Metaphoric Poem by Mark

This is poem my son Mark wrote for an English assignment.  

Warning: Get your tissues out, it is pretty darn sweet.

My Family Tree

By:Mark Hoog

My Family is like a tree.

My mom keeps us upright and healthy.

Like the roots of the tree she provides us with food and the necessary resources we need to grow.

My dad is the crisp brown bark of the tree.

Like a shield he protects us from harm and takes the brunt of the storm.

My brother is the deep dark gnarled hole in the tree.

The one that holds many secrets and treasures but no one is sure how it came to be or how to access it.

My sister is the leaf that dances, swirls and sways in the swish of the breeze.

The leaf that exhibits the full beauty of the tree yet, easily is damaged when the storm gets to strong.

I am the trunk under the bark that holds the tree up right and helps support the tree when the bark is missing. I am there, always there, to help the tree.

Bags of fun?

The Wedding Of The Year is fast approaching.  I am burning the midnight oil finishing up a few last minute projects.  I have 2 pairs of pants to hem still and quite a bit of  packing to do.  However, I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Inspired buy a wedding I was at once,  I decided to make the bridesmaids little handbags for the wedding.   It wasn't until I was knee deep in fabric circles that I realized there are 7 bridesmaids!  I must have been having a small stroke at the time I made this decision.  Fortunately it was a very easy sewing project compared to the dresses.  I finished up the bags yesterday!  WooHoo!

I made these 7 bags out of the leftover dress fabric and lining.  I added twisted rope handles, one on each side of the bag.  I didn't get real fancy with the embellishments.  I added a bow and a melted ribbon rose for each bag.

Emma decided that the bags also served a dual purpose of acting as a nightcap when opened and inverted.

What a ham.

Baby Birds

All of this talk about learning to fly must have inspired our eggs to hatch.  Everyday Mark insists on doing the watering of this particular hanging basket.  He wants to make sure that the momma bird is safe and that the nest doesn't get wet. (He is such a care giver!) Wasn't he surprised this afternoon when he discovered that three of the eggs had hatched!  I have to say they are pretty ugly when they hatch.

Sorry for the cruddy pictures.  I didn't want to get too close.
Right now the babies are all pink and mostly featherless, with dark blue orbs on tiny heads. I still haven't been able to get a good look at momma bird to identify her.  She does have this peculiar habit of diving out of the hanging basket straight for the ground when we get to close.  Just when you think she is going to go SPLAT. she pulls out of the dive and flies away.  Maybe now that her eggs have hatched she will be so sleep deprived I'll be able to catch her unaware.

Teacher Gifts

Wow!  Is just me or did this school year FLY by! My kids have only 7 days of school left!  With that said.  I cannot believe I didn't start the teacher gifts before this week!  I know it shouldn't surprise me.  I have been a procrastinator for years, yet it somehow still amazes me that I am doing things at the last minute.

After Saturdays Etsy party, which in case you wondered went well, I picked up my rotary cutter and went to work.  I decided I needed to make this little 'basket'.  You can find the tutorial here.

This basket is for Emma's teacher.  She hands out Smarties when ever the kids have tests.  (Makes them smarterer)  I am having all of the little 3rd graders write their names in the large white space encircling the bag.

This basket is for Jack's ELA (english, language arts) teacher.

The little froggie print actually said, "leap into reading." prior to being hacked into little 2 inch strips.  In hindsight perhaps it would have been a good idea to make large strips.  Perhaps then one would be able to actually READ it.  But, I did have a really good reason for making the white strips wider.  Jack's class will be signing the white blocks on the last day of class.  Even though they are in 5th grade for the most part their handwriting is still rather large.

These little baskets are made from a tutorial found on the pink penguin.  I have used this pattern before and it turns out very cute.  The only problem is the basket is a little floppy.  This time I added a thick interfacing to the lining of the basket.

Unfortunately, this concludes my teacher making gifts. Everyone else is getting purchased gifts.

For the Birds

Just last week, I was out making my morning flower pot watering rounds, when out of nowhere a small brown bird shot out of the hanging basket.  Well, after I had recovered from the aerial raid, I snuck up on a stool to investigate.

Sure enough, there was a small little nest smack dab in the middle of my petunias, with 5 small grey speckled eggs sitting quietly inside.  I'll admit at first I was a little worried that all of the noise and chaos that goes on around my house would scare the momma bird away.  However, it seems nothing we do outside bothers momma enough to  leave.

Tonight, as I spent the evening forcing quadratic equations down my sons throat, my thoughts drifted back to momma bird.  As we factored polynomials and solved for x, y and z, I found myself thinking how much my current situation resembled the bird in my own backyard.  I sat and chewed and ground Algebra I to a pulp, helping my son to digest every little equation he could possibly come across.  Oh! How I wanted to get up and fly away!  But no matter how many times I heard, "I'll never use this in real life." or how many text messages interrupted our study session, I sat there on my little bird.

I wonder does momma bird ever just want to get up off of her eggs and take off?  Is she grateful for the noise and the chance to escape her instinctual solitary confinement? Given a pair of coordinates can she calculate the slope of the line that bisects those points?

I'll be the first to admit, he probably will never need to solve or graph a quadratic equation on a daily basis.  I like to think, that while he will never need the actual math equation, that I am equipping him with skills, problem solving techniques that will assist him in the "real world."

As parents we hope and pray we are doing what is right for our children.  We sit on them.  We force all matter of things down there throats.  And they fight back and poo all over our nests.  Is it instinct or survival?  My husband and I have an ongoing joke about our parenting skills.  We get through the frustrating times by telling ourselves,"If our kids are going to need therapy anyway when they grow up.  At least we can make it worth their dollar."

In the end Mark and I fought, argued and pushed each other's buttons.  I went for a walk.  He went to bed without his cell phone.  Have I given him enough to help him pass his End of Course Exam?  Have I given him too much? Will this be just another of the therapy sessions he is forced to pay for when he is older?

 I hate being the "bad"guy.  As I walked around the neighborhood, I realized I am neither "bad or good."  I have given my little bird all that I have in the hopes he is prepared to face the world. I also realize that I face the same conundrum facing momma bird.  How do I know when they are ready to fly solo? Sometimes, like the momma bird, you have to get up and leave, hoping that you have given your little bird all that they need to fly.

The aftermath.

I have to say, it could be worse.  The largest portion of the storm is now over and the damage is minimal.  The quilts have been mailed out and the batting has been depleted.  Now starts the clean-up.  I fear what I will find when I do finally vacuum up all of the stray threads covering my floor, my work table and myself.
Here are a few designs I worked on throughout the storm.

This weekend I am hosting the Columbia's Famously Hot Etsy Team Spring Cleaning Event. (wow that is a mouthful)  This will be our first Event outside of a holiday  party.  We will be selling/bartering many of our "extra" crafting supplies to one another.  Hopefully I can get everything cleaned up, priced and ready to be displayed by Saturday morning!  Wish me luck.

The Quilting Storm

*WARNING*

There has been an Local Quilting Storm Warning issued by the local NQWS.(National Quilting Weather Service)  

At 5 pm local time the NQWS indicated a Quilting Storm Capable of using 2-3 spools of thread per week as well as large quantities of batting.  This storm was located by Doppler radar 11 miles west of Lexington and moving as fast as she could through a large pile of accumulated quilts.

The severe Quilting Storm was last seen producing large free motion quilting flowers and swirls. This storm could produce pantographs at any time.  Caution is advised. This storm will impact the communications in and around Lexington.

This is a potentially addictive storm.  If you are in its path... prepare immediately for lack of breakfast foods and laundry.  Large quantities of coffee are needed to survive this storm.

People outside should move to a shelter... far, far away from the storm.  The potential for this storm to grow is high.

Stay tuned to this blog for the latest information.