I've been stencilling onesies for three special new babies in my life. All of the stencils were done with freezer paper and were freehand drawings.
I've got a nephew now! I love his name so much I wanted him to wear it:
This one is for a brand new kid named Zachary. I love the crocodile face! This kid is going to make heads roll.
The crocodile body continues onto the back, all menacing-like:
Turns out a double-sided stencil shouldn't be attempted all at once... who knew? In the process of trying to remove the stencil, I smeared a little paint on the butt. As a friend pointed out, however, the butt of that onesie is going to see much darker days. Tee!
A few weeks ago, I bought some very ugly, dirty chairs from the Salvation Army with the intention of putting them in my small-ish kitchen. They were $12 for the pair, which, frankly, I felt to be quite steep. Look how ugly and filthy! Vinyl cushions! Ew. But they were nice and sturdy, and I liked the metal frame, so I took them home to fix them up.
This photo is pretty out of focus, but you can kind of see how dirty and rusty and gross these chairs were:
I went out looking for red upholstery fabric to look cute with my light green kitchen, but it was either impossible to find something decent, or ridiculously expensive. Luckily, I came across some adorable apple fabric that I fell in love with, and bought some of that. I also got some white glossy rust paint (holy CRAP, it took a lot of spray paint to get these chairs covered). A week with the swine flu later, and I had my finished chairs! Here is the fabric close up:
Here, Bea Arthur faces the age-old conundrum of how he will reach his food bowl while never having to stand up:
The piping around the cushions was a great challenge - I don't have a zipper or piping foot for my sewing machine, so I improvised by positioning my needle as close to the piping as I could, and pulling the piping under the foot at a 45 degree angle, which I'm sure wasn't great for my machine, but it did the trick, if not perfectly.
I'm so happy with the way these turned out! Now I just need to paint a small table my awesome dad built to put between them, and I will have a lovely spot to sit and have my tea. I'm looking forward to having seating in the kitchen, as I often have someone in there while I am cooking, or wish there was a place to sit down while I peel potatoes and such.
I picked up an old breadbox at the Salvation Army for 3.99. It was pretty grimy and weirdly black inside, but I rubbing alcohol-ed that sucker to within an inch of its life to get it clean, and then gave it a light sanding, primed it, and gave it a few good coats of red spray paint.
Here is the hot 'n' sexy new breadbox:
And here is the boring, grimy breadbox from before (yawn):
I made this quilt for my brand new nephew, Sully. The photo is terrible, but you get the gist:
It was my first time doing applique, and my first time doing circles, and boy, was there a steep learning curve! If I did this again I feel like it would be much more successful, but that's always the way. He's only going to barf all over it, anyway. I also ONCE AGAIN have learned the hard way that if you want something to look random, you have to PLAN it. Jeez.
The plaid fabric is culled from a shirt my brother (Sully's dad) used to own, which I thought would be a nice, personal touch.
And here I am with the recipient, less than an hour old!
We started with a hiking backpack and made a torso out of a flesh-coloured tee, cardboard, a pop bottle and TONS of packing tape. We attached the torso to a mop handle, and then taped the crap out of the handle, attaching it to the backpack. We sewed gloves to the t-shirt and stuffed the torso with newspapers, then painted it the colour of undead flesh. Then we cut a hole in the dress and threw it over everything. On Halloween night, the pop bottle neck was filled with a dog bone, Sauce 'n' Cake, and tons of fake blood. We were really proud of this costume!
Here is the finished product! That neck bone makes me gag, f'real.
I've loved Michael Jackson since I was a very young kid. His music meant a lot to me, and while I couldn't respect some of his choices in life, I will forever cut a rug when Baby Be Mine comes on the radio. I mooned incessantly over that famous photo of him in the white and pale yellow suit... he was my first celebrity crush, and I listened to Off the Wall, Thriller, and Bad until the cassettes went wonky.
I came close to a lifelong dream of seeing Michael when I bought tickets for one of this summer's London shows... a big deal for me, since I live in Canada. My friend and I still plan to enjoy our London trip, and I stencilled this tee to wear in memory of MJ on 24/08/09.
For my friend and co-worker's birthday, I made her a work version of Clue. (RSSU is the name of the department we work in.) Probably a lot of this will be lost on the general public since they don't know the ins and outs of my workplace, but I think it's still got a general appeal!
I found an old Clue game at the thrift store. It was missing some pieces, so I knocked them down to a dollar (I love a bargain!). Here is the board... I've renamed the rooms to reflect different rooms in our workplace. Putting the labels on the rooms where the board folds was tough, but I think I managed alright, even if they don't look the neatest:
I made new cards for the game with six of our co-workers as the suspects, "weapons" we find around work or that we have some kind of inside joke about, and the different rooms. I sneakily took photos when my co-worker wasn't around.
The suspects (photos all pilfered from Facebook). My best friend in her bright yellow helmet just slays me:
The weapons, in card form, and in Fimo form!
Here is the cover of the game box. I'd like to have taken more time with it, but the rest of the game had taken me a really long time already by that point. All I did was replace the characters with our faces, with slightly hilarious results. The one on the far left I must have mismeasured somehow... obviously her head isn't as big as it should have been:
And here we are in miniature on the side of the game box:
I made game playing pieces out of Fimo and painted them with acrylic paints. They are hilariously wonky, but I think they are really cute. I decoupaged our faces on them, and our names on the other sides. I have my doubts that the decoupaged pieces will stay on, but I've done my best.
For the envelope that holds the solution to the game, I replaced the normal envelope that comes with the game with a tiny interdepartmental office envelope, which I made by shrinking down an actual interpartmental envelope and copying it onto an oatmeal piece of paper. It is SO CUTE. I want to make a hundred of these and send tiny love notes via interdepartmental mail. Here it is next to the original:
I also made up some score cards to keep track of your accusations:
Obviously, I need not explain my all-consuming love for The Golden Girls, so let's just move straight on to the photographs!
Here we are, wide awake together in the middle of the night. We're thinking about having some cheesecake while talking about Stan.
Black and crystal glitter and glue on 16 x 20" canvas. I found the portrait on the internerd, Photoshopped it a bit, divided it into 80 even squares as in a graph paper type of deal, drew a similar but larger grid on my canvas, and painstakingly drew all the little knobs and bobs of the Girls. Then I even more painstakingly applied glue and glittered all night long.
In retrospect, I would take more care to erase or paint over the pencil gridlines, as they are visible if you get too close. I may get some opaque white glitter to re-cover the white parts, but it seems like a faraway idea right now. I will get some more black glitter to do the edges of the canvas, possibly try to fix Blanche's slightly wonky nose a little bit, and then I will hang it in my living room and smile at it every day.
I made this quilt to mark the 30th birthday of a friend. I gave it to her last night, and she was pleased as punch with it. Huzzah! I named it in homage to everybody's favourite guilty pleasure movie, "13 Going on Thirty" (DON'T TRY TO DENY IT OKAY).
This is the quilt pre-washing:
I was terrified to wash it because of the red binding. Red is known for dye transference, and even though I had pre-washed everything, I was nervous. As it turned out, I had good reason to be nervous... the dye did, indeed, run. However, there are only a few small spots where that's evident, and they're not that noticeable. Here is the post-washed quilt, with that bit of crinkle-shinkiness I love so much with the cotton battings: