Archive for November, 2008

How to make a hooded towel

(#2 in the series started a bazillion posts ago)

A few years ago, a friend of mine made my two girls some hooded towels.  They were so cute and looked so easy that I began to make them for folks as baby gifts.  I thought I’d spell out how to make them, they make great Christmas gifts.  


Your supplies:


Towel, washcloth, needle, thread and decorations (optional)

Towel, washcloth, needle, thread and decorations (optional)

So, you see you’ll need a towel, a washcloth, a needle and some thread.  Decorations like buttons or ribbon are optional.  I always say love is in the details, so I’ll show you how to add those, too. 


First, add your decoration on the washcloth.  You’ll be folding the washcloth so keep that in mind.  I chose rick rack for this project, because I liked the color.  You can do ribbon as well.  Cut your ribbon/rick rack or whatever leaving about a 1/2 inch extra on each side.  I suggest this because you don’t want to sew it and realize there’s not enough.  I don’t want to make you cuss.


Using my lap as a display for this project = not such a good idea.

Using my lap as a display for this project = not such a good idea.

So, now that the ribbon or whatever is ready to be sewn, sew it.  I hand sewed it, but you ambitious and talented folks can use your machine instead.  Me and my machine = don’t play well together.  Besides, rick rack is butt hard to sew on a machine.  Just sayin.


How can a hand look so fat?  That's my question.

How can a hand look so fat? That's my question.

Sew, sew, sew. Also, it’s way hard to photograph yourself sewing.


Washcloth embellished adequately.

Washcloth embellished adequately.

I added some buttons, because I like to guild the lily.  So now, you’re going to fold the washcloth in on itself with the ribbons and junk on the inside, like this:


Fold the washcloth.  Also, I'm watching Reign of Fire in the background.

Fold the washcloth. Also, I'm watching Reign of Fire in the background. Just sayin.

Ok, so now you sew the side that is opposite from the ribbons and junk.  Just a simple stitch.  I always double up my thread so it’s supa strong stitched.  

Here’s the finished hood:


Ready to be attached to the towel.  Still watching Reign of Fire.

Ready to be attached to the towel. Still watching Reign of Fire.

Get your towel and fold it in half.  That is where you will pin the hood to the towel, using your newly sewn crease and the fold of the towel.  You’re just centering.  You may need to check this a couple of times to make sure you’re not doing this off centered.  Check, lest you cuss.  Pin the hood across the center of the towel.  You’re now ready to sew.


Dude, it's virtually impossible to do this all one handed.

Dude, it's virtually impossible to do this one handed.

Sew, sew, sew.  Now that your hood is attached, wash and use.  


Here’s Addie modeling this towel:


Addie, future model.

Addie, future model.

This sized towel is good for little kiddos.  Emma, my 7 year old needed a larger towel, so I made one using a hand towel instead of a washcloth.  Same concept, just lots more sewing.  


Here’s Emma:


I said "Smile!"  Emma heard "Look like you just sucked a lemon!"

I said "Smile!" Emma heard "Look like you just sucked a lemon!"

So, hooded towels, easy peasy mac & cheesy.  Enjoy!

A date with Twilight – er, I mean my husband

Friday night, after a long anxious afternoon, waiting on pins and needles and sharp pointy vampire teeth for Lance to get tickets, we saw Twilight

Here are some of the things I noticed on this joyous occasion:

1.  My husband is HOT.  You need proof? 

Lance, my main man.

Lance, my main man.


He’s not too happy with this picture.  He thinks he looks drunk.  Maybe he was because this is the picture he got of me:

Me, through the eyes of a drunkard.

Me, through the eyes of a drunkard.


2.  When the weatherman says it’s going to be butt cold, sometimes he is right.  It was freezing that night.  A good excuse to bust out the knitted scarves. 

3.  When the movie theater assigns seats for a movie premiere, one must sometimes get lousy seating arrangements.

4.  Not everyone who went to see Twilight had read the books.  I know, because I asked, much to Lance’s embarrassment.  I told him to hush, I was doing research for my blog. 

5.  Lance rolled his eyes approximately 19 times.  He has no appreciation for the Twilight series.

6.  I soooooo wish I had had a Twilight shirt to wear, like all the girls I saw that night.  Mine would not have said “TEAM JACOB”, though.  I am an Edward fan.  And kind of a dork for wanting a Twilight shirt.

7.  During the kissing scenes, or scenes that were close-ups on all the hot actors, it wasn’t the hormonal teenagers cat-calling and making kissy sounds.  It was the hormonal middle-aged women.  Like, your mom.

8.  I might have swooned myself once or twice.

9.  I kept my swooning to myself, though.  I didn’t want to see Lance roll his eyes at me.

10.  Bring fragrant gum to the theater, always.  The combination of soda, popcorn and candy makes the surrounding movie watchers have some stank nasty breath.  Gum is a odor shield.


Now to the actual review of the movie:

Ok, so I was kind of disappointed.  But I think maybe I’m one of those people that relish in the anticipation and then have like, holiday letdown afterwards.  I’m not sure what I expected with a 500 page book being shoved into a 2 hour movie, it was never going to be as good as the book.  Much like with Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.  The book is always better.  I thought that sometimes the acting was robotic, but I’m sure it was very difficult to play the character of a perfect, smooth, suave vampire.  And dude, Robert Pattinson.  Need I say more?  I don’t think so.

But on the positive, it’s a good clean movie.  It’s filled with all the fodder of thrill, mystery and imagination.  I just wish I hadn’t read the books yet. I say that because, first, I would have not been comparing the two.  Second, because my imagination had already painted pictures in my mind of Forks or the Cullens’ house or Forks High School.  The movie didn’t fit my imagined pictures, and that was irritating. 

The movie soundtrack is oisome.  iTunes gift cards, folks.  That’s what this little girl is asking for Christmas.  Must.own.soundtrack.

So if you are on that precarious edge of should I see the movie, should I read the books, I just don’t know… let me help you decide.  Watch the movie first, I guarantee it’s good, I guarantee you will appreciate the beauty of the settings and the, erm…characters.  Then, read the book.  It’s a fast read, despite being 500+ pages.  And even if you totally hate it, what have you lost?  Just do it.  Pretty please?  You might like it so much you decide to read the other three.

Twas a fun night, and I can’t wait to see New Moon.

Anyone else see Twilight?  What did you think?  And did anyone else think they saw Stephenie Meyer in the movie?

Can’t blog now…

Too excited about going to see Twilight tonight with my hubby.   Twilight, Twilight, Twilight….

Adventures in OCD

I never would have classified myself as someone who has OCD.  I don’t wash my hands every 10 seconds, I touch lots of things I probably shouldn’t, I even try on hats at the store despite the fact I’m probably the 100th person to do it and statistically should catch lice in about 14 seconds. 

However, I LOVE to restock things.  I don’t just love it, I lurve it.

Such a joy, restocking things.  Perhaps I’ve missed my calling, to do the all important job of restocking groceries at Walmart, the receiver of my paycheck. 

I once worked at the Health Department for two months as a Nurse Aide.  I got to do all kinds of exciting things like take blood pressure, check temperatures, use the scary scale and prick fingers to test for iron and lead.  I also learned how to draw blood, with a big fat needle and everything.  It was nerve racking work, it made my blood pressure skyrocket, but it was kind of fun. 

But the best thing, the thing that made my crazy days at the Health Department bearable was restocking all the supplies.  I would trail behind the other ladies, making them nervous, and restock the alcohol wipes, the bandaids, the needle pieces and thingamabobs.  It was so annoying to have a day off and come in to see all the supply depleted with nary a nurse aid taking interest in restocking.  But all was right in the world if I could fill all those spaces, cramming those boxes with medical goods.

Perhaps I get this from my grandmother.

See, my grandmother grew up in the Depression.  She’s from a generation of restocking that even I can’t understand.  If you were to open up any cabinet in her kitchen, you would find a variety of food items:  cans, boxes, bags and containers.  She has enough food in her kitchen to feed a large group and still not come up empty on replenishments.  I’m not sure what goes through her mind when she sees that some Vienna Sausages have disappeared, but it must cause a panic because she immediately heads to the store to fill those gaping holes. 

And don’t even get me started on the rest of her house.

My new thing is office supplies.  I’m not sure if any of you out there have a love for office supplies like me, but restocking office supplies is nearly as satisfying as restocking medical doo-dads.  Paper clips, envelopes, binder clips, stationery, staples, copy paper, SIGN HERE tab thingies…they are so much fun. 

If only this OCD would make it self into my home.

My life is not a commercial

Rice Krispies commercial:  A mom is in her kitchen, her two children at her side, helping to make a batch of Rice Krispies Treats.  They are all smiles, Mom is patiently watching her children take turns stirring.  She looks on proudly as a child scoops and spreads the gooey mixture in a pan. 

Real life:

ADDIE:  (crying) I wanted to pour the Rice Krispies into the bowl!

EMMA:  It was your turn last time!  Momma, tell her she’s not being fair!

ME:  (trying to dredge up a smile and some of that heartwarming goodness that I should be feeling)  Now, now, girls.  Everyone will get to do something.  Let’s be patient.

ADDIE:  (Grabbing the spoon from Emma)  I want to stir!  You stirred last time! 

EMMA:  No fair!  She gets to do everything!

ADDIE:  Nuh uh! 

ME:  Sigh.  Addie, since you poured, let Emma stir for a bit, then you can stir.

EMMA:  Never mind, I’ll just go watch TV.  (Stomps off dejectedly)

ME:  Hey! Get back here!  We’re doing this together!

EMMA:  Pout.  Pout.  More pouting.  Crosses her arms and glares at me.

ADDIE:  (Grabs spoon and stirs vigorously.  Rice Krispies cascade to the floor in a cereal wave.)  Oops, sorry Mommy.

EMMA:  Momma, she just poured that right on me!  (She looks at her foot with two pieces of Rice Krispies stuck there as though they are burning a hole through her sock.)

ADDIE:  (yelling) No I didn’t!  It was an accident!  You’re not being nice! I’m telling on you!

ME:  (Trying to figure out what to do next:  sweep or take a Valium)  Stop!  Just stop!  (I take a deep breath)  Emma, if you’ll get the broom I can sweep this up and we can start over.

EMMA:  (Does her best imitation of teenage drama)  What?!  I didn’t spill it!  Why do I have to get the broom?!

ME:  ARG!  Never mind, out!  Out of the kitchen!  Go!  Shoo!

Here it is, my 100th post

Celebrate with me, if you will. 

Here are some of my favorite posts:

Losing at Candyland

The Cow Story

The History of Bad Hair

The Cleaning of the Car

*  The series on marriage:

Ah Me, L’amour

Ah Me, L’amour Part Deux

Ah Me, L’amour III

Ah Me, L’amour The End   

Dear Mom

Emma’s Birthday

and lastly

Eenie Meenie Miney Mo


These are my greatest hits.  I’ve had a ball, I hope you’ve had some fun, too.

Emma’s new hat.

They say necessity is the motherhood of invention. 

I don’t know about that, but one of my many missions this past month has been to make Emma a new winter hat as her old one is too small.  I’m not sure why I feel this is so important, considering it’s going to be a balmy 78 degrees today, but I just had to make her a hat.

My first attempt was knitting a hat.  Now, I’m one of those really good scarf makers.  I can whip out a scarf in no time.  But if you ask me to move away from the comfort of the boxy scarf shape, I start to get a twitch.  It’s just fear, plain and simple.  I’m afraid of messing up.  Perhaps it’s because the first time to tried to make a hat, it ended up looking like it had horns. 

Anyways, I decided to bust down those walls of fear and just go for it. 

I found this great heavy suede yarn and went to work.  No matter that I didn’t have a pattern.  No matter that I chose the wrong needle size and ended up with arthritis every night gripping my tiny needles and wrangling heavy suede.  I was determined. 

I finally finished one night and tried it on Addie’s head.  It was very tight.  So I tried to stretch it just a little and I heard SNAP!  It was the death of my hat. 

I did what any normal person would do.  I scrunched it up and threw it against the wall and stewed for an hour.  There might have been some cussing, I don’t remember. 

I emotionally healed for a week and began to think of alternatives.  For the past few months I’ve been collecting old wool sweaters from the Goodwill and shrinking them.  I had this one light green sweater that was kind of thin and girly, so I picked it up last night and plotted my attack.  After an hour or so, this is what I came up with.

Emma's new hat

Emma's new hat.


It looked way too starke and bare, so I found some embroidery floss and some yellow beads.  My daisies aren’t perfect, but I’m very pleased with the outcome. 

Emma was pleased, too.

This is right before she said "This is really itchy!"

This is right before she said "This is really itchy!"

Now to try mittens…

How I lost my religion at Walmart

6:15 – I look outside at the bleak blackness of the night and inform my family I am about to go on a mission to Walmart to get some pictures developed for an upcoming scrapbook fest planned later this week.  Lance protests.  I insist.  I get in the car and drive to Walmart, listening to Steve Miller.

6:38 – I walk to the photo section of Walmart.  Crud.  There is a line to use the Kodak machine.  I quickly park myself in back of the line.  In front of me is a young couple, probably in high school.  They are shuffling their feet, texting on their phones, waiting for the elderly lady currently using the Kodak machine.

6:45 – I am determined to set a fine example of patience for these two youngsters.  I am not in a hurry.  I try to relish the fact that I get to do this without the girls.  There would be much fighting, some tears, a few trips to the bathroom and begging to peruse the toy aisles. 

6:53 – I can’t help it. I begin to tap my foot.  I exchange a look with the youngsters, kind of a I know, can you believe this is taking so long?  look.

6:57 – I squint my eyes to see what in the world this old lady is working on.  It looks like wedding photos.  Great.  I think I just felt my hair grow a little.  The earth might have rotated some, I can’t tell because I am as antsy as the youngsters now. 

7:04 – Seriously?  She is cropping and enhancing  I stare at her cankles.  Then I look down at my feet and decide I have no room to judge her there.

7: 09 – Arg!  I hate you, Kodak machine hog!  I walk away.  Habit takes me to the toy section.

7: 15 – I walk back to the photo section.  Old lady is now paying for her bazillions of photos.  The youngsters are at it now.

7: 19 – I am now taking my turn on the machine.  Now it’s nice and quiet and I take my time developing 70 pictures of my beautiful girls.  I crop and enhance several of them.

7: 25 – Behind me is someone in line to use the machine.  They are staring at my cankles, shuffling their feet.  I realize I have just come full circle.  Crap.