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Monthly Archives: August 2012
So yeah, um… this robot hat thing on Etsy….. I’m a victim of finding an unfulfilled kitsch hat niche.
I’m now backlogged FOURTEEN freaking hats, have go to Michaels on Monday to special order a bulk purchase of grey yarn just to finish the last four of those fourteen hats, will not be putting up *ANY* new listings until mid-September (at the soonest), am contemplating bumping the price up yet another $5, will be crocheting on the bus too & from work all week, and have a pile of creepy eyeballs hanging out on the dining room table.
And for all my moaning and groaning… I’m actually doing the happy dance of pure giddy glee that so many people like my stuff… and am now thinking my glib comment about hiring little old ladies from the local nursing home may not be such a bad idea!
I promise to get back to blabbing about Ms Soapfi tomorrow and all the fun stuff we did over the weekend.
So Soapfi has apparently lost interest in ducks, because she has revised a classic game and abolished all mention of them. She now just keeps walking around the circle, bopping people on the head and giggling “Goosey Head”!
So the Etsy shop is going like gangbusters. Okay, not professional level, have to start hiring me some little old ladies from the nursing home to keep up with the demand, gangbusters – but certainly more prolific than I ever imagined!
Twenty robot hats later, I finally sold a Jayne Cobb style hat (yeah!) so it’ll be a nice switch this weekend (and a chance to find what will ultimately be the FIFTH craft store in order to get more of that silver grey yarn), and I’m starting this months Crochet-A-Long with Fresh Stitches.
I’m going with a navy blue and off white – I have some really cute sleepy blue eyes from Suncatcher Craft Eyes I’ve been wanting to use.
And I’m still working in the background on my attempt at illusion knitting – can’t wait to see how it turns out… then I have a few ideas for some shawls I want to try to design and I want to figure out my own Super Mario Brothers 1up mushroom hat.
So much crafting, so little free time!!
Without fail, at 7pm every Sunday, all summer long, the ICE CREAM MAN drives through our neighborhood. (And for some strange reason plays Christmas music.) Since Soapfi has bionic hearing, her head immediately pops up, she does that whole eyes open wide – mouth in an “O” expression, and she squeals in pure delightful anticipation.
Last Sunday was no exception. However, since 7pm last Sunday was post family picnic (see here for the litany of all she had eaten that afternoon!) a visit with the ice cream man was not in her cards. Since she can hear him from so bloody far down the block there was plenty of time for her to attempt to negotiate.
Explaining she had already had plenty of treats that day, she countered with “I’m still hungry”. Offering her fruit or cheese was countered with “I don’t want fruit and cheese”. So I finally said that Mommy didn’t have any money, and asked if Soapfi had her own money so she could buy ice cream. Soapfi immediately excitedly responded that yes, indeed, she did have her own money. (Which came as a shock to Mommy, as I know she doesn’t have a piggy bank yet, and she knows the difference between real money and her fake play money)
So she hopped down off her chair, marched up to Daddy held out her little hands and stated “Give me my moneys”!
Sometimes life is a picnic, or in the case of our weekend and upcoming week, a series of picnics!
The first was a block party picnic in Grandma’s neighborhood on Saturday – complete with professionally catered BBQ, a dunk tank, the local fire department stopping by to show off their trucks, and a bouncy house! Soapfi had a blast. She started out pretty chill (as always – takes her a bit to warm up to new people), but quickly got into the spirit of things.
At first she just enjoyed bouncing around in the bouncy house, but eventually wanted to do what all the big kids were doing, and climbed to the top of the slide, all on her own, and gave it a whirl. She is usually not one for slides, but she took to this one pretty quickly, and two dozen trips later still wanted more, more, more! She was the sliding queen.
Not to be outdone, on Sunday we drove down south to attend our annual family picnic for Grandpa’s side of the family. Naturally Soapfi charmed the socks of everyone, and even overcame her initial shyness to give her Great-Great Aunt her 90th birthday card. (Please let me be even HALF as feisty and fun to be around at 90 as my Great Aunt Elsie – that woman is amazing!)
Four slices of watermelon, one banana, at least two dozen grapes, some angel food cake & ice cream, one hot dog, two slices of ham, a smattering of baked beans and two lollipops later she conked out for the two plus hour ride home!
My work picnic on Thursday has some pretty big picnic shoes to fill!
It’s happening tonight, hopefully with very little fanfare, after all she hasn’t used it in over two weeks – which means tonight at dinner nostalgia will kick in and she’ll scream bloody murder to use it.
But we will put our collective feet down, perhaps I will have Daddy distract her with a trip to the park, and when she returns it will just be gone, never to be mentioned again.
Perhaps our luck will hold and she won’t even miss it… who am I kidding, the kidlet’s got a memory like a steel trap.
It doesn’t matter, the decision is made, it is getting a new home in the garage. Thanks for the memories, oh beloved $2.00 high chair we found at a yard sale, you served us well!
Because that’s just the way the universe works, it turns out that our first installment of the yucks was just the qualifying round. This past weekend we had the gold medal event finals, and I’m proud to say that each member of the family took home gold at one point or another.
Daddy took gold for sounding the sickest – the upstairs bathroom would apparently make a great sound stage, the reverb was AMAZING!
Mommy took gold for most pathetic when sick – I spent my entire Saturday on the floor of the den since it was just mere feet from the downstairs bathroom.
Soapfi took gold in two categories – most volume in proportion to body size (she covered acres!!) and best attitude during the whole ordeal.
Soapfi was sick first, recovered first, and then was amazingly patient and caring while Mommy & Daddy were pathetic lumps all weekend. She brought us so many stuffed animals, patted our shoulders, brought fake water, real water, blankets….. of course it probably didn’t hurt that Calliou & the Wiggles were on constant repeat on the DVD player. We were were both so sick, the TV was probably the only functioning “parent” in the house!