For a little while now, I've been trying to up my game when it comes…
Procrastination Projects
I don’t know about you, but I am the Queen of Procrastination. Truly. I have so much that I should be doing (book deadline looming, another book deadline right on the heels of that one plus I had a 3-book romance series proposal accepted by my publisher–those’ll come out next year–so really starting to work on those would be good to get to sooner than later. That’s just writing stuff–lots of house cleaning stuff that should be getting done as well) in the time I have when the kids aren’t demanding immediate attention. But it starts to get overwhelming. And when that happens…I feel the urge to do something crafty.
Sadly, the Internet feeds my crafty need quite well. One site in particular. Do you know Shiny Happy World? If you’re sewing-crafty, don’t click that link. There’s entirely too much temptation contained therein. And her patterns are so reasonable and easy to follow and the finished projects delightful.
So anyway, in a rather bizarre train of events (older son lost his first tooth, I mentioned I’d make him a tooth fairy pillow, he wondered if he could have a tooth fairy stuffed animal instead, I poked around and showed him some ideas, we ended up at Shiny Happy World and he pitched the idea of a pillow but somehow I ended up with a pattern for a stuffed animal anyway) I purchased Franklin the Fat Cat with the intention of putting a tooth pillow on his tummy. Well, the trip to the fabric store didn’t happen immediately and the tooth was collected and I had dismissed the cat from my mind, but my older boy continued to remind me. (“Did you make my cat yet? Can we go get the fabric for my cat?”)
Thus transpired a trip to the fabric store where we procured enough cuddle fleece for two cats (can’t make one for one boy without making one for the other) and I put cat construction on my to-do list. I started his, then set it aside to be productive, then Saturday he was out with my husband all day and I was feeling like I’d done enough productive things and so I finished off the cat and set it on the kitchen counter where he’d see it when they got home.
The squeal of joy when he got home did my heart good. And really, other than cuddle fleece being evil to sew (but oh, so soft and delicious to squeeze) it wasn’t a challenging pattern to put together. Of course the next day, the younger boy saw it and squealed “CAT! MeowMEOW! My Cat?” The last as he looked around for a second one. I hoped that maybe they could share for a bit, but…that worked out about as well as you’d expect. And so this afternoon, I put this guy together.
When the little one got up from his nap he was quite delighted that his MeowMeow was ready and the two boys dragged said cats around by their tails for the rest of the day (when they weren’t getting squeezed.)
I think I did a better job stuffing the second – it’s much more snuggly. I may have to do a little surgery on the older boy’s cat – though he’s happy, so perhaps it’s best to leave well enough alone.
And in hunting up the links to the site and the pattern, I found this. Those feet! Those toes! I’m going to have to make one. Or two. Part of me wonders if I have enough left over fabric from the cats (I bought 1/2 yard of each color as instructed but used maybe 1/2 of that.) He’s going to have to wait ’til after the first writing deadline though.
How do you procrastinate?
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Just out of curiosity, your kids believe in the tooth fairy but not Santa Claus?
Ha š seems like that, but no – any talk of the tooth fairy from his perspective was “I know you’re the tooth fairy, but…” so no, he totally knows it’s us. I have less trouble “playing” tooth fairy though (when compared to Santa) because it’s not trying to replace something that should be Christ-focused. (I’m not sure my kids have even heard of the Easter Bunny – because Easter, like Christmas, is totally about Jesus around here. they do get treats, but as a reminder ofmGod’s gift to us. Period.) Losing teeth, on the other hand, is just a rite of passage into the world of big kids and I do think it should be celebrated, so he got a dollar coin and he said thank you the next morning because he knew it was from us.