If you’ve been reading awhile, you know that I feel about crafting with kids a bit like I do about poetry (I think everyone should write poetry, I think no one should read poetry!). Crafting with kids is exhausting and you better plan ahead carefully for the skill level and, under no circumstances, have any expectations of your or the children’s work.
So of course I’m now the “craft mom” in my daughter’s first grade classroom. And boy, howdy! are there a range of skill levels amongst 6 & 7 year olds. But we’ve tackled spool knitting, sewing felt, and tomorrow we’re going to try sewing buttons.
Major shout-out to the teachers of the world. I spend an hour a week with these kids and I lay awake the night before trying to plan for eventualities of what could happen while they craft. I can’t ever imagine doing it 8 hours a day 5 days a week. You all totally need a bucket button!
Took a Grinch-y stance on holiday hats (a la the Knitmore Girls) and finished up the Holiday Hats for this year. There are 8 hats. 5 for girls, featuring four different color bows; 3 for boys. These range in size from 1 year old head to adult size.
Since then, Santa Barbara has been in the high 70s and low 80s so there’s no danger of the hats getting worn out until November!
I have completely fallen in love with Chocolate Covered Katie’s unbaked cookie dough bars. Particularly during the summer, these are a great sub for turning on the oven and baking.
But I just dumped the garbanzo bean juice, aka aquafaba.
So I thought I’d try the Marshmallow Fluff. And on its own, it’s sort of fun, though a bit odd.
But I waited a bit, and then tried to make meringues out of it. Turns out, that was a mistake. It was so not good.
I don’t usually feel cool. I mean, I’m not cool. I’ve never been cool. But when I DO, I feel cool. And this past weekend’s adventures to help decorate a fundraiser with some photo props left me feeling really cool.
First we have to draw the shapes. We borrow a projector to put the image on the wood. This is destined to become a 1920s “paper moon” photo prop.
All summer I’ve had some tube socks on the go for my 4 year old. This is leftover yarn. Or yarn that was intended for something else. Or perhaps it was yarn that got used and frogged. I honestly can’t remember. But now it’s tube socks. Because yarn is good at eventually telling you what it wants to be.
Santa Barbara is a beach town. And generally a pretty moderate one. Locals are known to complain if it’s “cold,” which means below 65F, or “hot,” above 75F. During Labor Day weekend we had temps in the 90s all weekend, and most homes don’t have AC, so we’re all melting.
Now, I’m an inside girl. I like to knit. I like to crochet. I like a roof over my head. I’m not exactly in to the sun, if you catch my drift.
But we headed to the beach anyway. Because it’s hot and it’s supposed to be cooler 5 miles away near the water. We hit a locals beach and trekked down about eleventy majillion steps.
At least this time I had on a tank top instead of my usual black hoodie with the long sleeves. Like I said, it’s been hot.
But I’ve been off, so while the fam trekked around, I sat my butt on a piece of driftwood and contemplated my toes.
And then the clouds rolled in and it got pretty cool and felt really nice.
And then suddenly it DUMPED WATER ON US. I mean, thunder, buckets, crazy amounts of the wet stuff. So we high tailed it back the umpteen bajillion steps, across this field, wherein my 40 year old ass hit the mud (now I love action/fight movies & like to pretend I’m strong and tough, but seriously, if you knocked me over, I’d stay down. I slipped in mud and I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I can already feel the aches today).
The Santa Barbara Kennel Club hosts a dog show each year in Santa Barbara, and to me it is the equivalent of Easter (or another favorite but relatively minor holiday). After meeting my Leroy, I fell for dogs. Hard. And I love getting the chance to see so many in one place.