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Nap Time T-shirt to Tunic Dress Thing Refashion

I should really start taking more pictures before I start a project. During would be good, too, but at least a before and after shot. I also need to find my tripod and/or maybe just wait until someone other than Beckett is home to take pictures.

Anyway, here’s the final product:

IMG_4518I’m not sure what my crazy child was doing at the time, but it must have been cute.

It’s pretty straightforward: Two similarly sized/shaped/weighted t-shirts cut across the middle and the bottom of one sewn into the middle of the other. The shirts were pretty big to begin with, so the end result looked like a sack. I serged the sides in about an inch per side with the end result being a slightly less big sack. Not something I see myself wearing out much, but for around the house or running Finn to and from school (hence the super-flattering sneakers) it will get some use. More than the original boxy, awkward t-shirts anyway.

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T-Shirt to TV Pants

I went on a little Pinterest binge a couple days ago looking for ideas to help clear my refashion stash. Saturday night I decided to make a pair of yoga pants out of a t-shirt using this tutorial. I wear a size eight on average, and used an XL adult t-shirt.

I did make a few changes to the design. First, instead of cutting the shirt down the middle, I cut it down the sides from the middle of the underarm to the hem. This also means you’ll have an inseam and no side seams. That keeps any design on the front or back intact and moves them to the hips. For the waistband, I cut the underarm seam from the sleeves and squared them up to be two equal rectangles, leaving the hem intact. I sewed the short sides together making a big, short tube from the sleeves. I then put the tube inside the waist of the pants with the pants right side out and the right side of the tube facing the inside of the pants. The raw edge of the tube lines up with the raw edge of the pants. I serged the top together like that. This made it so when the tube is folded down to the outside, the seam is covered.

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Sorry for the awkward pictures. No one was around to take the pictures and Doctor Who was about to start.

I sewed it all on my serger and it took less than ten minutes. I probably should have added two minutes and switched from white to black thread. Or not.

They are a little loose at the waist. If I were planning to actually do yoga or wear them in public I should probably add some elastic at the seam. Since they will probably be used mainly for watching Doctor Who while sitting on the sofa, I probably won’t bother.

Wish lists

Chris keeps asking me if I’ve dropped any hints for Christmas. I have. Apparently I’m a little too subtle. Now he wants a list. I hate making lists, and I hate telling people what I want. One, it just feels weird, and two, I don’t really care. Not that I wouldn’t be a little hurt by not getting anything unless we had said no gifts, but I really would be happy with anything as long as it seems like there was even a tiny bit of thought involved.

What I really hate is trying to think of appropriately priced things. I don’t want to seem greedy by asking for something too pricey, but Chris is great at bargain hunting, so I don’t want to not mention something that I need/want/would love to have just because I think it’s probably too expensive.

So, this year I decided to make a list that takes absolutely nothing into consideration. If it popped into my head as something I need or would enjoy, I put it on the list.

Bunch of random stuff I would like to maybe have whenever: 

Thread rack.
Bias tape maker
Embroidery machine
Boots
Can opener that doesn’t suck
Robot vacuum that does suck
My very own tool kit with drill that nobody else touches
Uninterrupted shower
Jogging stroller
Moka  pot (cause they’re sexy)
Minivan
Clothes that fit
Dishwasher
Something pretty
More shelves/storage for craft room
Uninterrupted bathroom time.
Intercom for the shop. Or you carrying and answering a cell phone when you’re outside. Or giant dinner bell that I can annoy everyone with to get your attention. Whatever.
Extra hours in the day.
Extra hours in the day during which the kiddos play with daddy.
Watch
Step stool for the kitchen
Coat
Gloves
Clothes drying rack.

Fun with Shiner

I finally made a batch of Shiner Bock Beer Soap last night. I love making beer soap. It goes together beautifully. It’s uncomplicated. It traces quickly, but not too quickly. It cooks up exactly the way soap is supposed to cook. If I were going to teach a soap making class, it’s the soap recipe I would use.

Pretty soap waves.

My hot process soap takes about a week to cure. Look for more Beer Soap at SubEarthan Cottage at the end of next week. It makes a great gift, especially for men. It is my most popular soap, so expect it to go fast.

Quick Takes Friday, 3rd edition

— 1 —

I’ve decided I need to move someplace that has one month of winter, one month of summer and fall the rest of the year. I’m getting tired of sweating one day and freezing the next, or, better yet, freezing in the morning, sweating in the afternoon and switching back to freezing around 2am.

— 2 —

With Beckett trying to spend as much time on his own two feet as possible, I am fighting the urge to bubble wrap everything, including our hardwood floors. I get the easy clean-up and less allergens, but I want carpet. Wall-to-wall carpet, not just area rugs. It makes crawling around on the floor chasing after babies easier and it’s a lot softer for babies who fall down 5,872 times a day.

— 3 —

New home builders should start including an extra room in their floor plans designed for the sole purpose of storing outgrown children’s clothing and baby gear. It should have deep wall to wall shelves on one side, enough built in drawers to hold about five years worth of clothing and special hooks/cubbies to accommodate all the big items.

— 4 —

I actually enjoy good political discussions and debates, so election years are fun for me. What really bugs me, though, are the nicknames people give to The Other Candidate or The Other Party. It bothers me whether they are doing it to My Candidate or The Other Candidate. To me, it makes me discount everything the person is saying if they can’t make their point without being rude. I fully support people making use of their right to free speech however they choose. If they really want me to take them seriously, though, they’ll make their point using respectful language that would make nice old ladies proud.

— 5 —

My earlier style post has me wondering what exactly are “mom jeans”? When I was younger, mom jeans were high-waisted, tapered-to-the-ankle jeans. Sometimes pleats were involved. Boot cut jeans were considered universally flattering and makeover shows everywhere convinced women to ditch their “mom jeans” in favor of boot cuts, regardless of whether you even owned a pair of boots. Now I’m hearing boot cut jeans being labeled “mom jeans”.  So, what are the current “mom jeans”, or possibly more important, what aren’t? If my only non-mom jean options are low rise or skinny, I’m screwed.

— 6 —

At least 95% of my posts are typed one handed with either a wiggly or sleeping Beckett on my lap. Sometimes this results in typos or poorly phrased sentences. The me who needs to do something semi-creative even if it isn’t perfect and the former grammar police editor me are constantly at odds over this current fact of life.

— 7 —

I still need to make Beckett’s Halloween costume. I think I have decided on the Stay-Puft marshmallow man. I don’t think he’ll hate me too much. I suppose if I don’t get his costume worked out, I could just dress him in normal baby clothes and say he is Stormageddon. Either way.
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Long overdue trip photos

Here are the long awaited (or not) pictures from our Panhandle trip.

Sleeping in after the 7 hour drive

Fun at Grandma’s

Couldn’t resist…

This is what was supposed to be in the box.

Aunt Bobbie, Grandma, Beck and Finn.

Fun in the pool

Who is he squirting……

Uncle Josh!

The babies. Mr. B is 10 months younger and about a ton heavier.

Cool alien-looking wind generators. Odd, the panhandle doesn’t need help generating wind……

With Grandma before heading home.

Boys.

Beckett has decided he is big enough to walk and jump and play with his big brother’s toys. The problem is, he can barely sit unassisted, let alone stand up without someone holding his hands for balance. Luckily he is pretty easy going, so it’s not too hard to distract him with something else when my arms start to give out.

After night two of trying (unsuccessfully) to get Finn back on a not-up-until-midnight bedtime routine, lost-computer-and-tv-privileges Finnian has been crankier and less accommodating of little B. This morning he said (not convincingly) he was jealous of Beckett, to which I responded, “Don’t be jealous…he poops his pants.” No, I hadn’t had any coffee yet.

In case you were wondering why I haven’t been showering you with pictures of my adorables, we’ve been out of town visiting the Texas Panhandle. Crazy, I know, but that’s where my insane relatives live. Expect trip photos very soon.

In the meantime, here’s a random photo to tide you over.

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