greetingarts

tea time

 
I finished up all 10 teacups and saucers and delivered them to the school's receptionist yesterday.  An improvement over my original, but I think next time (if I get another order for these next year) I may play around with the cup shaping.  Something more flared at the top might be cute, like an upside down bell shape?  Overall, I'm happy with the way these turned out, though, especially those teabag tags.

Jessie was quite dismayed when she saw me packing them up.  "What?!" she proclaimed indignantly, hands on hips.  "All that work and I have... NOTHING?!"

That's right, honey, I'm sorry. 

But Mommy's got a check to take to the bank...

no spam for Easter

I got a great big heaping helping of spam last Friday.  This one was a doozy.  I'm so sorry if you got my "teary-eyed message from a hotel in London." I can assure you I wasn't there and I didn't get mugged.  If I had, I would not send emails to every. single. one. of my contacts asking for money to be wired to me.  Of course, I was irritated when I first heard about the spam, but I figured, oh well, that's okay, I'll just send an email to my contact list telling them sorry and to ignore the previous message.  But when I got home and accessed my account, I found that I had nothing there.  No saved emails that I was going to get back to later, no archived and categorized messages of things I'd been keeping for the past 15+ years, and no contacts.  Not a single solitary one.  Those effing spammers cleaned out my entire account.  I'm trying to get the contacts restored via Yahoo!, but so far no response.  Needless to say, I am through with Yahoo.  I've set up a new gmail account, you can send me an email by clicking on the link in the top left sidebar.  You can now contact me at greetingarts (at) gmail (dot) com.  And please do, that way I'll have your email addresses again.  I lost everything, even my own parents' email info!  Luckily I remember my sister's...

Anyway.  That was my whole Friday... and Saturday...

But on Sunday we had Easter fun. 

 
I made a few Easter Peeps pins, one was given to Rebecca's teacher on Friday, and some were for the kiddos.  I used the template found here, just reduced it way down so that it was a little less than 2" tall.

 
I attached a miniature one onto a hair tie, so Jessie could wear it as a bracelet.

 
I knit up some tiny baby bunnies (we call them mini dust bunnies) and put them in a few Easter eggs.  The rest had erasers or jellybeans.  We went to Grandma and Grandpa's house, invited a bunch of the relatives, had an egg hunt, dyed eggs (32!), decorated cookies, and ate a lot.  Like a lot a lot.  Very nice afternoon. 

Now it's back to dealing with the spam.

happy birthday, baby

 
I brought some treats for Jessica's classmates this afternoon, Play-Doh fancied up to look like cupcakes.  I first saw the general idea here, but instead of covering the labels with scrapbooking paper (which I would have to measure and cut to length, then adhere), I simply used decorative cupcake liners (which seem to multiply in my pantry even though I haven't bought any in years).

 
 And since I had a ton of crepe paper roses lying around from last year's teacher appreciation day, taking up valuable craft space, I just snipped the heads off, used my trusty mini glue gun and stuck them directly onto the Play-Doh lids. 

 
Now, I can switch gears and get ready for Easter next Sunday if I can just shake this darn cold I've got, and, more importantly, keep the kiddos from catching anything from me.

 
Happy birthday, Jessica, my baby.  I can't wait to see what every day of being six means for you.

making the cut

A wonderful woman from my knitting guild passed away a couple of weeks ago.  It was a shock to me, even though she'd been undergoing chemo for a while.  It was a sad, stunning piece of information on top of a pretty bad, tiring week.

 
I wanted to do something, make a change.  This is me before.

 
And this is me after.  10 inches of hair donated to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths, in Lynne's name.  And then Jessica wanted hair just like mama's, so she decided to chop hers, too.

 
She had nearly 9 inches.

 
Her cut seemed much more drastic than mine, but it suits her quite well.  Her little sassy personality.

 
She's way cuter than I am, but I can live with that.