tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54631465936760420652024-03-05T19:27:47.930-08:00Misfits and Remnantsmisfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-83851752819006985882014-12-03T13:29:00.000-08:002014-12-03T13:29:27.342-08:00I am craving something new in my life. I can't decide if it is to cut all my hair off, buy another new pair of boots or start knitting. I do know this......I put up my fake Christmas tree and the middle lights are dead. I am at a loss. I have no desire to restring this fake tree. Laziness. Maybe I need to get a real tree this year. I would need lights and that would involve putting them on the tree. That could be my something new I suppose. I think I will just stick with the fake tree and call it good and maybe the kids won't notice. They do always say I am not very festive. I will either blame it on the cat or tell them it is all part of the plan of my lack of festiveness that they complain about. They know me well enough to know I am not driven to fix these sort of things. My laziness will shine through once again and I am completely comfortable with this. misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-7090177298908855112013-01-24T14:00:00.000-08:002013-01-24T14:00:41.228-08:00The earth beneath her shakes<br />
her mind continues to tremble<br />
thoughts wandering<br />
only to return in chaos<br />
the fear of being alone <br />
she waits patiently <br />
for her sanity<br />
feeling weak with desperation<br />
seeing her world crumble<br />
tiny pieces, too small to see<br />
her vision blurring with tears<br />
waiting, wondering<br />
slipping into confusion<br />
feeling the loss from within<br />
madness is surfacing<br />
she closes her eyes<br />
too scared to open <br />
enraged with her reflection<br />
the world is darker.<br />
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misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-69366633637694203412011-12-28T19:18:00.000-08:002011-12-28T19:31:01.698-08:00My heart's a stereo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>So many changes since the last time I was here. My world has been a rollercoaster that I hope now has come to a a simple and flat ride. I have had the amazing opportunity of having one of my illustrations printed in a magazine and the not so amazing experience of a separation and incredible lack of sleep. Inspiration and excitement has trickled in and teased me and now I am hungry for more. I know there is something waiting for me. Something big. Hopefully not another dead cat in the pond or the mountain of paperwork and the emotional dysfunction I need to deal with, but something really big. As the new year rolls in I will pray (even if I am not religious) and wish for this thing that will be all amazing to knock on my door. One can only hope it is not God to scold me for my desperate halfway sincere prayers or an almost working robot that needs a shitload of expensive parts before it starts cooking me meals and cleaning my house.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>My inspiration is hanging by a thread, a straggly, old, decrepit piece of thread that I found by mistake in a haphazardly packed box at the thrift store. How do some of these "bloggers" do it? I am trying to figure out how to juggle kids, home and creativity so they are all in harmony. Right now, all I can juggle is a box of mac n cheese and a game of uno. I find myself at times thinking "oooh, I so want to make that" or "oh man I would love to be able to paint that" or my favorite "what do I want to be when I grow up?" Maybe an illustrator, own my own fabric store, possibly a farmer, hmmm how about an illustrator who lives on a farm selling fabric she designed herself from her cute little shop in town. Something, anything. Don't get me wrong, I know that staying home with my three little ones is a blessing, but I want to be something. Something that is all mine, something to call myself when the kids are grown and out of the house. That "thing" is what I am in search of and that "thing" scares me. <br />
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I have taken a few moments to collect my thoughts and have put the baby down to complete this entry. All I can hear is his squealing from the living room while rolling around the floor like a tumbleweed in the breeze. I will spend the next few moments writing and thinking. I will try my hardest to obtain something that is all mine. Go back to school, get a job and start painting. That will be my thing for right now. I will cross my fingers and close my eyes and manifest this dream of mine even if it takes me a long, long time. I will overcome my fears slowly and find the light I am in search of. I am a procrastinator and a daydreamer with no conviction, this is something I hope to correct. This is me.<br />
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I have created a home management notebook filled with lists, bugdet, ideas and plans for the future. It is refreshing to have it all in one place. I love lists but tend to make a habit of leaving them all over the house and never quite finishing them. I have faith that this notebook will help me on my journey to simplicity.<br />
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My biggest desire is to spend more time with my children and less time feeling stressed about not being able to finish the cleaning. I'm not saying I don't want to ever have to clean again I just don't want it to consume all of my time. I think by simplifying certain things like finances, clutter and distractions my family will become more connected. I need more moments of dancing, boardgames, trips to the beach, watercolor, baking bread, and most importantly cuddle time with all three of my sweet ones. I want my days to flow peacefully together with my family as a unit. When we take the time to enjoy what we have in front of us everything else is seems less important making life more simple. <br />
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Happy simplicity!misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-74309578650476750482010-12-05T17:48:00.000-08:002010-12-05T17:48:18.488-08:00busy as a beei have been filling my days making lots of arm warmers, wallets and other goodies for the holiday shop party. this has been a motivating experience for me and i am so happy i did it. i love my home and have a hard time leaving the comfort of it, so when my dear friend dani suggested we share a table i knew this would be a perfect reason to get myself out there. i was completely amazed and inspired with all the creativity that was filling the space. good food, great music and incredible handmade goodies made for a fabulous shop party. <br />
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happy december. may your days be filled with tiny special moments and lots of smiles. <br />
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once again, we dressed up and ventured over to the desirable mcdonald area to trick or treat and enjoy an evening filled with music, haunted houses and too many people to count. overwhelming as it may be, the kids enjoyed themselves and i enjoyed for the most part watching the mass of people and all their creativity. </div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
i had mentioned earlier in one of my posts that i was excited about making our costumes, but, my eyes were bigger than my sewing machine. having a three month old changes things. my time as is my hands are filled with the little munchkin. fortunately, gavin's papa is very creative and made an incredible costume. i am so impressed and gavin was beside himself. stella on the other hand could not decide what in the world she wanted to be, so many ideas but never a concrete decision. i love her final resolve of a black kitty. she was in full character meowing the entire evening and is still wearing her tail and whiskers. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="font-family: inherit;"><u><b>WHO Bread - acoustic style</b></u></div><div style="font-family: inherit;">1 1/4 cup water<br />
2 tablespoons honey<br />
2 tablespoons butter @ room temperature<br />
1 tsp salt<br />
3 cups of flour (2 cups unbleached white, 1 cup whole wheat pastry)<br />
1/2 cup rolled oats<br />
1 tablespoons brown sugar<br />
1 tsp cinnamon<br />
2 1/4 tsp active dry yeast (or, one package)</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 0.8em;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Pour 1 1/4c. warm water (about 110 degrees F), honey, sugar, and yeast into a bowl. Whisk until well combined and mixture is frothy. Set aside to proof while you mix together the other ingredients.<br />
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In a separate large bowl stir together, flour, butter, salt, rolled oats, and cinnamon.<br />
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Pour yeast mixture into flour mixture, and mix until thoroughly combined. (I like to do this with my hands.)<br />
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Place dough into a lightly oiled <span class="nfakPe">bread</span> pan. Cover with a damp towel and leave in a warm spot to rise for about an hour (45 min. if you are impatient!). Punch down dough and let rise a second time for 45 minutes, covered with a damp towel.<br />
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Remove towel from top of dough and place pan in the center of your oven. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Done!</span></span></div>misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-24754140350401113722010-10-16T12:59:00.000-07:002010-10-16T13:00:24.522-07:00handmade odds and ends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e8nfryeicYYQ623aRMZuCr284cqA0W3_OVUHdC6xsMeLqH4Hqcs-Agz1-AqVZrKi-YWA5XcXR-X8LauwvYlSBVuFeIwGIdP8tew945LnhJUx1shTDtiWhVRnf57reo4CdSd_U8mLciA/s1600/P1011488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1e8nfryeicYYQ623aRMZuCr284cqA0W3_OVUHdC6xsMeLqH4Hqcs-Agz1-AqVZrKi-YWA5XcXR-X8LauwvYlSBVuFeIwGIdP8tew945LnhJUx1shTDtiWhVRnf57reo4CdSd_U8mLciA/s640/P1011488.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>i have been teaching myself to sew which i must admit has been a slow but rewarding process. i am definitely a beginner sewer, but with time and determination hope to be able to make all the things i have stored in my brain with ease. sometimes it can be slightly frustrating (okay maybe a lot at certain times) to have this amazing idea pop into my head, yet when i get into my studio i don't know where to begin. the desire for instant gratification tends to take over me most of the time, but i am learning to step back and really think about what i want to do. i visualize throughout day and look forward to getting to my sewing machine which is usually late at night after all the kiddos are in bed.<br />
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i was really excited to make this table runner in time for stella's fourth birthday in june. this was a simple project, but makes me smile every time i look at it. i know that when i see this it is just the beginning of great things to come. <br />
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i mentioned in my first post of a wallet i made from the same pants for stella's satchel. this was definitely my hardest project i have done, but with many hours and lots of patience i finished it and absolutely love it.<br />
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i have many more things in the works like arm warmers, napkins and of course halloween costumes.misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-54259580155842012902010-10-12T09:25:00.000-07:002010-10-12T09:25:07.475-07:00pumpkin patchafter a long weekend filled with birthday parties and lots of soccer we spent the day in the city and on our way home stopped at the cutest organic pumpkin patch in nicassio. this is my favorite time of year and although the temperature was well into the 90's we had fun searching for that perfect pumpkin.<br />
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now our next project is making that perfect costume. i love the ideas these kids come up with. we have made a scorpion, bat and fairy costume. this year will be filled with dry bones (from mario kart) a pumpkin with fangs and a tutu and my favorite from my nephew, scary cheese. i can't wait to get started! here are some photos from the years before of our handmade costumes.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463146593676042065.post-22489123694005059782010-10-07T20:46:00.000-07:002010-10-07T20:46:58.751-07:00move over coolotsi am sitting here thinking actually struggling with how to start this blog. i have so many ideas i want to share but get this overwhelming feeling of insecurity when it comes down to it. they say to write about what you love and what you know. i love to thrift and sew. i also spend a lot of my time rearranging my surroundings. my husband calls our home the ever-changing sand dune. he says it drives him crazy but i think he secretly likes it. maybe if i spent half the amount of time that i do rearranging, and more time creating and writing, i could fill these pages with my inner creative thoughts. i think in time i will be able to do just that. for now i will start with a little thing i call, "satchel of pants." this is a cute little satchel i made for my miss stella out of a pair of pants from a clothing swap.<br />
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i love to repurpose old, out of style and worn clothing into something useful and filled with love. this little number is made up of a not so stylish pair of pants but with great fabric. i came across this lonely pair of pants at a friend-filled clothing swap. clothing swaps are a fantastic way to refresh your closet without spending any cash. no money is exchanged just clothing. i also made a wallet of the same pair of pants which i will show in a later date.<br />
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well that wasn't so bad. the starting of this thing we call blog. i look forward to sharing more of my everyday adventures and creative ideas.misfits and remantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961074303169283459noreply@blogger.com1