Archive for the ‘just for fun’ Category

Getting Ready for Harry Potter

The new Harry Potter movie just opened here last week (as it did most of the world, I believe!), and we’re planning on going today. On a Tuesday afternoon. Because I hate crowds! Yes, it’s true! We have a great theater we like, with big comfy chairs and full-service waitstaff, but it’s nice to go in the daytime mid-week because you often have the place to yourself. I doubt that will be the case with Harry Potter, since it’s so incredibly popular and schools are closed for the swine flu scare, but we’ll see.

Anyhoo, I came across a fantastic craft for making Harry Potter wands, so I thought, why not make one for each of us to take to the movie? They were so incredibly easy, and came out so dang cool that I want to make more. I probably will, since the craft girls all have kids, and most of them love Harry Potter.

Just follow the directions, and you’ll end up with your own version of these:

From top: son's wand, dad's wand, mom's wand.

From top: son's wand, dad's wand, mom's wand.

A couple of suggestions:

  • When rolling the paper, leave about 1/3 of the sheet to glue down with white glue. This will make the whole wand stronger when it dries. If you leave too little paper to glue down, the wand can be a little flimsy.
  • Make sure each layer of paint is completely dry before putting on another layer. Otherwise it smears and makes a big mess! Ask me how I know… 😀
  • The more layers of paint you build up, the more realistic it looks. One layer just isn’t going to cut it!
  • I read a tip to use glow-in-the-dark paint on the tip, and that came out great! Definitely try it if you have glow-in-the-dark paint.

These are really incredibly easy to make, and fun — even my husband enjoyed painting his! Well, sort of. I may have threatened to turn him into one of these if he hadn’t.

Garden Toad!

Garden Toad!

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More stupid sock creatures

Well, I can’t stop making these things. I knew they would be addicting! Here are Eugenie Etouffee and Angus MacVicar, the latest in the Stupid Sock Creature crew.

Eugenie Etouffee is actually my favorite so far. She's so cute! These buttons were a pair I'd picked out at the last second (among about 30 pairs of buttons), thinking, maybe I can find a use for these? I think they fit her perfectly!

Eugenie Etouffee is actually my favorite so far. She's so cute! These buttons were a pair I'd picked out at the last second (among about 30 pairs of buttons), thinking, maybe I can find a use for these? I think they fit her perfectly!

I used part of a kid's dress-up boa to put ribbons down her back, back, back... :-)

I used part of a kid's dress-up boa to put ribbons down her back, back, back... 🙂

Angus MacVicar is made from argyle socks. He's named after a guy a friend of mine went to high school with in Canada. Strangely, when I Googled the name Angus MacVicar, I found a poet from (where else?) Argyle!

Angus MacVicar is made from argyle socks. He's named after a guy a friend of mine went to high school with in Canada. Strangely, when I Googled the name Angus MacVicar, I found a poet from (where else?) Argyle!

In Search of Frankie Pincushion

A while back, I made myself a chicken pincushion, which I named Frankie after my favorite rooster who passed away last year:

Frankie (the real chicken) was also black and white with a big red comb. He was the most gentle chicken you might ever imagine meeting. He would sleep in my lap, let me tug on his wattles and give him “chicken kisses” on the beak. And he loved being scratched on the back of his neck. And he came when you called him. He was so cool. There will never be another chicken like Frank.

But I digress…

Quilting with cats can be interesting, to say the least. They always seem to have an opinion about which fabric you should use, and heaven forbid you make a mistake, because they’ll just stare at you, and you know exactly what they’re thinking.

So I’ve moved most of my quilting stuff into the bedroom, and I did some quilting today (much to the cat’s delight, because you know she needed something to criticize), and then made dinner for my son and myself. When I came back, Frankie Pincushion was gone. I was a little worried, because 1) he’s full of pins, and 2) he’s special. So I frantically looked all over the bedroom, under the bed, in my wardrobe, in the bathroom cabinets, and could not find him. You see, I have one cat who got fixed while she was in heat, and I guess that’s a bad idea, because ever since then she steals stuffed animals and hides them (thinking they’re her babies). Just when I had about given up, I found Frankie Pincushion stuck behind my quilting desk next to the wall. Whew. Disaster averted once again. All in a day’s quilting.