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Sunday
14Feb2010

Seamus' big boy naptime blankie

M, our daycare provider, told me last week that since she was getting more full-time applicants for the home daycare Seamus attends, that she’d like us to give up our spot. In return, she’d offer us a spot in the preschool she opened last fall. Seamus could do two morning sessions and two afternon sessions per week, mimicking our current schedule but requiring a three o’clock pick-up instead of our usual four/four-thirty. Unlike our current arrangement, we would pay set fee every month that comes in at eighty dollars less than the lowest amount we’ll pay her in a given month. She offered us a trial day last Thursday, and we’d bring in the usual items for him, plus a blanket for naptime and a sippy cup, both of which we usually leave at daycare. Both of which we in fact did leave at daycare.

So after some talk with Patrick I called her and said we’d try it, then realized that we didn’t have a spare blanket. Come to think of it, the blanket he was using (a hand me down from one of my cousins) was probably getting a little small.

“Seamus, honey, I need to tell you something. Tomorrow you’re going to try a big kid school for the day. Dada and I will take you, and your friends N and D will be there.”

“No N, no D.” Contrarian.

“Big kid school okay? You need a blankie for school and I thought we could pick out some fabric and make you one. Okay?”

“Okay.”

When Seamus was a baby I’d seen carseat blankets that had minky fabric on one side and cool quilting cotton on the other side. So that was my main inspiration. I’m also in the process of making Seamus new bedding, so this would be a good test of my plain sewing and my Bernette’s ability to handle thicker fabric.

At our local fabric/crap store, there were some great fabrics, none of which we chose. Seamus wanted pink, which I have no problem with, but by the time we got to our pink minky he was less interested in browsing than I’d like, so I snagged a green pattern, some thread and binding tape, and off we went.

Minky, cotton backing, and quilt bnding. Not seen: the feather boa and the buttons for future Montessori activities.I hucked everything into the wash and while Seamus ignored his nap I went through a few projects on the Purl Bee to get a sense of how I wanted to pull this off. After bedtime I ironed the cotton and decided I’d go for a 40-inch by 40-inch sqare, and that I would use the quilt binding. Not including laundry time, it took me three hours.

The finished project in the light of day. I suck at binding.

It’s not bad. Clumsy, but the two sides behave like a blanket and don’t separate or do anything unexpected.I learned that I want to sew on our dining table and not my little table for projects like this, and that the bedding project will employ my friend J’s vintage Kenmore, which can handle zipper installations in leather, so it’s tough enough. At some point I’ll want to make a travel-size version of this blanket, but for now I’m pleased that I’ve finally made Seamus a blankie.

Monday
08Feb2010

Seamus' play kitchen

Sometime around Seamus’ birthday, he got a little interested in kitchen happenings. He’s helped me unload the dishwasher, and he’s been Patrick’s helper from time to time, This was an huge improvement from the usual climbing into the oven irregardless of it’s on/off status, so I thought a play kitchen would make a great addition to his toys, boosting his imaginary play and perhaps introducing more practical skills. The problem was that we didn’t know if we would be here, and I didn’t want to give him a big present that he’d have to give up shortly afterward. I wasn’t sure we had enough room in his current spece, either, and it turns out that anything I got him had to max out at 32 inches in width. Everything we liked was a bit too big. I started looking for older kitchens or tabletop models, and I found this pattern for building my own on Etsy. We still had the bike box from my Xtracycle, which was the needed strength, so DIY it was.

It was intimidating - I can’t draw a straight line to save my life, and I didn’t have a great place to work. I took it slowly, measured twice, cut once, aaaand. Well.

 

On the plus side it resembles our crashed in stove-top. But really, FAIL FAIL FAIL. Seamus doesn’t seem to mind, though:

Checking it all out.Making dinner?

 While he was at daycare, I added the burners and knobs, and furnished it with his play food and some doodads I’d picked up and pulled out of our kitchen inventory:

Furnished with a timer and a “dishtowel” from Cost Plus, some old utensils, empty packages, and so on.I still need to make the sink skirt, but it’s looking much better filled in. My hope is he’ll play with it till it falls apart, and then either upgrade the toy or incorporate him into cooking projects regularly.



Saturday
02Jan2010

Why I dork about with DIY

I’m not good with my hands. As a child, I tied my shoes in sloppy rabbit-ear bows, and couldn’t figure out verbal directions for braiding hair. I figured it out after reading directions in a child’s dictionary at nine, staring at both the illustration and the back of my Barbie’s head as I wrapped and twisted a lumpy plait. Learning to knit, sew, or crochet by listening to my mom’s instructions led to split and tangled yarn and thread, knots and mangled stitches. So I figured it wasn’t what I was good at and went back to bookworm-dom, which continued without interruption until a few years ago, when I started looking for gifts for new homes, new babes, and was turned off by what I found. A friend taught me to crochet in college, so I poked around for a book and started to make dishrags and pet blankets and finally baby blankets and small kimono sweaters for toddlers.

And then there were other things I wanted to make. So I’m learning as I go. I’m still clumsy, and even when I measure twice and cut once, things don’t always meet up. I keep at it, because the sewing and crocheting and occasional knitting gives me a solid product at the end of my work that I do not get from my days of child-wrangling, cooking, and toilet-scrubbing. Because once I figure out a placket or an armhole, I’ve made something unique and hopefully enjoyable for the recipent.

Crafting politicizes in quiet ways. If I’m recycling materials, then I’m greening and taking some  anti-capitalistic stance. I’m being frugal. But I’m also awash in privilege when I start a project. It takes time to learn each of these skills, money for tools and materials and resources. I hope to eventually make clothing for my family, but let’s face it, that’s a lot of yarn and fabric from now, and it won’t all come second-hand. Never mind that I’ve got the time to learn these things because I’m a SAHM. So there’s a nice squooshy grey area surrounding the work. Some days I poke at it, and others I just sew or crochet or knit.

I’ll documenting projects as I go - whether they work out or not.