Crafty (Said as if you were Janet Jackson singing Nasty Boys but saying Crafty instead of Nasty)

I’ve been on an extra crafty kick the last couple of weeks and wanted to share some of my accomplishments with you.

image (5)TABLE RUNNERS – My mom had made herself a very cute valentine table runner and after seeing it I wanted to make one too.  It looked easy enough but at the same time clean and professional.  I decided I was going to make one for my friend Leslie as a hostess gift for an upcoming gathering.  Off to JoAnns I went with Mom to see what we could find.  After both agreeing that Leslie would like the material we picked out we were on our way.  Back at my mom’s house she took her fancy quilting cutting mat, t-square, and fancy fabric wheel cutter and showed me how to make the pieces perfectly rectangle.  Honestly I didn’t see the need for this step — a thought which would soon come back and bite me.  At home I really did whip up the very pretty table runner in no time.  The hardest part, as my mom had already warned me, was trying to make the two overlapping sides even.  Still I managed to make the entire gift with very little cursing.

The success of that project led me to believe I needed to make another one for the guest of honor at the same social gathering.  Our friend Rachel was going to be visiting us from WI and if that wasn’t enough to earn her a handmade table runner it was also her birthday.  After hiking with the two dogs (http://wp.me/p159Ee-ah) Sunday I cruised on over to the crappy JoAnns in my neighborhood.  Sadly, although not surprisingly, that crappy location was closed and the dogs and I took off in search of another one.  At the new-to-me JoAnns I came upon the most beautiful and colorful fabric ever!  I picked it up and thought, “I guess I shouldn’t go that crazy with the colors for someone’s gift” so I put it back.  Then I found coordinating fabric and it was on!  I grabbed both spools (they aren’t spools — what are they called? ) of fabric and took off to get them cut.  After leaving the store I immediately called my mom to tell her she wasn’t there to stop me from buying they most colorful fabric available!

Remember when I said the first step was to square off your fabric?  Well I didn’t have my mom’s fancy tools this time so I had to make do with what I had.   I really tried to skip that step but the fabric wasn’t laying right together.  So I did what I always do when I need some sort of t-square type measuring device.  I went to my bookshelf with art books to locate something that could be an adequate substitute.  I grabbed the works of Diego Rivera.  Much like the man himself the book is larger than you would expect.  I carefully folded the fabric and laid the book so that it was square to the top seam, drew a line down the side and cut.  It didn’t take long before I realized it wasn’t straight and had to do it all again screaming, “Way to screw me Diego!”  I have a feeling he heard that a number of times during his life.  After extensive cursing at random sewing items and lots of exclamations of “good enough,” I did get the table runner together.  It isn’t as perfect as my first one but my theory is if  you are staring at a table runner long enough to notice it isn’t exactly even, you have bigger problems to worry about!

If you want exact instructions there are a ton of how-tos on Pinterest for the 10 minute table runner (Total lie by the way.  Takes longer than 10 minutes.).  I’m not sure which came first but here is one you can reference if you’d like to make your own – http://tinyurl.com/b3pnavk.

SCARFLETTE – Totally made up name for the scarf like item I made for my friend photo (5)Giovanna’s birthday.  Her birthday was actually a couple weeks ago but the scarflette wasn’t ready yet.  Her birthday card had contained an “I OWE U.”  I was able to finally finish my creation this weekend.  This is the first thing I’ve ever knitted.  EVER!  Pretty exciting.  If I am to be truthful I did cheat and used a Knifty Knitter (http://tinyurl.com/aoowesn).  Despite their lack of electricity and modern conveniences those Amish really hit it out of the park with the knitting loom and fireless fireplace.  I wonder what I could invent if I didn’t watch TV every night.  (Enjoy Morgan modeling his mommy’s gift.)

image (4)GIFT BAGS – This past week my mom send me a picture of some cute owl bags.  When I went to visit her this weekend she happily exclaimed that she had purchased brown bags so we could make the owls.  So we did!  I folded up the table runners I had made and used these cutie bags as their gift wrapping.

This original idea came from Pinterest but I can’t seem to find the original post.  You will just have to pretend there is a link here.

BRACELETS – Last year one of my Christmas presents was a cute little gizmo that let’sphoto (6) you make little round sticker like things to embellish scrapbooks, cards, etc.  I finally had time to check it out and found that I had also received a package of blank charms you could put the round sticker on.  I made my mom (http://wp.me/p159Ee-8G) and Giovanna (it was with her I OWE U so I wasn’t a total looser) both one.  They are now back in my possession as they need to be remade shorter.  Even though they don’t fit … yet, I made them so it counts for this blog!

A BIRD NEST MATERIAL HOLDER THING – Official name that I made up.  I made this for my folks anniversary.  It holds nesting material that the little (or big) birds can use to make their babies a super attractive and comfy home.  I wrote a how-to for my sister’s blog so hop like a bunny over there if you are curious how it is done – http://giveawaytrain.com/bird-nesting-craft-how-to/

Whew.  I’m in awe of my own craftiness.  It isn’t over yet.  I still have a St. Patrick’s Day table runner to make along with my very first quilt (gasp).  I’ll let you know how it goes!

 

 

Weekend Fluff Break

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I normally don’t post on the weekend but I figured you could use some fluff!  Okay … that was a bold-faced lie.  I know that Sangita’s (http://joshsang.wordpress.com/) children like posts about Riggins and I gotta give my readers what they want!  Maybe that isn’t as much of a bold-faced lie as a little white lie.  Oh well.  Either way I figured you might enjoy some Sat dog fun too.

Sit back and enjoy the escapades of Riggins and Morgan (Riggins’ BFF), Kings of Runyon (a dog park that is a hike up one of the Hollywood hills).

First to the hill!  As my east coast friends posted pictures of mounds of snow on Facebook the boys and I enjoyed a crisp morning hike in the Southern California sun:
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Next stop was my folks house for a visit.  On the freeway I turned around and found them sitting like this (yes I took a picture while driving … it was necessary to capture the moment … I’m an artist):

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Here are the two little cherubs with their best innocent faces.  In reality Morgan spent his time stealing and hoarding all of the squeaky balls and Riggins walked around whining for attention.

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What’s a post about dogs without video?  Useless I say.  Let’s fix that right now!

Morgan showing off for one of his human sisters, Shelby: 

Riggins early morning jealousy: 

Making a run for it: 

There you go!  I hope you enjoyed your fluff break.

Tea Party for Three

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20130208-193529.jpg I’m doggie-sitting Riggins’ BFF for a couple of days. Two dogs + rain = a muddy recently cleaned kitchen floor. Good thing they are cute!

HAVE A FANTASTIC WEEKEND!

1 Billion Rising

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picstitch (2)Just over a year ago I traveled to India for work.  Our offices were located just outside of Bangalore and the hotel I stayed at was just down the street.  It was pretty easy to get around.  All I had to do was get in a car that was waiting for me and go from hotel to office and back again.  That was part of my problem.  From reading this blog you know that I do a lot of outside exercise.  The back and forth from one artificial environment to the other was making me claustrophobic and just a little more than a little crazy.  At one point I’d had it and I went to the desk to ask them if it was okay if I ran up the road (it was a big loooooonnnnnngggg road) for 2  miles and back.  Just 2 miles and back.  I’m sure I’d make friends with a few street dogs along the way but dogs like me so that was cool.  “Oooooh NO ma’am,” was the answer.  It was said with such certainty and a dash of “are you off your rocker” attitude that I didn’t even question it and instead slowly shuffled off to the hotel’s tiny smelly gym.  Based on recent news stories out of India about gang rape victims I suppose I should send the hotel a gift basket.

Honestly my personal relationship with violence against women is non-existent.  I was lucky to grow up in an atmosphere where women are equal, not possessions, and sometimes even a tad bit smarter than the male sex (wink).  Still, I realize this isn’t true of all countries, of all families, and of all people.

Feb. 14th has been designated the day for one billion to rise up against violence against women ( http://www.onebillionrising.org/).  One Billion Rising is an event led by V-Day, a global activist movement to end violence against women and girls founded by Eve Ensler (author of the Vagina Monologues).  According to the web site:

picstitch“The concept of the campaign [One Billion Rising] is simple. If you take into account the statistic that 1 out of 3 women will experience violence in her lifetime, you are left with the staggering statistic that over 1 billion women on this planet will be impacted by violence. On V-Day’s 15th Anniversary, 2.14.13, we are inviting ONE BILLION women and those who love them to WALK OUT, DANCE, RISE UP, and DEMAND an end to this violence. V-Day wants the world to see our collective strength, our numbers, our solidarity across borders.”

I plan to take part in the event and would love if you would as well.  Visit the event web site to search gatherings that are happening locally.  The movement is global but if there isn’t an event close you can learn the dance to Break the Chain and jump out of your chair midday for a solo dance party! (Video of song with dance is embedded below.  You can also find a how-to video online where Debbie Allen will break it down for you.)

Woman freakin’ rock — and rock hard!

(First set of pictures is of some of my favorite ladies dancing, just because it is fun, in Bangalore.  Second set of pictures is of some of my favorite ladies dancing at Dee Dee’s bachelorette party in downtown LA.)

Don’t Sweat It

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I strongly dislike people who don’t sweat. Probably because I’m horribly jealous of them. What bliss their lives must be to not have to worry what kind of fabric covers their arm pits while I have to constantly keep in mind that the material must look the same wet as dry. I can’t even think about wearing white. Pit stains are a bitch.

When I say I sweat a lot it isn’t an exaggeration. Really. Ask anyone. I have to use my napkin to wipe my brow if I eat salsa even a tiny bit spicy. Dancing makes my hair look like it’s soaked mid-wash. Basic life activities can cause my body to cry out of every pore. Can you imagine what I’m like exercising?

I’ve read many articles about Bar Method being a “sweat less” activity. A great thing to do on your lunch break with no need for a shower post work-out. Pisses me off. Within 15 minutes of class sweat is dripping off my nose and plopping onto the carpeted studio floor.

Running. Forget about it. Drenched.

Hiking. I’m a walking salt lick for Riggins.

Swimming. Oh how I love swimming. In the pool we are all equal. No one is starring at me thinking, “wow, that freak is going to die of dehydration.” No one can tell how much I sweat. The pool is the great sweat equalizer and that makes it beautiful!

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You Talking to Me?

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photo (1)The answer to the question, “you talking to me?” is probably, “no.”  I’m usually talking to Riggins.  Given I’m with him more than any other living being this make sense.  Normally it’s not confusing since it’s just the two of us in our house.  There isn’t anyone to even question our conversations but the hill is a different story!  There are a ton of humans there to experience my crazy.

More than once I’ve managed to confuse humans by my commands to my dog.  I try to make it obvious that I’m not just walking up a giant hill and through a canyon mumbling to myself and barking out orders like a person who escaped from an insane asylum.  I keep Riggin’s leash around my waist in easy view and pat his butt or grab his tail when he walks by.  Still he is usually far enough away from me that my outbursts toward him and his behavior can cause confusion.

I have had strange looks when yelling, “come on, shake a tail feather” when Riggins is lagging behind and “hey buddy, hold your horsies” when he is too far ahead of me.  It doesn’t help that, while going downhill, he is often behind me looking for ground squirrels to gobble up and I stop, turn around to glare in his direction.  My stare often goes through other human hikers as I clap and say, “let’s go.”  Once I looked back to check on Riggins and realized a gentleman thought I was staring at him.  It took awhile to shift my focus as I was looking behind him to check on my dog.  He took a beat and then smugly nodded his head with a “yes it’s me” attitude.  I thought he was a freak until further down the hill when it hit me that he was an actor on a crime TV show, CSI or one of those.  He was still a freak but at least his actions made sense.

Once, near the top of the trail I unhooked Riggins and his good friend Morgan (a standard poodle) who was with us that day.  After walking a few steps I yelled, “COME ON BOYS.  LET’S GO” in a very theatrical voice accompanied by an appropriate arm swing and “westward ho” point.  My exclamation to the dogs happened just as I passed a gaggle of men.  They all looked at each other, shrugged, and followed me as if to say, “she said let’s go … what are we waiting for?”

Going up the spine one day a little boy with his dad was trying to make it down the toughest part.  The steep incline caused him to decide shuffling along on his butt was safest.   A human sitting down anywhere on the hill is Riggins signal that he should be in their lap getting hugs and kisses.  I’ve seen him lick the face of kids butt scooting down that hill but this kid did not seem like he’d be into it.  I growled out, “leave him alone” in a very scary commanding voice.  The dad looked at me as if I was out of my mind.  He had assumed I was talking to his son.  Can you imagine?  What freak would think it was okay to growl at another person’s son????

photoJust last week we were going up a precarious section and Riggins thought it would be okay to stop right at the top blocking my path as well as other hikers.  Exasperated I sighed, “you are in the way, move.”  A poor young woman in front of Riggins apologized profusely as she moved to the side.  I felt horrible and had to point out I was talking to the dog, not her.  Who would say that to a fellow human hiker?

Breaking this all down I wonder if I’m seen as the bully of the hill.  The bully with the oddly friendly dog.  Perhaps.  Oh well.  Everyone on the hill should just assume when I’m talking it isn’t to them!

(Picture of Riggins in flight.)

Color Me Happy

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photo (1)Last week my good friend from NY, Jen, e-mailed me to tell me the Color Run 5K  (http://thecolorrun.com/) was going to be in LA and I needed to sign up.  Jen is not a 5Ker.  In fact I once almost killed her on the hill by forcing her to go up the Spine (aka the hard way) with Riggins and me.  She still won’t let me forget it.  If Jen said she had a blast at a 5K then it must be magical!  After looking through the website it became very obvious that this was going to be more fun if I could convince others to give up their Saturday afternoon with me.  After a mass email to anyone I knew that has ever done any kind of race I managed to corral my friend Dee Dee to come along.  Dee Dee is a blast so she was the PERFECT companion for this “race.”

I’d like to take a quick time-out to give you my theory on races.  I truly dislike really competitive races and would much rather be with a group of people whose goal is that everyone finishes and has a good time doing just that.  Let the really good elite athletes take off first.  They are amazing but we are not one of them (I’m presuming a lot about you right now aren’t I?).  I’m also not part of the next wave.  Those who aren’t elite but either were in their high school days (long gone by) or just have competition running through their veins.  I think this wave of athletes is the harshest.  These are the kill counters.  I find counting your “kills” disgusting and unsportsmanlike.  Counting your kills is when you are running (or whatever-ing) and you count up each person you pass.  Now if you have to do this in your head to motivate yourself, be my guest.  Making a contest out of it and proudly proclaiming your kill number … well … it makes you a douche.  There I said it.  I feel so much better when I run by someone who has started walking and encouraged them to keep going.  It’s an anti-kill.  That’s the next wave, the middle of the packers, the anti-killers.  One of my favorite races has always been the Danskin Triathlon (http://www.danskintriathlon.net/).  Given that it is an all female race the stress is already cut back on (sorry dudes but you are a giant ball of testrosterone competitive stress).  Add the fact that all participants are encouraged to help cheer on fellow competitors and you have a chorus of “you go girl” pushing you to the finish line!  Ladies if you have ever wanted to do a triathlon do this one.  It’s a wonderful and supportive atmosphere and I bet money that you can finish and finish happy (or at least not dead).

The Color Run calls itself the “Happiest 5K on the Planet.”  Woooooooohhhh … hold on there Color Run … that’s a mighty big proclamation you are trying to sell there.  You sure you can make good on that promise?  I mean I’ve done some 5Ks where people were pretty happy.  Dee Dee and I would just have to find out for ourselves.

I was giddy with anticipation the day before as I picked up our race packets and was anxious to get to the action.  When Dee Dee showed up to my house Saturday afternoon we both eagerly agreed that we were going ballz out on this thing.  Get mega colored or gophotohome was our motto.  There is something freeing about doing a non-timed 5K that consists of you running, walking, skipping and dancing around the Dodger’s stadium parking lot while volunteers happily throw colored powder at you.  Using our sunglasses as a shield we would gleefully run up to anyone with color demanding to be hit with it while twirlingphoto (10) around like lunatics.  Total blast!  Dee Dee was nice enough to alert me when my teeth were an unnatural un-white color.  Apparently I smiled a lot while getting doused.

At the end of the “race” (it’s a race in so much as there is a start and finish line) we headed down to the party pit where every ten minutes or so everyone in the audience threw color up in the air all at once.  After coughing our way through a cloud of happiness we headed off to our own end of the race party … at a local bar.  You’d be amazed how easily you forget you are covered head to toe in color until someone asks you about it.  Between a beer and delicious caramel and bacon covered popcorn (oh yah — you heard that right) I’d look over at Dee Dee and think, “I totally forgot we look like weirdos right now.”  Weird and happy!  Just the way I like it!Image-1

I dare say the color run is … The Happiest 5K on the Planet!

Riggins – Cuddle Dog Therapist

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(I’ve posted before about Riggins successful attempts to sneak into my bed.  To catch up you can read this original post – https://wendyandriggins.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/just-call-him-mr-sneaky/). 

It’s riggins bedcommonly known that a dog will try to make his/her human feel better and will want to be next to him/her during unhappiness and sickness.  A quick double click-through Yahoo! News will uncover a handful of stories of a dog refusing to leave the bed/grave/home of a sick master.  Sniff.  How much do you love dogs?  With all your heart?  I thought so.

As I’ve mentioned before 2012 was a tough year for me and therefore murder on Riggins sleeping behavior.  First of all, I found myself stuck in a horrible depression (https://wendyandriggins.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/the-best-medicine/) and Riggins felt like he needed to comfort me whenever possible.  Then I managed to give myself a concussion, and Riggins and I spent our day and nights laying together in my bed listening to podcasts (The way to get over a concussion is do nothing.  No TV, no reading, no working, no computer.  Can you imagine the boredom?  Good thing my brain wasn’t working right and I had Riggins as a friend willing to take a life time-out with me!  The only thing you are supposed to do is look for signs of a stroke.  Since Riggins isn’t the best companion for this job every once in a while I’d smile and touch my face to make sure both sides of my mouth were curved up).  During 2012 I had back to back mammograms that showed a mass so had to get a biopsy.  A boob with a hole in it added to that scariness as we waited for the biopsy results.  During this time I slept in a sports bra, for support, and Riggins HAD to lay up against me so I could feel his fur on my back, which both of us found comforting.  At the end of last year/beginning of 2013 I managed to almost poison myself.  Not on purpose.  Turns out if your neck gets swollen and it’s hard to move, you have trouble breathing, get a rash all over your body, and every part of you aches it is because you are allergic to the antibiotic you are taking.  Due to the holidays I didn’t get to the doctor to figure this out until I only had one pill left.  Oops.  Not only was I really sick I was very scared.  Riggins cuddled closer.  Finally, Riggins spent 1/2 of 2012 with his grandparents while I traveled.  Just like any good grandchild he knows how to work it and managed to find himself sleeping face to face with my dad in the master bedroom as my mom was kicked out and forced to find slumber in the guest bedroom. 

Riggins had a lot to deal with!  His master was a mental and physical basket case and he had become even more spoiled!  This had led him to be both super-duper needy and super-duper supportive.

Now as things slowly get back to normal he will fall asleep in whatever room I’m in.  While I was working that was the bed in the office.  Now it’s the living room sofa.  I go to bed, read, and have a few hours to myself before there is a dog nose in my face.  Wanting him, to be, and being used to him being, my emotional rock (and be a source of warmth — it’s been a cold winter) I’ll flip over to the other side of the bed and let him up.  He demands that the covers be pulled back before he gets into bed.  He takes his job as a security blanket very seriously and has upped his game during the year of trauma.  Now he HAS to be touching me.  His circle circle flop requires him to flop on top of me to make sure he is as close as possible.  More than once he has caught me off guard and I’m awoken by a giant weight being dropped on me taking away my breath for a moment.  Sometimes he decides that he needs to use the area between my hip bone and stomach as a pillow.  I do not see how this is a comfortable spot at all but he is happy with it.

riggins bed 2There use to be a really easy way to get him off the bed if you didn’t want him on it.  All you had to do was tackle him with an all encompassing hug.  He could lay on  you but you weren’t allowed to smother him.  It would lead to him huffing off and back to one of his original beds in another room.  Not anymore!  In fact he seems to want to be full body hugged.  No matter how much you drap on him he just soaks it up and wants more. 

I realize to get a good nights sleep you should keep all distractions away from your bedroom and bed.  This includes animals.  Still I’ve been so happy to have Riggin’s comfort and support this past year I can’t find it in myself to make him get down and out.  Nor do I want to!  I guess we are both spoiled.

 

Mommy and Me

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photo (9)My mom’s birthday was last week and my sister sent her two tickets for a concert at the Disney Concert Hall (plus wine reception).  Luckily for me my dad doesn’t drink wine and doesn’t listen to concert music.  During the time I took piano, when I was young, he was known to duck out after my performance and walk home vs. having to sit through the rest of the recital.  That left a ticket for me!

Now to be honest I’m not big on fancy concert music either but was sold on the idea of a wine reception.  Plus I’d never been in the Disney Concert Hall theatre before and I was thrilled to have the opportunity to check it out.  (I am intimately familiar with the buliding’s parking lot and cafeteria as that is the lot you park in for jury duty in downtown LA and the cafeteria serves wine — I was part of a jury for a case that lasted a month.  Parking and drinking were both necessary.)

My poor mom hit heavy traffic coming into the city so we had a little less than 1/2 an hour of drinking time.  No worries, I was able to toss back a couple of glasses with the speed of a thirsty camel.  We also did some great people watching and took notice of who was and wasn’t holding their wine glass correctly (https://wendyandriggins.wordpress.com/2013/01/28/mind-your-manners/ — Now I realize in the picture below I am not holding that darn glass correctly.  In my defense seconds earlier I was balancing our tickets in that hand, along with the wine plus trying to coordinate taking a picture with my iPhone so my goal was to stabilize everything as much as possible.  Do you buy that?)

The theatre itself is super fancy.  My mom and I immediately felt like we were becoming more cultured just by sitting there.  I managed to pay attention through the first half of the first half and then my mind started to drift.  I needed some dancers or something to keep me engaged.  Instead I became obsessed with the giant organ at the back of the theatre.  At least I assume it was an organ.  My mom and I agree it was so that’s good enough for me.  The theatre is sort of “in the round.”  Meaning audience can sit on all four sides of the stage.  For this performance the seats on the back side of the theatre were blocked off along with those on the extreme sides.  The beautiful organ was sitting at the back of this wasteland staring at me.  I needed someone to play it.  It took all my will not to find a way down there to press on those keys.  That didn’t stop me from figuring out a plan. 

I could go down to the second floor (were the stage is -we were sitting in the mezzanine on the fourth floor) then scurry down the aisle, jump up on the stage (I figured it was about the same height as pushing yourself out of a swimming pool and I can manage that.) then army crawling up stage left (that meant the musicians would have to struggle around their instruments to get to me if they were so inclined), then scurry up the steps by the invisible back wall audience, run to the organ, leap over the leapable railing holding the organ back from the public, and start playing!

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I could make my way down to the third floor and enter the theatre from the side where only 1/2 the seats were full, make my way casually up stage to the empty seats, jump over the railing onto the stairs for the back wall invisible audience, scurry up just a few steps, run to the organ, jump over the railing and start playing!

Both options seemed totally doable if I chose to throw away all the culture I’d soaked up and become a crinimal organ player!photo (8)

In between my scheming I did enjoy more music and had lots of time to try to figure out how it was that only the pianist had to turn music pages while those string instrument fellas and gals managed to play a 2 hour concert with no page turning.  Magic.  Obviously.

Happy birthday Mom!