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Welcome to Creative Breathing. A place where Cute As Can Be characters tell the stories of my life. While this is no longer an active blog, I do hope you will enjoy sifting through the many crafts and tutorials that can be found here. I am thankful to the many inspiring women who took this creative journey with me, and I know you will feel the same lightness of heart they gifted to me.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com129tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-45727242840582308382013-04-09T13:42:00.002-04:002016-10-31T02:13:05.208-04:00Dorothy Hamill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am not one easily to anger and am someone quick to forgive, but I must confess there is one grudge I have held against my husband all the years I have known him. Dorothy Hamill is the reason for this grudge.<br />
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Dorothy Hamill meant the world to me. She was the reason my parents spent countless dollars and endless hours in support of my love of ice skating. Figures in the stillness of pre-dawn hours, lessons for jumps and spins, practice for perfection long after the sun had set. Olympic glory for one young girl, a person to emulate for another.<br />
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Wedged hair and over-sized glasses, white mittens and boots to match. The fastest skater, the highest jumper, I strove to skate like Dorothy. The freedom of movement gliding across the ice to beautiful music let others observe a confidence I couldn't see in myself. <br />
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It was this revealed confidence that one special hockey player saw in me, planting the seeds for True Love to bloom. That love found me on the ice I owe to Dorothy Hamill and for sheltered immaturity, I owe to her as well. <br />
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Hours dedicated to skating didn't allow for time with peers. Overly sensitive to words not understood or looks that seemed disapproving made navigating First Love so difficult for me. Break-ups and make-ups seemed to fill my days. <br />
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How could my heart possibly forgive my boyfriend for taking another to watch Dorothy Hamill on ice during one of our break-ups. She meant everything to me. <br />
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In the days leading up to my surgery, I distracted myself by reading a memoir penned by Dorothy Hamill, "A Skater's Life". I was so surprised to learn that she too found relief from crippling shyness through the freedom of movement on ice, but as well found her heart isolated from maturity. There is so much about our life's stories that are the same.<br />
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When the time came to be released from the hospital, I refused the nurses help to dress but found I couldn't put on my own shoes. I motioned my husband close and whispered in his ear, "Will you help me with my shoes?" As he kneeled on the floor before me, his hair now silver with age, the knowledge that he knows of my confidence not always seen by others, washed over my heart and forever erased my one and only grudge. Dorothy Hamill, you remain my hero! <br />
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Well, I guess I am as ready as I can be for my surgery tomorrow morning. My house is spic and span, the refrigerator full, laundry folded and put away, the pets bathed and groomed. Never mind I should be home by 10 in the morning, I like to be prepared!<br />
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Already I miss the goings on in our community. If you miss just one day here, you miss a whole lot of cuteness! I will have lots to catch up on by next week. I already can't wait.<br />
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I have spent this past week preparing projects to motivate me to wellness. No gold star needed here, a craft desk filled with characters to paint is just the incentive I need to bend that knee, climb those stairs, paint that smile.<br />
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May I tell you this surgery is such a small thing, but my worry about the silliest of things brings me near to tears. Will I have to ask my husband to help me dress and tie my shoes? Of course he gladly would, but it is hard for me to ask.<br />
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And so I have distracted myself by making Laura's Teacup Couple. I fell madly for her adorable creation, found <a href="http://thatissovintageohmy.blogspot.com/">here</a>. I don't think I have ever seen anything cuter!<br />
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I have had such fun with my State Fair theme, and I hope you have enjoyed it as well. When I return it will be to Rodeo Days. Oh how I love a cute cowboy! <br />
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I guess that's it for now, 5am is nearly here. The roller coaster is nearing it's crest, there's no turning back. Did I ever tell you how flexible I am and that I can touch my toes and will surely be able to tie my shoes myself..... Here I go!<br />
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Before there were the Bobwhites, there was Sherry. She was the daughter of my mother's best friend, Virginia. Auburn hair worn in ringlets behind her ears, freckles across her nose, brown eyes lit by a smile that was always present. We were Halfway Woods friends and Spend the Night Friends and friends who couldn't bare to do anything without the other.<br />
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Our mothers purchased matching outfits of stretch pants with heel straps and matching striped shirts that we wore every opportunity we had to be together. Library trips to fill our arms full, pizza parlor trips, a table to ourselves, and 4-H sewing lessons we begged to take.<br />
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Plastic raffia sewing baskets filled with supplies, patterns and material tucked under our arms, our mothers dropped us off at an ordinary looking brick house not far from our own homes. We were met at the door by the tiniest and oldest women we had ever seen clothed all in black, a babushka revealing whips of grey hair. She ushered us down her basement stairs where other young girls were huddled together, their baskets and materials clutched close to their sides.<br />
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It was then as she assigned us each to our own long table and peddle driven sewing machines that we realized she spoke not a word of English. She communicated by the waving of enormously large sewing sheers, and the flinging about of a yellow tape measure longer than she was tall!<br />
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She was all smiles as she patted Sherry's half yard of floral fabric for the elasticized shorts she had chosen to make.<br />
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She had nothing but "Mama Mia's" for me as I struggled in vain with the slippery fabric I had chosen to make a slippery nightgown. My fabric simply would not stay put for me to lay out my pattern or stay puddled alongside my sewing machine for me to take a beginning stitch.<br />
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Week after week I sat hunched over my assigned machine, the teacher always hovering near determined not to let me give up. "Nastro Azzurro" she would cheer as she helped me manage my slippery fabric. I had no idea what she was saying.<br />
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4-H registration forms carefully filled out our last evening of sewing class, our garments turned over to our teacher, we didn't hold much hope for any success at the fair. But there was our teacher standing by our class display, her arms spreading first to one side and then to another. "Nastro Azzuro!" she greeted our astonished faces at seeing each of has had won a Blue Ribbon.<br />
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The sunshine is so bright today through my craft room window. The snow is turning to fat drops of water that I can hear dripping from the eaves of my roof. Not yet a day to venture outside, a Junk in the Trunk Banner to make a perfect solution!<br />
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The crafts you will find here on my blog are as simple as can possibly be. I want anyone to feel they can give something a go even though they may have very few materials on hand. This is the sum lot of paper I have in my craft room, but I am determined to wiggle a banner out of it.<br />
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Don't you always have those certain paper you aren't the craziest about? Those are the ones Perfectly Perfect for this project. I have cut my banner shape as many times as I could from my papers. There will be a front, a back, and any others can be deconstructed to use as a contrast.<br />
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THE BEST TRICK I KNOW! Anytime you want to back a printed piece of paper, glue it directly to your background paper AND THEN cut your edge border. LOL! It took me ages to figure out this trick for myself, and I get so mad when I forget it. <br />
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With just a basic triangle in front of you, it can be perplexing how to fill all the space. My rule of thumb is to divide the triangle's space once with a portion of the triangle itself (blue strip on top), and once with a different shape all together. I had just enough paper to trace a circle from. Now for the fun part, the junk!<br />
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I have backed my circle piece in white and offset it's placement to create movement. Greeting card images I like best are what I call "scenery" cards. Not that they are a landscape, but that a scene of everyday life from a past era unfolds itself for you. Sigh! I love vintage. I have used flowers from my State Fair projects that were of a larger size and have mimicked the curve of my circle for my Scrabble tile placement. <br />
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Remember not to "float" your elements, but rather let them "waterfall" by connecting them to each other. Using a black and white image of this cute couple learning to knit (what a Peach of a fella) makes my banner cute but not cutesy.<br />
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I love my Junk in the Trunk Banner! It has turned out wonderfully
homespun and makes me long for warm summer days and the coming of my
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I often hope that I am not alone in having my personality traits greatly influenced by ritualistic viewing of the Golden Age of Motion Pictures. I speak of the two-hour matinee absorbed through every molecule of my being while perched on the furthermost corner of our living room sofa closest to our fireplace mantle that held our tiny Black and White.<br />
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With after-school parents away providing for the "roof over our heads", a brother once noticed and immediately forgotten, a house blissfully silent but for melodic tones of dialogue, I was left to catalog the person I wanted to become. (Holly's wonderful shaker patterns found <a href="http://cottonpickinfun.blogspot.com/2013/03/a-swap-parade-and-shaker.html">here!</a>)<br />
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I wanted to become Jeanne Crain. I wanted to be plucky like her Ernestine in "Cheaper By the Dozen", and in love with William Holden just as her Margie would be, and most of all I wanted to be beautifully melancholy as her Margy in "State Fair", hopeful that spring would bring with it True Love.<br />
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Musical scores known by heart, I would dance my way around our furniture as graceful as any movie actress only to quickly reclaim my place when Jeanne Crain would speak her next line. I didn't want to miss a moment that I hadn't noticed before.<br />
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The thought never occurred to me that Jeanne Crain might be anything other than the characters she portrayed in my favorite films or that I would be setting myself apart from my peers by taking on her demeanor. I just knew that I wanted to be wholesome and kind and someone who was plucky enough to end up with the handsome leading man. <br />
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And I am happy to say, I am all of these things; and I did end up with someone who was looking for just those qualities.<br />
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Thank you, Jeanne Crain!<br />
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My
husband is on a trip this week to Santa Barbara, California. He is
lodged at The Fess Parker Hilton, a stone's throw from the Pacific
Ocean. He called me poolside to tell me he wished I was there.<br />
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He
also called to tell me that his pilot, who is female, just had the same
knee surgery I will be having, one week ago. As I listened to him tell
me this, my mind shifted from my Last Supper preparation mentality to an
image of flying a jet plane. I said to my husband, "But I live in a two
story house, she doesn't have to use her knees to fly the plane!"<br />
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With
this new found revelation of mobility, I dressed, donned my makeup,
curled my hair, and headed to the one place that minimizes the pain in
my knee to joy in my heart, Michaels. I felt like I was going to the
State Fair. (Thank you Susan for my Cute As Can Be duck!)<br />
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May
I tell you that Sandy's Easter Swap has created quite the stir in our
community. A conversation with her on the phone led to brainstorming
about a future swap inspired by the wonderful Susan who was my partner.<br />
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The supplies she sent me both in her <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2013/01/judy-judy-judy.html">Valentine's Day Box </a>and her <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2013/03/swap-happy.html">Easter basket</a>
have inspired so many of my recent projects. Wouldn't it be wonderful
to receive a box filled with fabulous supplies yourself! The lovely
quilt blocks Susan sent me have set the color pallet for a new cast of
characters.<br />
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I
tell you I will Bite the Bullet leading up to my surgery day as I craft
my State Fair characters and gather together my VERY BEST SUPPLIES I
would like to swap with the person Sandy will match me up with. (after
Easter) OH MY Goodness! This little ladybug has been assigned to the
Agriculture Exhibit.<br />
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"This
way please." to the homegrown offerings. Aren't these crocheted flowers
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So
as I await the dreaded day, I will hold close the well wishes you have
left for me and take them with me into the surgery suite along with
excited anticipation of Sandy's swap in MAY. Find a cigar sized box to
decorate and start collecting YOUR VERY BEST NEW AND VINTAGE CRAFTING
SUPPLIES. This swap will be like a day at the State Fair for sure!<br />
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I say "Three Cheers for Sandy" our beloved Hostess of what I believe be known furthermore as our favorite swap ever, The Lake Street Easter Swap. <br />
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I was so excited to be paired with Susan, the reader who sent me the
wonderful Valentine's Box filled with things she just knew I would love.Such a wonderfully shaped basket filled to the brim with things unseen but hinted at with Cute As Can Be containers.<br />
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Inside the blue egg was nestled a vintage bluebird whose egg released cheerful confetti all over my craft desk. How clever!<br />
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My characters couldn't help but come in for a closer look at all the craft supplies that came spilling out of the tiny pink box. <br />
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As with Susan's Valentine box, there seemed to be no end to lovely things contained within her basket. I had never before seen vintage seam binding. It is fabulously crinkly, and I have already used all of the yellow on my little Nursery Animals.<br />
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I hope you are smiling ear to ear at sight of this sweet Spoolie. EAK! the plaid body and matching hat flowers. The red shoes and pearls! Why this could be me! I'm known for always wearing pearls. <br />
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As Susan doesn't yet have a blog, I am sharing my gifts to her We must convince her to begin on to better get to know her.. A Wiltons paper Bundt
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the basket to lift the contents into view. Thank you Susan for being my
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As modest as I am about nakedness, I am even more so about underwear. I would much rather be glimpsed in my all-together than my Just-My-Size underwear.<br />
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I can only attribute this to my many years in the military where you were required to strip down to your skivvies for even a foot exam. I tell you I have been on "High Alert" these last few days as I've made my rounds regarding my injured knee. <br />
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As I filled out paperwork in preparation of a MRI, I asked the receptionist if I would have to wear a gown for the scan. When she told me I could keep my clothes on, I let out a, "Yippie Skippie!" She said, "Pardon Me?" to which I joyfully responded, "I'm so happy I get to keep my clothes on!"<br />
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The receptionist then led me through a seemingly endless list of all the possible metal items I might have in my body. I felt as though I had gotten an "A" on a test by having answered "No" to each; but then she paused, and looked me right in the eye. "Do you have any metal in your eyes?" <br />
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I tell you I gasped out loud, "Would I know if I had metal in my eye? Do people come here with metal in their eyes?" To which she non-nonchalantly answered, "You'd be surprised." She then had me sign a release stating I knew I could cause major bodily harm to myself and the technicians if I entered the scanning room with any metal on my person.<br />
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The receptionist had me then place my purse in a locker which she locked and handed me the key dangling from a telephone cord like bracelet. "You can go in to the scanning room now." I didn't take a step! I raised my wrist with the dangling key, "What about the metal release form?"<br />
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Thank goodness the technician took my key the moment I crossed the threshold of the imaging room. I was directed to lie down on the scanning table as the technician explained that three scans would be taken, each lasting about 17 minutes. He handed me a panic button, placed ear phones on my head, and removed himself to the control panel.<br />
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The table began to whir, I felt myself entering the scanner. The technician asked what type of music did I wish to listen to. I opened my eyes and realized my head was just outside the tunnel shaped opening. "Oh my gosh! My head is going to be on the outside? I don't need to listen to any music." He said that I had to as the noise the machine made could harm my ears. "Talk Radio, please"<br />
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It was at this very moment as the machine began it's jackhammer like thumping, and my earphones began talking in Spanish, that I realized my underwear was not situated just right. Oh My Gosh! I barely got through the first session trying to keep my mind off my squitchy underwear by desperately trying to recognize familiar words in Spanish.<br />
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It has been the most rewarding experience for me to see so many of you giving Paper Clay a try. I have seen the cutest Easter creations ever on so many blogs that I visit.I have gotten quite a few e-mails asking about the paints I use. Ah! A Creative Breathing Post if ever there was one.<br />
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I am passionate about color and think knowing just a few basics elevates your work tremendously. Do you have a favorite color pallet? Think of all the things you have created and will create as your body of work. Is it cohesive, does it tell a color story?<br />
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Here are all of the paint colors I have now used for five years. Primary and secondary colors; black, brown, flesh, and white. Notice there are three values for each color, dark, medium, and light.<br />
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"Now, the dining room. I'd like yellow. Not just yellow; a very gay
yellow. Something bright and sunshine-y. I tell you, if
you'll send one of your men to the grocer for a pound of their best
butter, and match that exactly, you can't go wrong!" Do you recognize this line from "Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House?"<br />
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The paint scene is my very favorite! Here is how I work with colors. WHITE: Is put off center on pallet. Paint all white areas first. NOTE: Paint is pulled onto the brush from the edge of the paint.<br />
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FLESH: Is placed a distance away from white. The two colors are drawn to the center to mix. NOTE: Don't squeeze white directly into another color as you will waste paint trying to get the right shade..<br />
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CHEEKS: A highlight color is added to pallet with room on the right side to drag shading brush first through flesh then edge of highlight color. I wanted a little orange with my MS Love Dove; so I have added it alongside. You can see the "clean line" on the pallet left by the brush.<br />
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YELLOW HAIR: Yellow is added a slight distance from white and mixed in the middle of both. <br />
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EYES: A small amount of black is added to pallet. Eyes are painted while flesh and white are still available for touch ups and highlights. A liner brush is dipped into the center of the paint an allowed to "ball" on the end of the bristles. This allows you to "push" the paint for easier application.<br />
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BRUSHES: An inexpensive package of liner brushes is essential. The longest brush is used to "line" the eyes. Add a few drops of water to center of paint and mix with liner brush. The brush is pulled and "twirled" several times to bring the brush to a point.<br />
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EYE LINER: Begin where black has already been applied. If your line appears too thick, you have too much paint on your brush. Add another drop of water, and twirl brush into a point again. Eyelashes would also begin on the eye and go out.<br />
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MIXING COLORS: I have washed my pallet to mix lots of lightened yellow for ducks. I now want to paint a vintage shade of pink which has an orange tint to it. Because yellow is used to make orange, I will leave it on my pallet and use it to warm my pink and lighten it because there is already white in the yellow. <br />
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A lovely shade of vintage pink! <br />
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DUCK LIPS: You can always use a lighter shade of any color that is a component of the next color you want to use instead of adding white. Orange is made by mixing red and yellow. There is red, white, and a touch of yellow in my pink. It can be used to lighten my orange. A perfect duck lip shade!<br />
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MATCHING: Medium blue and white are mixed in the middle. A square shader is the other type of brush that is a must have. When painting a large area, the brush is "loaded" with paint. It glides onto the surface. (You can see this is a favorite brush as it's paint has come of the handle!)<br />
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The blue above was mixed to match my paper sailor's hat. Yellow is added for my bluebird to match the vintage paper on the trinket box. I use a very limited group of papers when I create as shown in the first photograph. Red, black, orange and green are added in the fall months. My papers match my felt and paints. <br />
They tell my Creative Breathing story.<br />
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My Sailor Duck is happy that his shirt and hat match! I share this post for those of you new to crafting to know that with just a few basic supplies, much can be made. And I do hope you will share your creations with me!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-34831224399776242392013-03-12T14:19:00.000-04:002013-03-13T20:03:51.451-04:00Hold the Phone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dear, dear friends, Thank you so much for your encouraging words. It embarrasses me terribly to draw attention to myself, but I was in such a panic that I would not be able to mail out things promised. By the middle of the night, and a pain pill later, I was able to finish. But HOLD THE PHONE. . .<br />
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I believe I have sent two Sailor Ducks to the wrong people!!! Please, if you should read this, contact me at elizabeth.andrus@yahoo.com when you receive the package. I will give you the correct address and send you postage. I am so terribly sorry for this mistake. Lesson learned, don't craft on drugs!<br />
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I am afraid I will need knee surgery for torn ligaments in my knee. How did I tear them, you ask? While using the rowing machine at the gym. I love rowing because it creates the nicest breeze. You truly do feel as though you are on a lake on a warm spring day. SPRING - I know! How cute is Laura's little bluebird!<br />
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I am not happy at all to have my crafting interrupted, but I do want to share with you the sweetest Nursery characters that ever were. I am obsessed these days with vintage wrapping paper. Swoon worthy, this sweet baby print! <br />
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I do believe this is THE cutest character I have ever made! Oh my gosh! I just love this little stork! (See below for availability)<br />
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Thank goodness it's Daylight Saving Time; so my middle of the night finishings weren't as late as they would be had I hurt myself the day before! I plan to make all of my little felt Easter characters as nursery ones to ride along in floats meant just for them. EAK! Look at these little rattle fellas. My most favorite of the vintage nursery characters found on greeting cards.<br />
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"Nose to Nose" kisses!<br />
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I finally fell asleep needle in hand at 4 o'clock this morning as I sat propped and fluffed and cooking on my heating pad as I worked on my Delivery Pom Pom. <br />
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Sigh, Don't you just love vintage nursery items? This deliverer of Good News is waiting for his chariot to arrive in the mail. He needed just the right planter, I can't wait for you to see!<br />
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Thank you again for letting me panic "out loud". I have had only a glimpse of the pain many of our dear friends live with daily. It truly is frightening.Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for your kindness to me. (A special thank you to Laura, Vintage Bettys for your spring paper egg and Cute as Can Be bluebird!)<br />
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Can you be spontaneous and predictable at the same time? I am someone who loves changeable weather, but is seasonally challenged. I love to strike up conversations with anyone that happens my way, but will decline in a moment the opportunity to meet new people.<br />
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I am someone who crafts by theme in a very specific order, but will jump to a theme out of order if my eye catches something I just have to make. Predictable and spontaneous. It's hopelessly me.<br />
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I find I must set aside my Easter crafting, and skip Gnomes all-together, to squeeze in Nursery Pink before Wedding Bells need to be rung.<br />
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I hope you won't mind this interruption in our Holiday of the Moment fare, but creating my <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-easter-parade.html">Easter Parade</a> from vintage nursery planters has me bursting at the seams with things I want to make.<br />
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It must be that others are Spontaneous and Predictable as well as our wonderful Keren has Baby Circles for me to use in my crafting <a href="http://www.freeprettythingsforyou.com/2013/03/free-vintage-baby-circles/#more-4230">here</a> . Oh how I love vintage New Arrival greeting cards.<br />
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I know I will return to my predictable pattern of crafting as that is my nature, but for the moment I hope you will enjoy identifying this blog with all things Pink!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-69407046742952469252013-03-07T10:23:00.004-05:002013-03-08T09:42:44.529-05:00The Easter Parade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Are you having the most fun visiting our friend's blogs and seeing the wonderful Easter creations being made?<br />
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We have the most talented ladies in our group, and one of my very favorites is Shirley of <a href="http://zettasaprons.blogspot.com/">Zetta's Aprons</a>. To me Shirley is the quiet member of our community not drawing any attention to herself. Instead she so graciously uplifts each of us with her kind encouragement. Her creations are perfection!<br />
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When I saw Shirley's Easter Parade inspired by <a href="http://www.sandysshowntell.blogspot.ca/">Sandy's Show and Tell</a>, I just knew there would be much twitter among the characters of my own craft room.<br />
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I'm telling you the chatter has been nothing but "Parade, parade, parade!" It's not enough that my planters were happy enough just to sit on their shelf, they were "volunteered" to showcase each parade participant.<br />
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Oh, the oohing and aahing as each float passes the assembled crowd. The Grand Marshal perched where everyone can catch a glimpse.<br />
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I could make dozens of these sweet parade floats, they are just that much fun. Shirley says she has one more to share with us; and I for one can not wait!<br />
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This is the most popular float in the parade. The one where trinkets and sweets are tossed to the children along the sidelines.<br />
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Double duty on this float!<br />
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There is always that one right angle turn to make along the parade route. The crowd holds their breath as each float seems to be coming right at them before veering sharply and continuing on their way.<br />
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This ambassador of Easter cheer doesn't seemed fazed in the least. He must have complete confidence in his driver!<br />
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As with every parade, it's over too quickly. I think I am in agreement with Shirley that you can never have too many floats in a parade. I just might have to add another one or two! Thank you Shirley for all that you inspire..<br />
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I tell you I make my own self laugh on a daily basis due to my unbelievable Cluelessness. Home Alone this week and needing supplies, I headed to Michaels coupon in hand. I have been wanting all spring to make some type of small hanging ornament to feature in a centerpiece for my Easter table.<br />
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Checking out my most favorite $1.00 bins just before leaving, I saw these packages of what I thought were tacky silk flowers for .50 cents. I thought I could pull them apart and make them do. When I opened the first package and lifted out a rose, it fell apart in my hand. "Oh My Goodness! They are paper!" So I thought.<br />
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Things were looking up. Each box of roses came with matching ribbon. "How lucky!" Egg picks also found for $1.89 matched perfectly as well. A bag of paper Easter grass had exactly the same colors as the flowers. "It's as though Michaels planned this all out for me!"<br />
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I ironed the ribbon and began making little ornaments from the largest petals of the rose. I dabbed a bit of hot glue between the petals to add stability. One stem of the egg pick is hot glued inside one petal, top of pick bent over. I hot glued the medium sized petals to the tops of the hanging branches. (Wire form, Home Goods $8.00). "Oh My Gosh! This is turning out so wonderfully!" <br />
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I took one strand of each color of paper grass and balled them in the palm of my hand then tucked inside each ornament. Tiny chicks found at Party City for .89 cents were nestled comfortably. I began to notice the most lovely smell in my craft room......<br />
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"OH MY GOSH!!!" My tree nearly completed, I decided to read the packaging label of the roses. BATH CONFETTI!!!! "OH MY GOSH! This can NEVER get wet! It could dissolve before my very eyes!"<br />
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Clueless I tell you, Clueless. But isn't this absolutely the sweetest centerpiece ever? I am thrilled with my $!.50 ornaments! "Can you believe it?" Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-51689248308814861212013-03-05T01:50:00.000-05:002013-03-05T17:18:14.534-05:00Gangster Squad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You might not believe this about me, but I have a dark side. I love the romanticized ideal of being on the wrong side of the law. The motion picture side of the wrong side of the law. The Gangster side of the law.<br />
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I would like to have been a gangster's moll not having to do anything at all but look glamorously slim in beautiful satin gowns at swanky nightclubs and sleeping in until three the next day having only gotten in at two. <br />
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Of course my heart would still reside in it's deep-seeded Midwestern values keeping it open to the persuasion of a handsome law abiding copper.<br />
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I always look for the moment a bellhop or doorman appears in a scene with their smartly buttoned coat and hat at just the right tilt. "Delivery for you!" The 1930's are my favorite time in our history, and all of my characters reflect this era. <br />
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My daughter and I just went to see "Gangster Squad" set in 1930's Los Angles. We were so excited to see her Depression Era dishes, Desert Rose, featured in a breakfast scene and the cutest vintage nursery wallpaper in another. It had little ducks on it just like this sweet little guy. <br />
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We had such a fun evening together, but my TSG does not allow ANY talking, and boy do I love to point out the background detail. This move is a MUST SEE for all the wonderful vintage detail. <br />
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The performances in "Gangster Squad" by Josh Brolin and Sean Penn are riveting.<br />
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And Ryan Gosling as a very dapper cop of the type that make you swoon! <br />
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His romance with Emma Stone's character is very sweet. I won't spoil it for you by telling you if they end up together by story's end. <br />
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What fun I have had creating my Easter Squad of characters. I absolutely love every one of them, and I hope you do as well!<br />
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Thank you so much: <br />
Carla Easter Chick and Easter Duck<br />
Kim K. Love Birds Set 1<br />
Joyce Delivery Man<br />
Amy Jo Bluebird<br />
Lorraine Love Birds 2<br />
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When my children were in grade school, I wanted a job that would accommodate their schedule. I found such a job as a Video Clerk in the grocery store of our town. Peculiar to this particular store, the majority of individuals who shopped there were well past retirement age.<br />
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It was the "dream job" for me as I am passionate about movies, and I love to converse with anyone who happens my way. We were encouraged to stop and ask our older clientele about their day and shopping needs. ( <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/MagpieEthel?ref=seller_info">Magpie-Ethel</a> )<br />
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One day, as I was passing through the delicatessen section of our store, I noticed the cutest elderly couple both pushing their shopping cart. I thought it was the sweetest thing I had ever seen and hoped in my thoughts that my husband and myself would be spotted by someone in this way long days into our future.<br />
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I heard the woman say to her husband as they passed the cheese case, "Get us some cheese, I'll meet you in Dairy." She left her husband looking questioningly at all the different varieties. (Jenn B. $15)<br />
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Moments later he returned to his wife, cheese in hand. She was not a happy customer at all. "This isn't the cheese we get. We've been buying the the same cheese for 40 years. What's the matter with you! Go get the right cheese!" My heart sank to my knees. I told my husband when I returned home from work, "Please don't let us ever become The Cheese Couple"<br />
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Away at my daughter's these last few days, I returned home to unexpectedly find the door leading from our garage into our house locked. I heard my husband's voice from within, "I'll be right there!". As I waited my arms filled to the brim, I couldn't believe that my husband opened the door and turned right around to return to his comfortable seat he had left without so much as a "How do you do?". I was not a happy customer!<br />
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I went about putting my things away without uttering a word. I went to my craft room to make my Cute as Can Be St. Patrick's Day character, still not a word. My husband entered the room. "The Cheese Couple." he said as he slipped his arm around my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss. <br />
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I believe, if the stages of our lives were fanned before us as paint strips found at the hardware store, we would recognize immediately the colors that belonged to us and those we love. Bold colors for a father's remembered tie, riotous colors for a mother always in motion, lavender for a young girl's dreams.<br />
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My mother so carefully and lovingly decorated my childhood bedroom for the young lady she expected me to be. Gradient ruffles of lavender spilling over the edges of my bed to pool on a floor of soft blue. Furniture in white trimmed in gold, crossed gossamer hung from windows with casements in white to let in the breeze.<br />
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A bed always made and clothes neatly hung, it was as though the room itself expected me to act in a certain way. When I left it's confines in the morning for school, it's quiet dignity seemed to cling to me as though it expected others to recognize immediately from where I came. <br />
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Homework hours and spend the nights, joyful days and heartsick worries, lavender dreams before I closed my eyes. Would True Love ever find me. My mother said it would.<br />
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When I think back now to the Courtship Days of my life, I think of the room my mother decorated especially for me. Vases of flowers and paper declarations of love, gentle manners matching my own. Someone who was looking for the occupant of a room just like mine.<br />
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Special Delivery characters made to recall the sweetest days of my life.<br />
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Look closely in the background of this photograph, and you will see evidence of the many parties that are celebrated by the characters of my craft room. Apparently they have decided it's not necessary at all to be tucked away until their own celebratory month appears upon the calendar. It seems for them that every day is a holiday, but today is extra special as it is a Holly day!<br />
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I can only begin to tell you how happy I am to have found my crafting sister at heart in Holly of <a href="http://cottonpickinfun.blogspot.com/">Cotton Pickin Fun</a>. Someone who loves holidays as much as I do, and someone who loves to craft in felt. EAK! How lucky am I to be the recipient of this adorable Leprechaun and his sidekick companion.<br />
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Holly says she has loved very small things since she was a little girl. We are all glad for this as she has created and shared with us the most wonderful patterns of tiny little characters to make. These Tweethearts do melt my heart!<br />
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If it is impossible for me to put away the things I make for each holiday as it comes, it is doubly so for the Cute as Can Be characters made from Holly's patterns. Look again in the background to see her Valentine's Day Shakers right where I can catch sight of them from where I sit.<br />
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A smile I can be sure of each time I visit her sweet blog. How absolutely clever is the Shamrock Shaker pattern she has created wearing his very lucky hat. The Easter shaker is made from Holly's Snowman Shaker pattern with ears from my own rabbit pattern added. I know, we are becoming symbiotic! Where there is one of us, you will find the other cheering her on.<br />
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"Hello! My name is Elizabeth. I love to craft with felt and I love Holly days!"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-88839514011394889322013-02-21T21:30:00.000-05:002013-03-01T15:51:27.333-05:00"Who's The Boss?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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the dawning of the Age of Aquarius and my mother's budding
independence, my brother and I found ourselves "in charge" of own selves
more frequently than not. Our parents seemed to be resolute in their
confidence that they would return from their own day's agendas to a home
still standing and children as they had left them. <br />
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As the oldest sibling I considered my self the Boss of my younger brother, John. <br />
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He considered himself, unbossable. <br />
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I really was surprised one morning near Easter to find upon opening our front door, the largest raccoon I had ever seen standing on his
hind legs looking as though he wanted to come in. I called my brother to the door, "John, Mom and Dad have gotten us an Easter Raccoon. Come and get him." And he listened to me!<br />
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As soon as my brother stepped onto our front porch, the
raccoon began to chase him. My brother on two legs was not fast enough
for the raccoon on four. A tackle, a tumble, arms and legs flailing, a
brother bitten to pieces upon our parents arrival home. Shots in the
stomach for Easter a reminder never to listen to his sister again!<br />
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Despite the pink wonderfulness of my craft room, it has a distinctively Man Cave attitude being that all of the characters I create are of the male persuasion. With the never ending holiday parties in the making, and the ever present quest for True Love, I decided it was time to insert some female influence.<br />
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Intimidation is precisely what I felt at the thought of creating a girl character. Why? Because she doesn't wear pants that only require striped pipe stems! My own Paper Clay tutorial inadvertently provided the answer. A rope of clay around the bottom of the figure, pull clay back towards body.<br />
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Oh My Gosh! I am tickled PINK! A girl character to join in the fun. Her little jumper is just too cute!<br />
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Hmmmmm..... There may be a period of adjustment needed. This little fella doesn't quite know what to think.<br />
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Joy. Sheer Joy is the blessing I feel that I have a such a place as a craft room where the characters of my imagination can come forth, and I am most grateful to have those of you who happen here and allow me to share such things.<br />
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The wonderful pattern that is covering my "E" is from the vintage wrapping paper seen in the first photo. I used my pinking scissors to cut the white from the pink. The white portion was used to cover all of the edges of the letter. Oh! And who is that handsome Scottie seen in the background?<br />
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He is a Poorbaby Payday Pooch who has come to reassert the male majority! <br />
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My most favorite days working were the years spent at Gooseberry Patch. I couldn't wait to pick-up conversations left unfinished between the calls I took from customers. Laughter buoyed our spirits late into the night. We forgot we had families and homes waiting for our return.<br />
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With each new publication shared with my customers, creative images filled my mind's eye waiting for the opportunity to come to be. You have seen in nearly every photo posted my <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-by-with-little-help-from-your.html">Christmas</a> Keepsake Frame, a project featured in "Gooseberry Patch Christmas All Through the House", finally, one for the other Red Holiday on the calendar, a Valentine Keepsake Frame.<br />
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SUPPLIES: 8x10 white frame (I painted a wooden document frame), printed paper cut to size of glass, cardboard, Valentine Hankie (one half, cut in half), fat-quarter fabric, med. sized rick rack, embellishments, hot glue.<br />
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STEP 1: (Steps 1-3 preform on ironing board) Iron fat-quarter in half lengthwise. Pull fabric one inch from center (finger) towards center creating a pleat, iron. Repeat left of center. <br />
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STEP 2: Lay frame on top of pleated fabric to determine how wide fabric pocket
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STEP 3: Position hankie in a pleasing way. Fold hankie edges under itself to match pleat edges (finger), iron edges. Excess hankie will go behind pocket front and between pleats in back of pocket.<br />
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STEP 4: Position frame over pockets to determine to how deep you want them to appear in relationship to the open space above pockets. Cut two equal pieces of cardboard measuring from inside edge of frame. Slip cardboard between layers of fabric.<br />
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STEP 5: Place paper on top of glass, position pockets (cardboard edge flush with bottom of glass), fit within frame, tuck fabric towards exposed glass, replace frame backing, push down metal tabs. Now for the fun part - EMBELLISH to your HEART is CONTENT!<br />
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OH MY GOSH! I did not notice at first that I had chosen a Valentine and cookie cutter that tells the story of my photograph of my very first boyfriend. "Rain or Shine, Benny. Won't you Be Mine?" <br />
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Of course my frame includes my lifetime's Valentine, my husband. How cute is his First Grade photograph! Do you notice the little tag I have created from a greeting card Maker's Mark? "Forget-me-not". So sweet!<br />
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Oh how I loved my days at Gooseberry Patch, and oh how I do love my Valentine Keepsake Frame!<br />
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Does it amaze you that you are able to create your own holiday decorations? I think it is wonderful and such fun at the same time.<br />
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If you haven't yet given Paper Clay a try, I do hope this tutorial will encourage you to do so. Tools needed? Your hands! I know, amazing again! Paper Clay can be found at Michael's or online. As there isn't a single direction on the package, I
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PREPARATION: A sheet of paper for your work surface, a small amount
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stems, craft wire cutter. <br />
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STEP 1: Press small amount of clay at a time to surface of Styrofoam. (Close package each time clay is removed).<br />
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STEP 2: Using your thumb press clay in a forward direction until you feel an even thickness under your thumb. (Clay should be applied thinly, but you should not see the texture of the Styrofoam through clay.)<br />
STEP 3: Apply next amount of clay a slight distance from already applied clay. Push new amount towards existing edges. (All shapes are covered in this manner.)<br />
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STEP 4: Roll small amount into ball shape in the palm of your hand. (Should cracks appear in the clay, apply moisture with fingertip dipped in water). Roll ball into a rope with fingertips against work surface. Apply to head with slight pressure.<br />
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STEP 5: Press rope to thickness against face that is pleasing. With finger, pull flattened rope from the face<br />
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STEP 6: Wet finger and further smooth clay. <br />
STEP 7: Insert half a toothpick in bottom of head.<br />
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STEP 8: Make 2 same sized balls of clay by rolling in palm of hand. Slightly elongate by applying pressure to one side of ball as you roll.<br />
STEP 9: Attach to head use pulling technique with finger. Slightly elongate clay into ear shape.<br />
STEP 10: Smooth edges further with fingertip dipped in water.<br />
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STEP 11: Press small ball of clay to surface of face. Use same pulling technique to further adhere.<br />
STEP 12: Wet fingertip with water, smooth clay into nose shape. Head is complete, set aside.<br />
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BODY PREPARATION: Twist 2 pipe cleaner stems together. Insert stem without cutting 1/2" into bottom of egg shaped Styrofoam for leg. Bend to create ankle and foot, snip with wire cutters. Repeat for second leg and arms. (Second set of twisted pipe cleaner might be needed). Remove stems to apply clay.<br />
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STEP 13: Repeat same techniques used to apply clay to head.<br />
STEP 14: Reinsert pipe cleaner stems. Character is now complete! (My husband had hidden my Valentine's Day card and gift for me to find!)<br />
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DRYING: Allow air to circulate around pieces. A fan can be also be used. Area of country you live in will effect drying time. NOTE: When dry, your piece should feel as light as the Styrofoam did without clay. If it feels heavy, you know you applied your clay too thickly. CRACKS: Apply small amount of Paper Clay to crack, smooth with wet fingertip. Allow to dry again. (If the crack is small, I don't worry about it as my paint and glitter will cover)<br />
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BASE: Save those ribbon spools! I have traced my spool onto my image and then adhered it to white card stock before scalloping edge.<br />
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FACE: Draw eyes on clay with pencil, paint white. Paint face flesh. Reapply flesh to cheek and nose area, drag brush already coated with flesh just along a dot of red. Apply to wet paint, blend with clean brush. (I adore MS Love
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BODY: Draw oval on body, paint. Paint white on body. Let dry.<br />
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CRAFT VARNISH (found alongside craft paints) is applied to areas that are not going to be glittered. Let dry.<br />
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GLITTER: Martha Stewart Clear Glass Glitter is applied to clay by thinning Tacky Glue to the consistency of milk. (I no longer use Modge Podge as I noticed my white pieces yellowed over time).<br />
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GARLAND: Make bow with tails from sheer ribbon, hot glue to center of chenille stem. Bend stem over "hands" and trim. Tails of bow are looped around stem and hot glued in place. Position and hot glue paper flowers and eggs. (Michaels $1.00 bin)<br />
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And there you have it, Your Cute as Can Be Easter Garland Hangers! <br />
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I promise your first Paper Clay creation will not be your last. And I do hope your Valentine's Day was all that you hoped for and more!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10973995314752982177noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609732936454279203.post-46961317764953677012013-02-13T13:47:00.002-05:002013-02-15T18:21:00.432-05:00Home Alone Crafting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My husband and I have only known a Marriage of Separations all our years together. There is a comforting rhythm in place that sustains us our days apart. It begins with a farewell embrace and kiss goodbye that encompasses all of the memories we have shared.<br />
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My husband knows that I will use his bathroom the days he is gone and will leave a note there for me to find. Sweeter still, upon opening his medicine cabinet, I will find all the notes he has left for me taped inside the door. His handwriting at once descriptive of his strong character and loyalty to me.<br />
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I won't hear from my husband his first day away as he travels across the ocean and settles into his Away From Home routine. But every day thereafter, at just about the same time, the telephone will ring; and I know it will be him. "This is your morning Wake-Up Call!"<br />
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I will share with my husband all the news I have heard from our children, and he will share all the news he has heard from our children. We have the exact same news, but we delight in how each of our children interacts with us in their own special way.<br />
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At the end of our conversation, my husband will ask the question he asks of me every day, "What are your plans for your day?" and I will answer "Oh, it's a crafting day."<br />
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A familiar answer whether my husband is gone away or close to me at home; but it signals to my husband that all is right in my world. All is right in his. <br />
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The Silvers were the family that lived in the new house next to my new house in our Camelot subdivision. Side by Side professionals protective of their newly acquired status on the rungs to success, polite hellos the only interaction. The Silvers were Jewish, The Keilys, Catholic. <br />
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Adult explanations made little sense as to why the matching boy and girl in the Silver family could not play with my brother and me on Saturdays, or us with them on Sundays. My interpretation to my two-year-old brother was that the Silvers had to wake up early and couldn't play with us.<br />
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Impossibly long weeks would go by with only glimpses of the Silver children captured the moment my teeter totter flattened at the peak of our connecting fence. And then one day there was Mrs. Silver, matching children in hand, at our front door. "May I speak with your mother?"<br />
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It seemed Mrs. Silver was at her wits end. "We don't mind that your little boy wakes us up at the crack of dawn each morning by crowing like a rooster underneath our bedroom window, but Sundays are our only day to sleep in!" My parents had no idea John was not only escaping from his crib, but exiting our house by the sliding glass door and unlatching our connecting fence!<br />
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A shared laugh told to husbands over dinner was all that was needed for the families to see they shared more things in common than not. Fast friends every day of the week, Saturdays and Sundays to worship the same God.<br />
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For me, entry into Jr. High School was something to worry about every day of the summer. Unfamiliar hallways to navigate, teachers more than one, a locker to unlock, a lunchroom seat to find, and boys. Most of all, boys. I worried about boys.<br />
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It seemed biology had brought them to my attention, self-examination making them something to fear. I went about my summer days with a knot in my stomach that just would not unravel. My mother asked me to accompany her to a friend's home, a surprise, she promised, would await me there. (Pixie tutorial, <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2011/02/pixies-in-angora.html">here</a>.)<br />
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Mrs. Ritchie was a seamstress without a girl to sew for as she only had sons; four teenaged sons. My mother had commissioned Mrs. Ritchie to sew a school wardrobe for me that would account for my natural modesty but let me fit in with other students. To this place filled with boys, my mother would bring me nearly every other day.<br />
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Fabrics to choose on tabletops filled with laundry. Socks and underwear and more socks and more underwear. Every inch of Mrs. Ritchie's home was filled with the belongings of her sons. Interruptions abounded by blue jean clad legs and torsos in white tees. The boys took to lingering and asking me a question or two.<br />
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By the end of the summer, my wardrobe complete, I was able to greet the boys by name and be led away to toss a football in the yard. Tall and lanky, white grins in tanned faces, the boys were always so kind. Shy laughter found a way to escape from me, I wanted my time at Mrs. Ritchie's to never end.<br />
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My first days of Jr. High School were a blur of old friends found and new friends made. Compliments filled me with pride, a new dress for every day of the week. A ticket bought for Tag Day, a special boy chosen to carry books and sit next to at lunch. (Pattern and Tutorial found <a href="http://creativebreathing.blogspot.com/2011/02/pom-pom-and-pattern-making-tutorial.html">here</a>.)<br />
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