one of the first flights out of New York. It was quite possibly the most frightening flight I've ever taken. Everyone was on edge.

Through the entire ordeal, I felt a calming inner peace. It wasn't until I got home and fell into my bed did I finally break down. My life had been spared. It was divine intervention that I, along with my travel companions, were not in those Towers that morning.

As my life has unfolded these past 10 years, I've often thought about the things that never would have been. I met and married the love of my life. I have two (almost three) beautiful babies. I've lived in a number of different states and cities. I've traveled. I've worked.

I've lived.

I'm so grateful for the "tender mercies" of the Lord. I'm grateful for my ordinary life. I'm grateful Suzie was in tune with, and acted upon her "prompting" to change our plans. The saying "what a difference a day makes" was never more true.

I will NEVER forget.

God Bless America!

Add to that walls and a roof...

2012-09-08T08:14:00.000-05:00

We've been monitoring the progress on our hour with weekly drive-by's and pictures (when there's something to take a picture of).

So, after weeks, and weeks, and weeks of NO PROGRESS we finally had a foundation! Yay!

Then, to our surprise, and total excitement, just one week later, the entire house was framed.

Then, one week later - we have a roof! Well, a roof, and plumbing, and electrical. They've even hung the backdoor and put a couple of tubs in the bathrooms!

I love the long arched entry and hallway that leads straight out to the back of the house.

It's been so fun to see the progress of the house, especially the last few weeks. Hopefully scheduling the upcoming electrical inspections won't delay that progress for too long. Maybe we'll see drywall in the next week or two?!

Swiss Days and Scones

2012-09-03T00:47:00.000-05:00

I grew up nestled beneath the majesty of Mount Timpanogos in the Wasatch Mountains. My father, grew up on the other side of that same mountain in a little farming town called Midway. As a little girl we would spend weekends taking the 30 minute drive up the canyon to visit family and friends. My dad would tell stories of the canyon, small towns, and the Legend of Timpanogos to help pass the "loooong" drive through the beautiful waterfall filled canyon.

Every Labor Day Weekend, however, we'd make the trip for something special - Midway Swiss Days.

My maiden name is "Probst" - an unmistakable Swiss name. The Probst's along with a handful of other Swiss families settled in the Heber Valley more than 125 years ago. Swiss Days is a way to pay homage to their Swiss heritage.

I have such fond memories of Swiss Days. The yodelers in Lederhosen. The sound of the Alphorn in the parade. And, spending hours in the tennis courts filled with kids games and prizes.

However, the one thing that stands out the most to me are the Swiss Bratzeli's and Scones. It's worth making the trip, searching for a parking spot, and fighting the crowds for these two items ALONE!

Since I couldn't be in Midway for Swiss Days this year, I figured I'd make up a batch of Utah Scones to celebrate here in Texas.

Utah Scones/Swiss Taco

First start with your favorite basic bread recipe (here's one to get you started).
Roll out dough, cut or shape and fry in vegetable oil until golden on both sides.
Serve with honey-butter and cinnamon/sugar. So good!

In addition to the food and entertainment, the town square is filled to the brim with booths loaded with charming merchandise. I haven't been to Swiss Days for a couple of years now, but I thought I'd include a few pictures of some of the booths and merchandise from my last visit.

This is my cute dad standing by the white gazebo in the middle of town square. The bulk of the entertainment is performed in this little gazebo. It was originally built on wheels for my grandfather's band - The Midway Swiss Band - and for years they would play as the gazebo was pulled in the Swiss Days Parade.

There is never a shortage of beautifully handcrafted items. This booth was selling tutu's wrapped like cotton candy.

Maybe, hopefully, next year we will make it home for a visit. It's been so hot in Texas. I'm so longing for a reprieve from the heat and humidity. I'll admit I'm homesick for that cool breeze blowing out of the canyon, the soft green grass between my toes, and a chance to see a few fall leaves signaling autumn is at the doorstep. I can't wait to get a hot scone and share some memories with family while we enjoy a little of our Swiss heritage amongst the madness of the crowds and crafts.

If you ever find yourself in Utah over Labor Day weekend - head to Swiss Days, you'll love it.

Giraffe Taggie Toy

2012-08-28T14:25:00.002-05:00

While thumbing through some pictures, I found this little gem:

I made this little taggie giraffe for a friend's baby shower a few months ago. I fully intended to make one for my baby at the same time. But, of course, I didn't. I wish I had. He would have LOVED it, he would STILL love it.

Since my sewing machines, fabric, and every other crafty item I own is in storage right now - maybe this is a good excuse to finally get a new sewing machine.

Any suggestions? What kind of machine do you have? Do you like it?

How Firm a Foundation

2012-08-22T23:16:00.001-05:00

We have a foundation and plumbing!

It's only 3 months later than expected. Better late than never, I guess.

I'm anxious to get in, get rooms and spaces measured, and start getting a "home" together.

Most of our things are in storage right now. We've only been to the storage unit a few times in the past 3 months. Each time it's like a mini-treasure hunt. I find things I forgot I had! Which is good, and bad, I guess.

On a side note - it's amazing how little this family of 5 needs to live. I'm thinking that a lot of the stuff we've stored is not going into the house. Maybe a huge garage sale, donations and a de-stash sale of my craft/fabric items on etsy?

I wonder if the kids would notice if we wrapped up their stored toys for Christmas? They are still pretty little, they can't possibly remember all the toys they have in storage, right? ;)

Simple Salt Dough

2012-08-10T03:00:00.000-05:00

It's HOT.

It's so hot it's too hot to go outside.

In fact, it's so hot it might as well be winter.

We've made attempts to play outside. But, even the kids are miserable being out in this heat.

So, we play inside which forces me to find creative ways to keep two little people happy.

Today we played with Salt Dough. The kids LOVE it and it keeps them occupied for a little longer than some of their other activities.

Here's the recipe:

Stay cool, and have a great summer!

Tangled Happy Feature!

2012-08-09T09:35:00.002-05:00

Head on over to Tangled Happy and see all the great crochet projects she features.

Today she's featuring my tutorial to "Soften Scratchy Yarn."

TIP: Clean Vacuum Filters in the Dishwasher

2012-07-30T07:18:00.003-05:00

I'll admit it, I'm an obsessive vacuum-er. I hate stepping on little pieces of stuff. Especially with kids - there is ALWAYS stuff on the floor - something is being spilt, knocked over, or deliberately dumped onto the carpet.

So, I vacuum, a lot.

Which means if I don't clean or change my filter regularly the vacuum gets that NASTY smell it throws out when using a dirty filter. Filters are expensive. The filter for my vacuum is $27 (which is 1/5 of the cots of my vacuum! Crazy).

I had heard years ago that you could wash your filter in the dishwasher. I have to say I've been a total skeptic. Which is probably why after owning this vacuum for 7 years, purchasing a number of new filters, and it taking ONE HOUR to vacuum two rooms last week, I finally tried this.

Fed up with this stinky filter, I dumped the dust/trash out and tapped my filter a few times to get the extra dust and allergens out (sick, I know). then I tossed it all in the dishwasher with one of my dishwasher soap pods. Actually, the little mesh divider thing I washed by hand, I didn't want it to rust.

Here is how it came out! I was pretty surprised by how clean it got. And, it wasn't until I compared both pictures that I noticed just how clean everything came out.

I put the filter in the window sill to dry for a day or two. Then I ran my dishwasher empty to clean it once or twice - just in case, because I'm paranoid like that.

The filter seems to be working fine. My vacuum doesn't smell and....it finally SUCKS again!

A Chevron Blanket

2012-07-27T00:04:00.001-05:00

I think I've mentioned before how much I love yarn.

I have an obsession with new skeins. I feel compelled to roll them into a nice, neat little ball.

Maybe it's because, usually, I wash the skeins in a lingerie bag before I using it, especially if I'm using a really cheap, scratchy yarn, and it kind of needs to be rolled up after it's washed. This stuff seemed soft enough that I didn't do that this time.

Chevron patterns always end up smaller than you anticipate. They rows naturally squeeze together and they make a nice and tight, thick fabric. I've made the gauge a little tight on this pattern. I plan on washing the blanket once it's finished to loosen it up - and to soften it, of course! I'm hoping by the time I pull it out of the dryer it will be the perfect texture and softness.

It might take me a few weeks to finish, but I'll post pics when I'm done!

And so it begins...

2012-07-21T00:20:00.000-05:00

We have foundation forms! Well, part of them. Hopefully this means we'll have a foundation soon.

It's only about a month or so behind schedule. No big deal, right?! What would a construction project be without a little delay in schedule?

I LOVE the view out our backyard. Well, as much of a "view" as you can have in Texas. Our lot backs up to a greenbelt so we'll never have neighbors behind us.

Here's hoping we have a foundation sometime soon!

This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef

2012-07-13T00:33:00.000-05:00

Around here, we are in the throws of baby food. The New Guy is mobile and HUNGRY.

I don't know what it is about the label on the double pack of Gerber baby food that drives me crazy. Once you remove one from the pack, the label either flaps around and gets in the way, or you toss it and you've then got to decipher the contents of the unlabeled food by the tiny stamped info on the side.

With my last baby I figured out this little system....

Once I remove and use one packet of the two-pack, I simply cut the label and insert it just under the lid. Then, when the baby's eaten that pack, save the cut label and use it the next time I purchase that same flavor.

This is especially helpful for baby food to go. When you're digging around in your diaper-bag, it's easy to see what food you've grabbed.

Let me say, this has been a SANITY SAVER for me! Like I said, I really hate the labels floating around in my cupboard.

I'll admit that if you like to see the labels when you open your cupboard, this is less than ideal. However, I like to sort and stack my baby food according to each day. That way The New Guy gets a variety of food to eat - and I don't have to spend any time thinking about what I have already fed him and what I'm going to feed him next.

These little plastic containers are great to re-use when they're emptied and cleaned. Perfect size for kids snacks, earrings, rings, spices, kiddo knickknacks, etc.

Happy Independence Day America!

2012-07-04T08:42:00.001-05:00

As I re-read the histories of my Ancestors who fought in the American Revolutionary War, I'm impressed at how willingly these men fought for an ideal. Our Nation, in its infancy, was a cause worth dying for.

My 6th Great-Grandfather, Christian Hollinger, an immigrant from Switzerland, and his son, a first-generation American Colonist, both served in Battalions in Pennsylvania. I think of the eclectic group of men from so many different countries fighting in these battalions - can you imagine all the different accents? That's assuming they spoke English to each other. It's amazing the language barriers alone didn't keep them from loosing the War.

My 5th Great-Grandfather, Daniel Hullinger fought at the battle of Germantown near Philadelphia, in October 1777. As he was petitioning for his pension he mentioned he had his age recorded in his father's (Christian) family record book, "a book prepared and kept by him for the purpose of a Family Record Book." Oh, how I wish we had access to that book now!

What a great thing it is to know my family history is so deeply steeped in American history! From William Brewster on the Mayflower, to these two Revolutionary War ancestors. Not to mention those who crossed the plains to settle the West, those who fought for the North in the Civil War, others who fought in both World Wars, and those who have done and still do countless things to contribute to the American life we now enjoy!

Happy Independence Day, America!

In case you'd like to singe the Preamble...

Share More, Share Often, and Inspire

2012-06-27T15:09:00.000-05:00

You may not know, but I am a Family History NUT. I love it. I find that the more I search, learn, read about, etc. the more I want to scour those resources available to me to find MORE!

I even keep two simple family blogs (one for each side) where I add pictures, stories, histories, or whatever I can get my hands on. You see, family history is so much more than collecting names and dates to add to a chart. It's about stories, and individuals. It's amazing how their lives become so much a part of your own when you take the time to piece together their stories.

In my life, I've been blessed with some amazingly talented friends. None more so than my friend Crista a professional genealogist and Ancestry.com's "Barefoot Genealogist." I've been lucky enough to spend time learning invaluable insights from her. When I get the chance to see her, our conversations always turn to genealogy. She's helped fan that flame with new ideas - and if you've done any family history, you know that "flame" I'm talking about.

She recently wrote a short article for Ancestry.com called "Seven Reasons To Share Your Family History" It's a quick read and may even give you a jump-start to get going on your own family history! Click over, read it, and get started!

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Crista is a Professional Genealogist to high profile individuals and "The Barefoot Genealogist" for Ancestry.com. She broadcasts every Tuesday and Thursday at http://www.livestream.com/ancestry if you'd like to learn more about how to do genealogy. You can also view archived presentations on YouTube.
If you'd like to check out my family blogs you can visit the Probst blog here and the Hullinger blog here. (Don't judge me for not updating in a while. It's been a busy year! I'm so far behind with so much information!)

a Little Inspiration

2012-06-23T00:40:00.000-05:00

It's been a HOT month in Texas! Whew! In spite of all the hiccups we've had (the moving company lost the table legs, couch cushions, and crib mattress, among other lost and damaged items) this has been a great move.

Thursday The Hubby interviewed with the Tarrant County College system and was offered an Adjunct Faculty position teaching PoliSci. This position is ideal for him. He still keeps his very cool day job, but once or twice a week, he gets to do something he LOVES.

We all have our hobbies. His are research, reading and teaching. Yeah, he's that guy in class you know is going to throw the grading curve.

Last night we drove past our lot to see it cleared and ready for the foundation to be poured. All of the permits have cleared and now they're just waiting on the weather.

This week I've been finding inspiration for Sissy's room. She is such a girl. If something is pink or floral, she'll point and say "Dat's MINE!" I've been letting her thumb through some of my pinterest pics.

We both agree that giant flowers need to be incorporated in her room somehow.

I would LOVE to have a larger than life rose garden for the Little Miss. Now, to decide how I want to make them...

(Click on images to find source)

Well, since sewing machines and crafty stuff are in storage for the next few months, I guess its ideas and finding inspiration that will have to satisfy this crafter.

A Milestone for A Munchkin

2012-06-15T00:14:00.000-05:00

The Munchkin turned 5 this week! What a milestone.

We celebrated with family, friends, cake and ice cream sandwiches, and a ride on the Grapevine Vintage Railroad in the Fort Worth Stockyards.

The Stockyards are always so much fun. You can get great food and entertainment. If you're there in the evening, you can catch a Country Headliner at Billy Bob's Texas - the "Worlds Largest Honky Tonk."

I know what you're thinking, "Wow! Worlds Largest Honky Tonk? And I thought that one I visited off the coast of India was HUGE!"

Still, worth the visit. Especially during NASCAR. Lots of interesting people.

The Train Conductor was darling all dressed up. He came around to punch out tickets and stopped to talk to the kiddos for a bit.

When it was all said and done, I asked The Munchkin what was his favorite part of his birthday.

Not presents.

Not the train.

Not the stockyards.

It was the CAKE! The boring $15.00 sheet cake with a layer of black decorative icing (sick) The Hubby purchased from Albertsons Bakery.

At least he's easy to please!

Happy 5th Birthday Little Guy!

The Move - Phase 2

2012-06-06T21:08:00.000-05:00

Well, we made it to Texas! Yee-Haw! This is quickly working itself into a 3 phase move. For most of May, we called the Marriott Residence Inn home. We were hoping to find a home to buy and move right into, but no such luck. We did, however find a lot, a builder, and a floor plan we like so we'll be building a place to call home!

So, this brings us to "Phase 2" a nice big two bedroom apartment that won't have Internet for nearly another week. Needless to say the kids and I are getting creative trying to keep ourselves entertained. Thank heavens for good friends! We've been assured that the house will be finished in four months. I sure hope so, we've only signed a 5 month lease for the apartment. Let's pray this doesn't turn into a 4 phase move!

"Or so she says..."

2012-05-30T21:16:00.000-05:00

"Or so she says..." has featured my Pom Pom tutorial! Visit them here to check it out!

Genealogy Fan Chart - Martha Stewart

2012-05-25T00:05:00.000-05:00

Years ago, like the mid-90's, I made a family history fan chart for my parents as a Christmas gift. I was interested in family history, and I knew our family already had extensive records so when I saw this Fan Chart in the Martha Steward Catalog, I purchased TWO of them.

With one of the charts I carefully penned each name into their corresponding generation box. Then I had it framed and wrapped for Christmas.

The second chart - oh, I wish I knew what happened to the second fan chart. I suppose one day I may find it in the abyss of stuff I still have floating around my parents home (along with all my empty CD cases).

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Martha Stewart has long since stopped making these fan charts. Which is a shame, they were such a beautiful and simple way to view your ancestry.

As it turns out, there happens to be someone else who liked this fan chart as much as I do. She's even gone so far as to create one in a jpeg format for FREE!

http://www.csh.rit.edu/~thfemale/family_tree.jpg

It's meant to fit a 20x28 inch frame. I would have added it to this post, but blogger didn't like the size of the picture. So, if you have any trouble finding it from this link, let me know, I'll email it to you.

I'd like to see if I can add the names in photoshop and then send this off to have it printed on canvas. Wouldn't that be cool?

The chart I made for my parents still hangs in their home. I think we've all been surprised at how often we look at it, and use it as quick reference to our ancestry.

Happy Hunting!

The New Home Ec

2012-05-14T15:41:00.000-05:00

Heather over at The New Home Ec has a great post "24 Awesome Ways to Reuse Baby Wipes Containers." She's included my Chalkboard Painted Baby Wipes in her list!

Check it out!

Featured on "Fantabuous Friday"

2012-05-07T15:29:00.000-05:00

Katie at Little Becky Homecky has featured my Soften Scratchy Yarn tip on her blog.

Click on over and check it out - along with lots of other fun projects!

Farewell California

2012-05-02T00:33:00.000-05:00

Before leaving the state, we made one last trip to the coast. We met up with friends at Malibu Beach at low tide - just in time to catch the tide pools. It was a beautiful afternoon, small waves, warm sun, slight breeze, and good company.

Best of all...the kiddos were EXHAUSTED by the time we left.

Farewell California, we'll miss your beautiful weather and tepid water.

We'll miss fun friends who are good to us and our kiddos.

We'll miss the breezy beaches and sand between our toes.

I'm sure we'll be back before long. After all, we never did take the kiddos to Disneyland while we were living there!

Mini Egg Baskets

2012-04-27T00:25:00.000-05:00

I know these are a little late for Easter this year, but who can resist a little egg cozy?

Look for them in my Etsy shop in the next few months.