Why not bring the blossoms inside? I just LOVE these adorable handmade paper cherry blossoms by Martha Stewart. See the tutorial here.
6/2/11
5/23/11
Teacher Gifts!
If you're like me, you are frantically in need of a teacher gift this week. I researched online for a few ideas and then put this together. It is a S'more Kit for your favorite teacher with the title WE NEED S'MORE TEACHERS LIKE YOU!
I put in a clear cellophane bag:
4 Marshmallows
8 Graham Cracker Halves
4 Mini Hershey Bars
2 Skewer Sticks
Tea Light
Then I printed off the label and Directions as a 4X6 Photo and had it printed. Then I folded it over the top and stapled and put it in a cute Target $1 Tin. I also made other versions for coaches "We need S'more coaches like you, Fathers Day, "We need S'more Grandpas like you", "We need S'more Dads like you"....you get the idea...I made a few different labels so you can use these as any gift.
Click below to Enlarge and Upload. Either Print off or Upload to Walgreens or a Photo Place to be printed as a Photo.
5/20/11
Kid Food Inspiration
I don't know about you, but I'm always looking for ways to get my kids to eat healthier. I love the KRAFT FOODS website and I picked up some inspiration from them.
This is what I've learned-escpecially with BOYS: They will eat anything better if it's on a skewer...aka "a sword." I've done tomatoes and cheese, fruit, and even chicken or fish nuggets like the picture.
Try it. They will love the sense of adventure it brings!
5/16/11
Personalized Binky
If you would like your own vinyl to put on a binky, you can e-mail me at Tamiroxie@hotmail.com. I can make 3 names for $6.
5/9/11
flower pot
First of all, I am sorry I didn't get this posted sooner, but I didn't get them done until Saturday night. But, you could use this idea for a birthday gift or spring project. I gave these to the mothers/grandmas for Mother's day with grandchildren's photos in the middle.
FLOWERS were cut out using Sizzix
Photos were cut out using circle Sizzix
They are attached with tape to the back of large and small skewer sticks
They are poked into green foam
I then covered the foam with mossy grass
I also inked the flowers
This was a fun project and great for kids to help with!
5/6/11
The Invisible Mother
I love this anology of Motherhood. I think it would be cute to print this off with a book about Cathedrals or something similar. Or this by itself is great.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
Invisible Mothers
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
5/3/11
Pink Birthday Party
I wanted to share some ideas from my little girl's 1st birthday party we celebrated this last weekend.
Some ideas include:
Fresh spring flowers {albertsons}
Photos hung on a ribbon for display
Jars filled with sweet treats
Banner with birthday girl's name {enjoyed making this a lot!}
Pink cupcakes with "A's" and "1's" {paper matched banner}
Pink and white polka dot balloons {big impact for small $}
Pink lemonade {to match decor of course}
Pink tissue balls {see tutorial on sidebar}
More photos on ribbon and jars
Pink party dress {old navy}
Pink personalized chair {pottery barn}
Birthday hat {zurchers}
Miniature crown {adorable but didn't stay on very well}
Photo book documenting 1st year for guests to look at {also for me to look back and cry at how fast she grew}
More pink flowers {this one was my fave}
Princess wands for the kiddos {even the boys loved these}
Pink bucket {also her Easter basket}
Invitation {accordian style designed by Chantri Keele}
It was a super fun day! Even though I know Miss Ava won't remember this party, I hope she will always feel how much she is
LOVED.
4/29/11
toddler color learning
My two year old son needed some help learning colors, so I decided to make something tangible that he could hold and feel while memorizing their color. I grabbed little odds and ends (pictured above) and put them in individual baggies. He gets to open a bag and get out all the green and notice the different shades, and lay them all out, and then put them back in the bag. He did so well with this, and learned them pretty fast. You'll be surprised at all the little colored things you have lying around. My favorite is the army men since they come in three shades of green.
4/22/11
Sock Monkey Baby Shower
Last month we had a Sock Monkey Baby Shower for my cute sister in law. I thought it turned out great. Here's some pics.
The Table (Balloons from Macys)
The Cupcakes
The Candy Jars filled with Kit Kats, Twix, Peppermints and Licorice Nibs.
The Banner
The Table (Balloons from Macys)
The Banner
4/15/11
Spring Plate
This was a fun project. It is a $2 Spring Plate from Walmart in their seasonal sectional with the Spring Vinyl. (If you would like to make one, I can make you the vinyl for $5. Email Tamiroxie@hotmail.com to order.)
4/11/11
quick sewing projects
Here are a couple of my latest sewing projects. Nothing too exciting but I LOVE this fabric! I found it at Hobby Lobby. I just made a basic valance curtain for my living room, and added this ruffle to a dish towel for my kitchen. Click here to see Tami's cute dish towel that inspired mine. 
4/8/11
Vintage Recipes
4/2/11
eggy craft
Using scrapbook paper and ribbon, I made this fun little egg decor. I used my Cricut to cut out the egg shapes, and letters to spell out 'happy easter.' I inked the edges of the eggs and hole punched two holes in each one to attach them together with ribbon. I added little flowers and bunny ears to some.
3/31/11
Embroidered Stuffed Animals
My kids are in love with stuffed animals. My daughter wanted to make her own. So, this is what we came up with. Instead of just sewing one for them, I decided to teach them how to embroider. My son really wanted to learn too. This is what we did.
First they drew a simple picture of what they wanted.
Then we traced it onto Muslin Fabric with a pencil.
Then they started to Embroider (with a LOT of help they finally got the hang of it)
Afterwards, we got some fabric and cut around the animal. I sewed right sides together leaving a small hole and we stuffed it with cotton. Then I stitched up the hole. Not so adorable but the fact that it is stitched by them is priceless. (It would also be cute to frame a picture on fabric that was embroidered by your kids)
First they drew a simple picture of what they wanted.
Then we traced it onto Muslin Fabric with a pencil.
Afterwards, we got some fabric and cut around the animal. I sewed right sides together leaving a small hole and we stuffed it with cotton. Then I stitched up the hole. Not so adorable but the fact that it is stitched by them is priceless. (It would also be cute to frame a picture on fabric that was embroidered by your kids)
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