Runaway October

I took all these pic­tures inside at night, so par­don the crappy qual­ity. It was either take them NOW or know that I’d never get to it later.

Not a hand­made present, but Curt the Dirt was my craft­ing buddy through the 3 mad days I did most of these in. I really need to stop procrastinating.

Oh god, look­ing over these pic­tures.… I really should be shot for post­ing some of these. :S

Com­plete with tramp stamp:

Seat belt covers:

Tuto­r­ial here: Seat­belt sleeves by AfricanKelli

Car trash bag:

It uses bon­ing to keep itself open. Cool huh? Tuto­r­ial here: Trash Bag by Make it and Love it

A few belts to help keep the pants up on my super skinny boys. Tuto­r­ial here: Boy Belts by Elsie Marley

Can­is­ter sleeves for my mother in law to match her red kitchen. Time con­sum­ing but super cute, eh?

Tuto­r­ial here: Quilted Can­is­ter Sleeves by HandmadeMommy

Some freezer paper sten­cil shirts. Appar­ently I for­got to take a pic­ture of some, but here’s a few of them.

(I was try­ing for a grungy look. I swear. )

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Did you make any­thing for Christ­mas presents? Let us know!

My chil­dren — They are healthy, ornery and intel­li­gent. My life is hec­tic, full and amaz­ing with them in it. They have thought me to be patient, to look at the world through dif­fer­ent eyes.

My hus­band — Though our mar­riage is still fresh, our part­ner­ship is any­thing but new. I am thank­ful that he is by my side, help­ing and sup­port­ing. He is the may­on­naise on my sand­wich of life — with­out him every­thing would be too dry. 

My mother — Cur­rently she is furi­ously scrub­bing “her bath­room” which hap­pens to be the main bath­room that a cer­tain mostly potty-trained lit­tle boy pees all over. She’s also made break­fast and cleaned the kitchen this morn­ing. Our house­hold would come to a grind­ing stop with­out her in it with us. Some may dread hav­ing their mother come to stay with em, but we absolutely adore her.

The rest of my fam­ily — Every one of them rounds out this lit­tle slice of life that I call my own. Were they not here some­thing would feel amiss.

The rain — While the mud in my dirt back­yard is not fun, I am happy to have the rain wash every­thing away. It gives us a chance to hun­ker down and enjoy time as a fam­ily while drink­ing hot spiced cider.

I am thank­ful that we are healthy, that we have a home and have food to fill our bel­lies. There are needy fam­i­lies who can­not say that they have health, wealth or hap­pi­ness like I can. Though money can be scarce most of the time, I am rich. For that I am eter­nally thankful.

Now… where’s the turkey?