Sunday, February 24, 2013

Hawaiian Luau Kable!

This is my latest in the Kable Collection!

Completely hand made, Kable is ready for the Luau in this raffia hula skirt, with upcycled keyboard key top, and Czech glass and flower lei.

Here is a better view of her top with the lei removed.

The Hawaiian Luau version is not wired to light up, but Unicorn Guy is.  

Hawaiian Luau Robot Kable on Etsy
Unicorn Guy Robot on Etsy

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Steam Punk Pigtails - Yarn Wig for Cats!

Getting the kitties fancy for the party tonight.
I knit a kitty skull cap with ear holes and attached the yarn hair to the knit hat. It ties underneath to stay on. 

Monday, February 4, 2013

Mom Lulz

 Being a Mom has been the most interesting experience . . . Scratch that.  Being a Mom has been a series of the most interesting, terrifying, humorous, and wonderful moments of my life.

"Mom, I had the worst day ever!" 
"How could you have the worst day ever when you have koala ears?"

"Mom! Why are you laughing? I am doing it right ya know!"

Why wouldn't a mustache accessorize with this tutu?

"No spiders allowed, huh?" 
"Yeah! I don't want spiders to go in my house."
 "Well it will certainly keep out all the spiders that can read."
 "Can spiders read?"


2012 Color Run Ypsilanti, MI

Unbridled joy.

"No Baby, you can't have a Latin Kings, Bunny. Our neighborhood is mostly Bloods."

Best Gift Ever!

Wyatt Earp and her Mom 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

African Violets - A Love Story

A few years back, I fell in love with this gorgeous guy that really loved his violets.  He would water them just so, trim this, fertilize that.  He was so proud of any new blooms.  He'd show them off every time I came over and there was some tiny new thing.  I never remembered what they looked like before, but I loved when he told me.  It was adorkable.  I enjoyed the dichotomy between brutish strong guy side, working on cars, hands beaten up and rough and the gentleness, propagating violets in his spare time. 

Well the poor guy got thrips and we had to sit down and cut the blooms off each of his violets. He was so sad.  I went to Meijer and found some scrapbook stickers that looked pretty similar to violets.  I put them on little sticks and shoved them in the dirt.  Of course he protested on the principle of being a male recipient of overpriced, cutesy, flower stickers.  Even if he didn't admit it at the time, he liked it. He'd smile whenever he looked over at his violet table.  

I said we should chuck them and buy new violets and judging by his reaction you might have thought I'd suggested purchasing a new family when you got tired of the old one.  He made his best incredulous face and waved me off.  He gets so excited about his violets I used to joke they were his kids.  I'd refer to his daughters Violet, Violet and Violet.  Well here we are two years later. He nursed them all back to health and this is the best bloom we have had. He has convinced them all to bloom simultaneously despite constant cat attacks.

He gets especially excited when they sparkle.