Runaway October

Or the S.M.O.R as I like to call it — The Sewing Machines Oper­a­tions Room.

Remem­ber this sorry lit­tle 11’x11’ room?

Which was later cleaned and some­what orga­nized to look like this:

Well, it’s kind of fin­ished now. It’s now a very work­able space and I can actu­ally com­plete projects some­where other than the kitchen table. YAY!

I took at least 100 pic­tures today, and about 20 a few weeks ago. This room is very very hard to photograph.

I even tried to take a video with my fancy new Flip Video Cam­corder from my Prilosec spon­sor­ship, but it eats bat­ter­ies like no other.

Of course I couldn’t find any bat­ter­ies to replace them with.

Such is the life of a mom.

The project table is com­pletely hand­made by me and my dad. We used plans from Knock Off Wood. Here’s the top and the cubby sides.

I’ll go into it in a lit­tle more detail later.

I’ll have to slowly buy or make some pretty bas­kets on con­tain­ers to go in here.

Love these stools from Overstock.com

Hand­made string balls made by one of the boys.

There was two.

One of them bit the dust, or rather, the dogs water bowl.

The string ball, not the boys.

Well, okay, they usu­ally assault the water bowl at least once a day, but they don’t melt.

Unless you count the dirt that melts off.

I should make some more. String Balls, not boys. Maybe a lit­tle girl but that’s a dif­fer­ent sub­ject.

Now maybe I can get these bad boys quilted and bound and in use.

And what craft room photo shoot is com­plete with­out a pic­ture of a cat.

I used Martha Stew­art Hydrangea flat paint for the walls. I also painted the ceil­ing and all the trim, but can’t find the names of them. They’re the same ones that were rec­om­mended on the paint chip palette. No wor­ries about every­thing match­ing together. What a smart girl, eh?

I can’t seem to find a decent sam­ple color online, so you’ll just have to squint and imag­ine you can tell the true color of everything.

I do hope to make some roman blinds or cur­tains for the win­dows. And the bas­kets I men­tioned ear­lier. I def­i­nitely need some art­work and other pret­ties to hang up and keep me happy while I work. I would really really love a stereo or MP3 player of some sort in there too. I work so much bet­ter with music.

So, that’s the S.M.O.R.

What do you think?

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Today is Mother’s Day in the USA. Other coun­tries have dif­fer­ent dates to appre­ci­ate mothers.

It’s really all about the ties of fam­ily, the strength of love and appre­ci­a­tion for the lead­ers in our life.

What bet­ter way to show you love your mom then by post­ing old pic­tures?

There’s Dad in the back.

Uncle Dar­rin, Grandma Betty, Mom hold­ing Cody.

Bon­nie and I front and cen­ter. This was 1989.

Hence those glasses. No, kid­ding. They’re lovely Mom.

Also 1989.

Grandma Betty and Bon­nie, Mom and Cody, Grandma List and Char­lie, then me.

Nice Bar­bie.

1991.

Grandma Betty, Mom hold­ing Erin, Grandma List and Cody.

Pretty Mama.

And just to prove I haven’t always been goofy looking:

Aug ’85. Almost three years old.

So make sure today that you give your mom a hug, tell her that she means every­thing to you, and be thank­ful for what you have.

And that she got rid of those glasses.

KIDDING! <3

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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bot­tom of which you will always find forgiveness.

~Hon­oré de Balzac

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I received some amaz­ing news yesterday!

Unfor­tu­nately I can’t really say yet, but I can say that it means I’ll have more rea­sons to blog soon. Not that I don’t now.

It’s been so beau­ti­ful in lit­tle Queen Creek lately. Just warm enough to stay out­side, but cool enough to debate a jacket. For Pete’s Sake, I even cleaned my exte­rior porch and garage lights today because I wanted to stay out­side so bad. AND! We cleaned the garage yes­ter­day. Go me! (And thanks bunches Dad. He’s a great packer.)

The boys have redis­cov­ered side­walk chalk. I would have taken a pic­ture of my chalk cov­ered kids and dog, but D’s in the potty. He told me he’d be out in 3 hours. I’m not wait­ing on that, because, well, he’s prob­a­bly right.

Stay tuned for the great news, which is about 3 weeks off. But you can pre­tend that it could be any minute and keep check­ing back obses­sively. Or you can guess what it is in the com­ments. No fair giv­ing it away if you already know though.

And no, there’s no need to start cro­chet­ing, as my Grandma asked. I’m not preg­nant. As far as I know. And I should know. Hopefully.