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HaPpY VaLEnTiNe's DAy!

Tour Guide Barbie is "IN"...

I promised you all a long time ago that I would take you on a tour of the other rooms (all two of them) in our condo.

So, here are a few shots of the first room: My bedroom.

Which I cleaned just for you, by the way.

Our headboard is (was) an ugly metal piece that I slipcovered in a wheat colored linen because I couldn't stand looking at it anymore. I like how it turned out...

 Especially since it took about 5 minutes to make and cost about twenty bucks.

The ruffle throw is from Macy's.

The white quilt was an ebay find and I got this one for--get this--one measly dollar!

Seriously, the find of the decade.

Even if it did cost me $25 in shipping to get it here.

So worth it.

(I'm kinda falling in love with white quilts...I'll show you a project made out of them soon).

The black and cream ticking bedskirt is from Nest...my favorite store on Maui (one of these days I'll take you on a tour there...you'll die...it's so great!)

And I love this ruffle pillow from Pier One.

It's sweet, soft, and creamy...

All of a sudden I'm hungry.

Weird.

And just look at all these lovely ladies in their wool bathing suits.

(I think I feel an itch coming on...)

This is a view looking into our bathroom from our bedroom.

Which...has no door.

 So I hung a curtain.

(Look on the left).

My garbage can with the burlap liner with an old brooch (featured in a previous post) resides in my bedroom as well.

Hands down, favorite candle.

Japanese Quince.

Whatever that is.

Courtesy of Bella Bloom, a great little florist here on the island.

This little number is actually a kitchen island that I turned into my studio table so that I could have a little space to create stuff. 

Pretty stuff.

And in a corner resides a basket where I store the fabrics that I hope to turn into said pretty stuff someday.

A ribbon jar (crammed with ribbon) sits on top of my kitchen island-turned-studio-table.

A petite little slipcovered chair. 

Seriously petite.

Oh yes, and finally, 

my favorite part...

bikes hanging from the ceiling in the middle of my bedroom.

Did I mention that I have no garage?

Subtlety is not his strong suit.

Gee...I wonder what Stockton wants...

Our (I mean, the boys) first bodyboarding/surfing competition.

The "dudes" waiting for the comp to begin.

Aren't they cute handsome?

Waxing the surfboard.

Very important if you want to stay on.

Ozzi getting some advice from his veteran surfing friend, Mack.

Ozzi getting "shacked".

Monkey see.

Monkey do.

Laird, Jr.

My sweet friend, Jenn, with Michael, another friend, in the background.

Owwwwwieeeeee...a rash...

 Why rashguards were invented.

Ozzi made it through to the semi-finals and ended with a fourth place finish.

Way to go guys.

I have a disorder.

It's called  Creative Schizophrenia.

And I've got it bad.

Some people think that I am a clean, organized type of person, which is sort of true, some of the time...but when I'm creating, all that type A personality stuff goes right out the window. 

I have discovered that I simply CANNOT work on one project at a time.

I flit from one project to another, stirring up a whirlwind of mess from one side of my studio 

(um, bedroom) to the other.

Personally, I like to think of it as a  beautiful disaster.

But then in the background, I hear my husband's voice,

"Help! Somebody call a doctor.

I've fallen into a pile of glitter and I can't get up!"

Teeheehee...

Christmas creations, part one...

It's after Christmas, I know, but I thought I'd share a few things that I worked on for the holidays.

 My girlfriend Lorraine and I organized a handmade ornament exchange party that we held at another girlfriend's house (Liz, bless her heart) in early December.

Let me just say, sooooooo much fun.

Loved seeing all of the creative ideas the ladies came up with.

And the food was delicious.

Of course.

These little numbers were fashioned after my friend Kathy's idea that I stole borrowed.

She owns Chic Antiques in Bellevue, Idaho.

Stop in if you're ever in the neighborhood...you will not regret it. 

Just be prepared to spend a load--she's got great taste, that one.

I made 18 of these little dress ornaments, all a little different.

I just love Christmas.

The perfect excuse to create with abandon...

Creative diversion...frum me to you...

I've been missing my Senecca.

So after wallowing in the testosterone-infused man-cave for the last two months, 

I decided it was time for a little creative diversion to take my mind off her absence.

And since my favorite thing in the whole world is to give gifts, 

and her favorite thing is to get gifts...

my little "care package" project worked out for both of us.

I thought it should include something distinctly "mom" about it. 

And in our home, that means art, food, or both.

  

So I started by making a word garland for her, using items that I had laying around my studio, er, dresser, like scraps of fabric, ribbon, buttons, paper and string.

I found this great quote a while ago and decided it would be perfect.

 "Art washes from the soul, the dust of everyday life."

Sweet sentiment, no?

Her care package included the quote garland, a felt brush holder for her paintbrushes, and a set of notecards so that she would have no excuse to not write to me...

...and my favorite part:

shells "frum" Stocky to his big sister...

 (We love our phonetic spellers around here.)

 ... then I remembered that I wanted to send her a cd of family photos
 that we had taken this summer, so I added that too.

Once it was all together, in it went. 

 Box, tissue, then off to the post office.

Oh yes, and some jam-filled cookies that I burned especially for her.

Sorry, no photo. They were tasty, not pretty.

Sigh...

That was fun.

Who's next?