Yesterday from 8:30 till 6pm I was in the sweat shop, er, sewing room, making and doing all day. My left hand holding the ruler, right hand using rotary cutter to slash and trim.
Trying to be aware of where my fingers are.
I don't do ANYTHING in a small way.
I have to do it big.
Cutting out 600 triangles...
So, fueled by Columbian Coffee and an ego the size of Texas, I cut out triangles for bunting.
I am hooked.
I have loved the look, seen in some catalogs and magazines and Flickr too.
Our Grandsons: Austin & Hayden have just moved into one room- with a new set of bunk beds and the nursery room is going to get a fresh coat of paint and I am going to make gender appropriate bunting after the ultra sound reveals some pertinent info on Thursday ( fingers still crossed for a girl).
I could make some Army style bunting too- red & white & green with camo.
Some Superman and Batman fabrics would make great- "you're my hero" bunting and lets not forget robots and space men for those astro obsessed little boys.
I used chenille for the backing so that these first sets would not only be shabby and nursery appropriate but I am convincing myself to cut up and use the chenille bedspreads I bought on eBay and have been reluctant to use.
They are mostly all cutters, with slight damage or wear..when the tufts of chenille are gone, it's just fabric...As I cut, my mind drifts to what ifs.....what if I make some and take it to the local baby shops...what if I make some with a beach theme for Garden Argosy?
What if I donate some to the Par Tea Planners Mother's Day Giveaway...what if I give some away on my own Blog a versary...what if I host this giveaway and nobody comes. What IF I really only have 10 readers and my Blog is really a "Slog", the new term for blogs that suck.
It's difficult to tell how many of you are out there when so few comment, and I am not up for begging for comments anymore.
I don't understand what makes people want to comment or how some people get so many, but I am just happy to have a blog and if you care to share then feel free to do so.
I have been trying hard to stay caught up on housework and sewing and that is my blog time.
Fred and I discussed going to bed at 9 and getting up at 6 every morning since most of our "shows" are ending for the season.
It's easier than ever to turn off the TV and live in ignorant bliss when the horrible things that people do are all that is on.
It makes me feel as if there really is no limit to the blackness of some soul's when I hear about the murder, rape and violence committed daily to other innocent people.
My blog is not a Thinking Blog by any means.
I will only encourage you to float, flutter and fantasize about cupcakes, fairies, fabric and crafts.
Going no deeper than the fat quarters folded and sorted by theme on my fabric bookcase, I will try to entertain you and create a safe haven where ugly, nasty & bad behavior is not allowed.
If I don't talk about it- it's not because my head is buried in the sand it's because I like to feed my soul with those happy, pleasant thoughts that will be conducive to creating lovely and beautiful treasures to enhance your lives, not sad reminders of the helplessness and chaos of our world.
I am Calamity Fluff.
Calamity Cotton Candy.
Calamity Crafts. When spilled paint and glitter are non toxic to your soul and artistic ambition.
Last night, as Fred came home and I was sewing away, I proudly held up some pennants and said look! I haven't stopped for 9 hours (neither had he) and he chuckled and said "what is this"?
Bunting says I.
It's for my blog party.
To which he just shakes his head and says that's nice honey.
He doesn't know the many and various celebrations that can be further enhanced by a little bunting.
So, I took a moment to enlighten him.
Bad day at the office- Bunting!
Good day at school?- Bunting!
Cupcake Friday?- Bunting!
Got a raise? Gold Star? Straight A's? Sold something on Etsy?- Bunting!
You can celebrate anything.
Not just Birthdays or Hallmark Holidays.
How about saying this is because I love you and I am glad you are in my life?
So then he gives me a big hug and says will you please make some coffee and I say sure and wander off into the kitchen.
Warning: Diet Update:
I went to the grocery store on Sunday and we are back on salad and fresh veggies and lean meats and no sauce or gravy.
I had to try to limit our portions for a week so that we could both see what we should be eating. The Lean Cuisine worked! blech!
Increasing our exercise by daily walks and much smaller portions should help. This middle age is rough but we are healthy and if we get control over it sometime soon then we won't be stroking out or having a heart attack!
Blog A Versary:
I am planning on starting the Blog Party on Wed.
I will have pictures of the giveaway items and you guys can start leaving your names.
I will ask that you all add me to your sidebar if you participate.
This will help increase my readers and that would be a good thing.
Thank you very sweetly to those of you (about 19) who have me already listed on your blog.
I do indeed appreciate it!
I have this whole concept of the Blog Community and it is about sharing, kindness and trust. It was slightly altered last weekend when I stumble upon my first nude blog and after recovering ( she was at least 87 and very nasty and nekkid) I realized how naive I am.
I just had no clue.
I am such a foolish woman.
I almost unplugged the computer and tossed it in the lake.
Then I had to regroup and hope that was just a freak occurrence.
Why do some people have to spoil everything? Back to human nature. Inescapable. Even in Blogland.....
So hip hip Hooray for 6 months of Calamity and I can promise- only happy, happy, joy, joy and never any geriatric nudity on this blog (not even if you call it art) Go forth and celebrate the cupcake! Make a bunting!! Hang a balloon! Write a note! Pick a flower! It doesn't have to cost anything and might make this world a better place- if everyone is kind and sweet and loving toward everyone else (even the bad bloggers and blog stalkers and lurkers and unthinking blogs stuffed with fluff)