I Made Things In January

I am not a big resolution maker but I did do a bit a soul-searching at the end of 2017 and thought a lot about what I wanted 2018 to look like.

I’d taken a step back from paid work last year. I worked quite a bit the year before and I’d found that I just didn’t have enough time to work part-time hours (even from home) and still be an adequate mother with time to take care of myself.

I still work on small manageable projects as they come up and for the most part, I’m satisfied with the way things are going. I still needed a small goal though to fill that void that I used to get from being employed. Now, don’t get me wrong here, I’m not saying what I’m doing now is not work. Let me tell you, spending the better part of my day with a two-year-old is more frustrating and exhausting than any paid position I’ve ever held. Toddlers, as it turns out, are demanding, often ungrateful and sometimes cruel. I just need something to make me feel good about myself after having my spirit broken by my three-foot high tyrant on a daily basis (she’s so freakin’ cute though and I just love her to bits!)

I’d spent a lot of time in my craft room around the holidays and I was reminded of how happy I am when I’m making things. So, my goal for 2018 is to make more stuff.

I have also added an extra challenge to go along with this goal though – I have to use things I already have in my craft room. I can’t buy new supplies unless I need something to complete a project. For example, I can buy thread, but not fabric to start something new. This should keep me busy for the next year because I have a lot. Like seriously, a lot and my craft room is a disaste because of it.

This is a crappy iPad photo I took back in September of my shame. To be honest, it’s always looked a bit like this and I really wish it didn’t. I’ve actually made some headway in cleaning it up but it still looks like a scene from a show about compulsive hoarding.

There are countless unfinished projects in here, along with some toys that need repair and documents to be shredded. See that screen hung up on the wall? It isn’t even usable because the speakers are buried under a mound of stuff and the remote has been missing for two years.

I got off to a great start. Here’s what I made in January.

Car Seat Poncho

This is the second car seat cape I’ve made for Little B. Current safety guidelines suggest not putting children in their car seat wearing snowsuits because the bulkiness prevents them from being strapped in tight enough. These are recommended for the car for cold days. Unfortunately, she would rather asphyxiate herself trying to get it off while I’m driving, than wear it. We’ve had to settle for a thin winter coat instead, while this one will probably get donated with our old clothes by the end of the season. I tried.

Bowl Covers

We never buy plastic wrap. I usually just use containers with lids or when a lid isn’t available, I just cover a bowl with a plate or something flat and round. I had some beeswax left over from a project a while ago and an endless supply of fabric scraps, so I used this tutorial from House of Hawthornes to make reusable covers for my bowls.

Doll dress

I loved my dolls when I was a kid and I probably played with mine well past the age where it was appropriate. Little B prefers her stuffed animals right now and it’s too soon to tell if they’ll interest her in the future but that isn’t stopping me from getting a jump start on making doll clothes. This is a wrap dress made with a pattern of my own design.

Linen Tunic

This is a free pattern from Purl Soho. I’ve made a few other projects from their website and the instructions are really clear and easy to follow. This top can be whipped up in a few hours.

Unfortunately, the gathering looks too poofy on my narrow shoulders and the straight cut of the bodice really emphasizes my spare tire. It looks great on my dress form but it’s just not a great style for me at all. I’m going to try another one of their tunic patterns this month though.

What are you making these days?

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What I’ve Read This Winter (So Far)


Juliet Naked – Nick Hornby

This was classic Nick Hornby – dimwitted man-children and the women who waste their lives with them. It was laughing out loud funny at times and is a gentle reminder of how different the myths and legends versus reality can really be.

Turbo Twenty-Three – Janet Evanovich

This is the 23rd (obviously) installment of the Stephanie Plum series.

At this point I’m reading this series for the same reason I watched the last few seasons of How I Met Your Mother – I’m invested in the characters and I need to know how it plays out even though the shark has been jumped. This one was pretty decent though, I even laughed out loud a few times.

Worn Stories – Emily Spivack

This is a collection of short stories either written or narrated by notable people about a memorable article of clothing. I loved the idea of this more than the actual stories.

I was initially intrigued for two reasons. First, because I loved Love, Loss and What I Wore and I expected the stories to be along that line, and second because John Hodgeman and Greta Gerwig were listed as contributors. Many other the others were in the fashion industry though, which seemed a bit too easy. I would have loved to hear sartorial stories from people outside of that field.

Night Film – Marisha Pessl

Night Film is a suspenseful story that centers around a journalist who embarks on a strange investigation when the daughter of a reclusive and controversial filmmaker commits suicide. The journalist and the filmmaker had a complicated history that drives the story.

I can’t decide how I feel about this one. There were a lot of tropes that made me almost roll my eyes at times, yet I had a lot of trouble putting it down. There was also the innovative concept of the Night Film Decoder where you were supposed to use an app to unlock additional information but I found it too distracting and skipped most of it.

Funny Girl – Nick Hornby

The story chronicles the rise and fall of a fictional 1960s British comedy – mainly focused on the show’s female lead who had come to London from northern England to become the next Lucille Ball.

The characters seemed a bit one dimensional but it was still a lot of fun – I would definitely recommend this as a beach read.

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What I Read This Fall

Technically, we still have another month left of autumn, but here southern Ontario it’s beginning to look a lot like winter. We’ve had a light dusting of snow and the Christmas tree is up, so I’m just going to declare the season over and tell you what I’ve read over the last few months.

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern

The Night Circus is yet another novel that my book club talked about many years ago but I didn’t get around to finishing at the time. I recall some of my friends giving it a glowing review at back then.

The night circus was a travelling production created by a wealthy eccentric that served as a venue for a high stakes competition between two illusionists pitted against each other by their respective mentors. It begins in the Victorian era and it’s operation is fueled by various supernatural forces. It is unclear what initially spurned the rivalry between the mentors and throughout most of the story it’s not even known what was at stake for dueling magicians until the players (*rolls eyes*) fell in love.

While I enjoyed the writing, the story itself really left me wanting. There were too many questions left unanswered for me. The white magic concept was far too abstract for my pragmatic brain. The beautiful imagery and interesting characters did keep me reading, but at the end of the day, this book just wasn’t my genre.

An Audience of Chairs, Joan Clark

For the life of me, I cannot recall why I bought this book. It’s been unread on my Kindle for as long as I can remember. I would love to thank whoever recommended it though because I really enjoyed it.

Moranna MacKenzie was beautiful and talented as a young woman, but when this story begins she was middle-aged and known in her community as Mad Mory. She lived in near squalor in a Cape Breton farmhouse where she supported herself as an artist catering to the region’s tourists. Having been abandoned decades before by her husband and young children after a breakdown, she was supported by her patient boyfriend, her long-suffering brother, and a few understanding people in her community.

On the surface, Moranna was an insufferable person, but understanding her mood disorder made her a character deserving of empathy. This novel was just heartbreaking and a reminder about the complexity of mental illness and the way we deal with those who are affected.

Alys, Always, Harriet Lane

I’m not sure what to make of this one, I can’t quite decide if I liked it or not. This was another old book club selection.

On her way home to London after a visit to her parent’s house in a small seaside town, Francis stops her car and comes to the aid of a woman who’d been in a fatal accident on a dark roadside. The woman is trapped in her car so she is unable to do anything but call for emergency assistance but she ends up being the last person to speak to the woman, who turns out to be the wife of a famous author. By the request of the family, she agrees to meet with the family of the deceased to help give them closure. She soon realizes that her new connection can give her leverage both socially and professionally.

It’s a quick read, which is good because there is not much story to tell. It’s more of a character study of Francis, who becomes increasingly unlikable the more you get to know her and her motives. She’s not exactly a diabolical mastermind – just a bit of a douche. I think if I was better tuned into the British class divide, this story would have had a greater impact on me, but it didn’t entirely appeal to my Canadian sensibilities.

We Need to Talk About Kevin, Lionel Shriver

This book is a horror story for mothers.

That’s the simplest way to describe it. It probably ranks equally to Rosemary’s Baby in this respect, except there is an element of modern realism that the Sue Klebolds of this world can attest to.

The book is made up of a series of letters from a woman to her husband in the aftermath of a school shooting perpetrated by their son, Kevin. Throughout the novel she recounts their lives up to that point, looking for absolution, or at the very least, an answer to what went wrong.

The letters were often written between her visits to the juvenile detention facility where she dutifully visited Kevin despite his animosity and it didn’t take long to predict the plot twist in the story. I assume this was intentional as it added to the sense of foreboding as the narrative leads up to the tragedy.

Word of caution: if you are a woman of a certain age and are still on the fence about having kids – skip this one. It was a truly disturbing and heartbreaking look at parenthood but nonetheless, a book that was really hard to put down.

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