Pretty & Happy:
I've been doing some knitting with super-exciting, beautiful Noro yarn. It's Japanese and expensive, but the pattern called for it and when I saw it in the yarn store, I couldn't resist it. I bought it for the hat I made for myself, but I had (more than) enough left over to make a stocking cap for Noah. He's not a huge fan of it (*sigh*), but he does like to play with it. It's a little big, so he can actually pull it down over his entire face, which cracks him up.
Yesterday was the first real rainy day for the season - it rained all day and it was pretty chilly, so it was the perfect day to wear my hat for the first time. So much fun!
I think they're funny little Halloweenish guys now that they're done, but this was one of those crafts that simply frustrated the living daylights out of me. It sounds so easy - you just use masking tape to tape off faces on glass jars, then you paint them with orange acrylic paint. Let them dry, remove the tape, stick in a tealight, and done.
Easy enough, I thought. (Famous last
Next, I needed to tape off the jars. Which... took another hour. And then I put 15 minutes on the timer, told Noah not to leave his room until the timer went off, and laid down in bed to recover from all that unforeseen work.
Then, Noah painted jars for FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was it. *sigh*
So, in retrospect: I should have stopped the label-removal-craziness and asked google how to do it right. I'm sure there's trick. And obviously, the craft wasn't really age-appropriate for a three-year-old - I wish I'd thought that part through.
Now - if I were to do this again, I'd just have Noah paint the jars orange and then paint the faces on with black paint later. Or mod-podge tissue paper onto the jars, which would eliminate the spottiness issues we had with the paint.
We got home from our vacation (in a rented minivan) to this. Bummer. My dad coached me through driving at a snail's pace to the gas station, then filled up the tire for me so we could go to the grocery store to fill the post-vacation void in the fridge. The next day, my parents, Noah, and I spent five long hours at Sears and in the mall (killing time while we waited). They were supposed to find and fix the leak (it's part of our warranty), but they couldn't find it and then they pointed out that the front tires were worn dangerously low (and unevenly), so we ended up buying four new tires and having the alignment adjusted. It was lengthy and expensive, but I actually learned a lot about tires. It was exactly the sort of decision I would have stayed out of had I had the choice, but when I realized I had to be the wo-man of the hour, I lived up to the challenge and actually felt sort of empowered. And the difference in driving the car was actually amazing, which surprised me.
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