Wednesday, December 30, 2009
This painting thing is kind of overwhelming. I'm not even doing any work, but choosing these colours is quite the workout. I thought I had it down. Summer Lime in the dining room/living room and butter in the kitchen, but I went to look at it today and for one it seems that they are both the same colour. I am quite happy with the two bedrooms upstairs which are an avocado green and a sort of sky blue. (background for a future castle to be painted by my friend Aimee after she gives birth to her third child. I know Dusty might be waiting a while) So, do I put another coat of summer lime on only to decide that it's too limey or do I chicken out and pick something more subdued. I've never been like this before. I've always painted our places orange and bright green and fuschias. Is this what happens at middle age. Have I become a neutral lover? Help? Anybody out there have some advice. I know there are hungry children in the world. This is ridiculous. I better start making hats again. Maybe I have too much time on my hands.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Only nine more days left of winter vacation. Not that I'm counting or anything like that. For some reason the french school has an extra two days of break. Well, maybe I do have a bit of cabin fever. It looks similar to PMS. On Sunday I realized I had not been outdoors in 48 hours and it was not a pretty picture. So, I gathered up the troops and drove the five minutes it takes to get to the ocean. The amazing thing was that as soon as Dusty got out of the car he leaped and bounded like a little animal, yelping with pure joy. In hat land, Our plasterer/friend brought his daughter Rebbeca over with her friend Kylie to look at hats. Someone sure new how to work Daddy. She even managed to get a headband for her buddy. In fairness to Russell, it's pretty hard to fight this kind of adorableness. I'm also posting a photo of one of my plaid Olivias for my sister in law, Amy and a special order for one of my best store, Beauchapeau, in Niagara on the Lake.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
My days have been filled with joyful uselessness. I had big plans of painting our new house, but every time I was just about to head over there it seemed crucial that I make a felted pumpkin or something like that. Dusty and I and my friend Katja with her daughter Lilly spent a day making gingerbread houses from scratch. It seemed like a really simple concept. My other friend Aimee tried to convince me to just buy a kit with all the pieces cut out, but I tend to be ambitious. The project began in the morning with a trip to the candy store. The children were armed with plastic scoops and attacked the bulk bins with fervor. When we got home with all of our ingredients we began to mix the dough. As Dusty poured in the first cup of flour he asked if he could decorate the house yet. I should have clued in at that point, but we were still relatively fresh. Once the dough is made it needs to be refrigerated for atleast an hour. Feed the kids, break up a couple of fights, clean up the flour from the floor. Then it's time to roll the dough and cut out the shapes. I downloaded some templates from the internet. If any of you read this and decide they would like to try this at home with their kids despite my warning, try a square house and not rectangular. We cut out the shapes and baked them. So far so good. By the time we got the pieces out of the oven it was about 4 o'clock and we had two five year olds who had used up all their patience. Now we are trying to give them snacks, help them roll out the leftover dough to make cookies, while finding places for the twelve parts of the 2 houses to cool off. Through out there are constant pleas to decorate the house which hasn't even been built yet. Because of the stretched attention spans I decided it was probably O.K to assemble the houses even though the parts weren't completely cooled down. After mixing 6 egg whites and 9 cups of powdered sugar we had a glue that would hold together any gingerbread house or anything else it might come in contact with. I put the glue in the pasty squeezy thingy and found there was no way to make it come out of that little hole, instead it seemed to only come out the top opening. After several attempts we ditched it and just used out hands. After assembling all the walls we began to put the roof on. Here's where things headed south. The big rectangular roof pieces were just too much for the fragile rectangular house and the whole thing started to cave in. At this point I yelled, Toooonnnyyyy! Seeing as he's a woodworker I figured he could rescue this operation. I should mention that this was Katja and Lilly's house. Not really an accident on my part to let them go first. After several failed attempts we had to remove the roof from their house. Fortunately, Lilly, who is definitely the easy going one of the two children announced that she didn't want a roof. It did have some charm and looked a little like a medieval castle ruin. Thinking that we had learned from our mistakes we began assembling our house. I guess we really didn't know what our mistakes were, so we basically just repeated them. While Katja's house was an example of convex ours was an example of concave and despite our attempt to prop the thing up with olive oil bottles, spoons, and orange juice cartons we had to abort our mission and take the thing apart. We put the pieces back on the rack and decided to let them dry for another day. On day two I reassembled the house, solo this time, but as soon as that blasted roof went on it began to fail. I valiantly tried to keep the thing upright by holding it in place with my hand for over an hour, but when I began to imagine Dusty's reaction to me destroying the whole house because I was adamant that this blasted thing would have a roof I conceded and took the roof down again. On day three I was able to put the roof pieces on. I got to take a picture (not a very good one) and ten minutes later Dusty wanted to break off the first piece to eat. Next year I buy the kit. Thanks for trying to worn me, Aimee, but some people just need to make their own mistakes.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Today was the perfect ending to a wonderful hat season. The Hubbards Market was super busy and I sold lots of hats. It was beyond cold in that beautiful barn, but people came out to support their local market. I'm a terrible chicken when it comes to driving in the snow, so when I woke at 5 this morning to find the world covered in snow I really wanted to hide under the covers. But all went well. I do have more grey hairs from the drive, but at this point it doesn't make much difference. Now I get to look forward to playing with new designs and some really awesome new fabric. I also get to paint our new house and make curtains. Hopefully I won't have to get back in the car till the spring. Thanks to all my great customers for your support. I couldn't do this without you. Happy Hatting, Anna
Thursday, December 10, 2009
This is the time of year where I have all these things to do, but I find I can't quite focus on them. I just find myself wanting to make new pretty things for next season. This is my new headband fascinator. Her name is Olivia. I have a few posted up on my etsy site. She has no practical functionality whatsoever, other than to beautify to world. I'll be at the Hubbards market this Saturday from 8-12. Come meet Olivia and me too.