I listed it on craigslist a few days ago, but because I’m, um, emotionally attached to the item it took me a few days to get the courage to own up to it on here. Don’t laugh–the next owner is going to love it too. And of course I’m not getting out of the vintage camper business, I just have my eye on a new one with an extra bed so my son can get booted to his own sleep space and will quit kicking me in the ribs all night. I think an extra two feet or so of camper will serve us well. So hurry up and share the link to mine, so I can sell it and buy the “new” one! Eek!
ETA: Camper is now sold and listing is no longer active. Thanks!
Now that my book-binding supplies are dusted off maybe I’ll use them more. I made this little book for an old friend who was recently married. It served as a sign-in book at the reception. I covered davey board with pretty paper from a local art supply store in the colors of the wedding.
I printed a cover page with their event information and lined inside pages on my home printer, which could be set to print oddly-sized pages. I purchased acid-free sketch paper for the inside pages and then cut them to the size I wanted before I printed on them. I sewed the sheets together with linen thread before gluing them in the cover. It felt nice to supply something small and handmade for the wedding that the couple could use as a keepsake. I was amused when my daughter and nieces all took the guestbook very seriously at the reception and each signed her name individually.
I just keep forgetting to put these photos up. Last month we observed the same spring break as our local public schools. For families who send their kids offsite to school, spring break can be an opportunity for family fun and togetherness. As homeschoolers, I decided the kids and I could use the opportunity to take a break from each other! Each morning I packed them off to one or the other of their grandparents’ homes, where they ate too much dessert and took “field trips” as varied as Chuck-e-Cheese and a train history museum, then came back home at dinner time. While they were gone I spent five solid days painting at home. When I’d gone through the rooms after we moved in, removing wallpaper and adding color, I skipped some of the more time-consuming, lower-impact jobs. Over spring break I went back and did the more thankless jobs, finally finishing up the horrid living room ceiling (it actually looks halfway decent now–I’d photograph it but it just looks like, you know, a ceiling), and painting doors, trim, and window casings. This house already had light painted trim and I unified it by using glossy white on all of it. I know there are differing opinions on trim paint, but I love the look of crisp, white trim and doors. It’s so fresh and offsets the painted walls so well. Plus the glossy surface is easy to clean, which is important with kids and pets.
I had another lingering paint project outside. We’d painted the garage door and the light above it last year, but the decrepit white shutter on the side of the garage was still peeling. I painted it red too and it looks much better. We’ve still got a long way to go on improving the outside of this house (hello crumbling tile on the porch!), but every small project moves us in the right direction. I can see the garage from my family room with the Kiki Pinata curtains, so now the view outside kind of matches.
My life has been tied up lately with ridiculous “first world” problems–the kind that aren’t a huge deal to begin with but which suck up my time as if my very survival depended on them. You know, like when your garage door opener stops working and you think it might be the motor…but then it also might be the outlet..so you have to call the electrician but it takes a few days for them to come…and it turns out to be a loose wire but your garage door opener still doesn’t work…so you call that guy and he thinks it’s a problem with the outlet…and you have to plug in your radio and play music to prove it’s not…and the problem turns out to be one that fails to fit into the typical repair scenarios (maybe lightening?)…so the garage door guy half-secretly thinks you’re a fruit bat weirdo who messes with your own garage door…etc., etc…and he finally fixes it, but then somehow a lot of your wild and precious life has passed by while you were preoccupied with the garage door. You know that scenario? It doesn’t always involve the garage door, but it feels like it visits my house regularly. Oy.
I did manage to finally finish the coverlet for Dorothy’s bed, however, at some point between bothering the electrician and secretly sabotaging my own garage door just to mess with people. I bought several bags full of old floral sheets in yellow tones almost exactly two years ago with Dorothy’s bedroom in mind. I bought them before we even knew we would buy this house, only a few months into the house-selling odyssey that did finally lead us in a roundabout way back to the very same yellow-wallpapered bedroom. I cut and pieced the top of the coverlet last March and really should have finished the thing shortly thereafter, but when I was machine-stitching the face to the backing the tension on my sewing machine went all wonky and wrinkled up the back side of an entire, long seam. The prospect of ripping a seam out of the face, batting, and backing that extended the entire length of the quilt threw my frustration-meter into overdrive and I dumped the project into a bag in the basement and left it there for a year, at which point I begged my mother to rip out the seam for me, and she did. (Thanks, Mom.) After that it took me another couple of months of procrastination and exactly one afternoon of hands-on sewing to finish sewing the thing together and add the binding.
The quilt really does look sweet in Dorothy’s room. She continues to be fond of the vintage wallpaper, and there is something about the hodge-podge of patterns and colors in the sheets that looks very good with it, as if more outdated yellow flowers really is more.
I snapped the photos of the coverlet right after I put it on the bed, but then I had to sneak back in the next day to take this one to show how it really looks with her heap of stuffed animals, messy desk, and perky little matching milk glass lamp. It’s cozy and sweet, it’s feminine, it’s a mess–it fits my daughter pretty well.