Our friend has been staying with us while she was working a short-term job (relatively) close to our house. We decided that Friday would be a night of Steve watching a movie while my friend and I crafted.
Or as I like to call it:
Rae burning herself with a hot glue gun.
While watching Ryan Reynolds in spandex.
I should not be so easily distracted when crafting.
Over Thanksgiving weekend, I spent a day in my mother-in-law’s quilt shop and she taught me how to make zipper daisies. (See picture above. I had help. A lot of it.) My fingers are still recovering from being overly poked. They required a wee bit of sewing and
almost every customer that came in to find fabric and such steered clear of my area.
Probably because of the grunting.
I’m really bad at crafting. I take crafting very seriously.
These are super cute and I wanted to make some for people I know, but I didn’t grab zippers from my MIL before I left and I definitely did not have the
patience time to sew all of these.
Enter: hot glue gun.
Next on the list was something that Aly found at Lowe’s, but it anyone asks, we came up with it on our own. We’re just that awesome.
The painting aspect was a bit daunting for the both of us. I can hot glue, but when it comes down to drawing or painting, count me out. Luckily, this little guy only had stripes and dots, both of which took practice but not nearly as difficult as a nose.
The Beast practiced her reasoning skills when her father and Aunt Aly put her kong filled with tasty treats under her mortal enemy.
Why she’s afraid of the clothes basket, we’ll never know.
This puzzle took her a while: pushing it around, hitting it with her paw, howling at us for laughing.
She did push it over to the stairs and tried to go under it while it was hanging over the edge, but then she reached her limit and hip-checked the basket down the stairs.
She’s a genius.
On Saturday we were prepping for our annual holiday party, so Aly and I went in search of sterno light-heater things. Much more difficult to find than you’d imagine.
We took a detour to stop at one of my favorite local stores and saw this.
And I immediately thought of this. Obviously.
I need this penguin. She’s just so darn cute.
I texted Steve a picture of the future Ms. Penelope the Penguin.
Rae: I want this.
Steve: I never know if you are kidding or not.
Rae: It depends.
I’m still hoping that Penelope will end up under our tree this Christmas. She’s a poor blind penguin that is just looking for a little love in the cold Minnesota tundra and the best part: she’s even on sale!
Maybe when my short friend comes out to visit before her big move she can convince Steve that Penelope is a responsible investment and could become a family heirloom.
My future offspring are in for a treat: the strangest mother on the block.
And a large metal penguin.