Smelling Bracelet Attempt #2

Smelling Bracelet Attempt #2

A few seasons ago there was a boy on our oldest sons soccer team who always wore bracelets.  Each practice and game he would show up wearing a new one.  He’d start playing and then end up tossing his bracelet to me because he forgot to take it off. Since I ended up holding his bracelets so often I got to look at a variety of what he said were cool bracelets that everybody wears. Some of these were made out of paracord with a clip as the fastener.

So when I attempted to make another smelling bracelet for my son, thoughts of this boy's bracelets came to mind.  It occurred to me that a clip would be much easier to take on and off our youngest wrists.  So I started doing some research on how to make these bracelets.  I soon learned the reason this boy was able to make so many different bracelets; there are a lot of different braids, knots and weaves that can be used for constructing these bracelets.  I eventually narrowed it down to one style of knot because of how it laid flat (a cobra weave) I thought it would not irritate his wrist.  I did find a good tutorial by: survivalist911 on you tube, called Easy Paracord Bracelet Tutorial  https://youtu.be/UKSGg2IuCLI . There were many other pretty options out there but for my son it being pretty would have been a bad thing.

After I had made the bracelets I then rubbed my body wash along the bracelets and let them dry. Once they had dried I brought them to our son.  He was really excited because he liked the color. They fit him wonderfully but when he put them up to his nose to smell them he said it smelled bad. He really, really didn’t like the smell. I was quite confused at first. I thought for sure that it was my body wash that he liked smelling when he takes my arm to smell. So I took the bracelets off his wrists and I went back to the old drawing board.

Atopic Dermatitis Safe Necklace

Strings and Baubles

The first time I heard the term atopic dermatitis was when my sister was a teenager and I was in my freshman year of college.  I had come home for a break and my sister had just been diagnosed.  For years I had seen my sister break out in these crazy painful looking rashes around her neck, ears, and wrists etc.  Her skin would look cracked and would bleed. Even worse it looked like I could pull chunks of her skin off if I tried. I can only imagine how much it actually hurt.  I am sure it was even more frustrating that she had a diagnosis but it still took a long time to figure out all of the triggers.  She has to be very careful with anything that touches skin, even for what I would consider fleeting moments.  This level of allergic reaction I can now understand on a different level since I have a son with food allergies that could kill him in minutes.  I still don’t think I understand in the same way as the one who has to deal with the allergy.  I won’t ever know what it’s like to not be able to eat something I want or wear something I like because it could kill or disfigure my body.  However, I am aware that this is a struggle for some.

 So what do you do if you have an allergy that is severe? You really have very few options.  You can change so you don’t kill, disfigure, or put yourself in extreme pain all the time.  Or you don’t and you must deal with the consequences.  I wouldn’t really consider that much of a choice. To be blunt, I think it sucks.  There is nothing I can do to make it better. No magic potion to drink or spell like in Harry Potter to get rid of these allergies for my loved ones.  So I make the choice I can make; I adjust how I interact with them.  It’s not discrimination its consideration.

So when I considered my sisters allergies, which I still don’t have completely mastered (YET), I thought about how I really wanted to make her a steam punk inspired necklace last year.  However, a lot of those components are things she is allergic to.  I could try to paint some clear barriers on top of the metal but then I am left wondering; is she going to break out from the coating, what if the coating rubs off, what if I don’t paint it thick enough?  It seemed too great a risk to take with her skin. You know you have given a really lame present when it literally causes them pain. At least when it’s not the: I laughed so hard my face, and stomach hurts and I nearly peed my pants pain, I am ok with that kind of pain.

 

So I started thinking about what components are safe. Plastic seems to be safe and a thread I have that is designed for crocheting dollies.  Crocheted dollies, now that’s a funny picture in connection with that sister.  I apologize, side tangent.  Which lead me to think, where can I find plastic gears??? And things along those lines.  I tried to pull things apart as I thought about it to see what was inside.  I often guessed wrong. I did find some very interesting shapes sometimes on the inside that were plastic but not a lot of plastic gears.

 

In the end I took the plastic I found and added little bits and bobs to it with the dollie thread.  (Sorry I don’t know the real name of that kind of thread.)  Slowly adding layers of things till it look right to me, which I never fully reached..In the end I knew it was missing one component to make it perfect and I couldn’t figure out what it was.  I was stuck.  So I tried to listen to the Holy Ghost to see if He could prompt me on what I was missing.  The answer I got was frustrating and yet I was still grateful for it.  “You don’t have the part that you can tell is missing. You will not be able to finish it” After that I got that answer I sighed and accepted that it would have to be the best I could do.  And after a few minutes of thought, I smiled; I will have to just keep trying.

A Bag for Book/s

A Bag for Book/s

It was my bother birthday, the one who at times reminds me of “The Swedish Chef” from The Muppets Show.  A whole lot of fun in the kitchen and a little crazy in the best sense.  Last year I made him an apron and I don’t want to pigeon hole him. He is not just a great cook.  So it left me wondering what I can make for him that is really useful.  My mind kept circling around. What is something that I can make that he might actually be able to make his life a better???? I was thinking about the different aspects of his life that I know about and for a while I had nothing.  It was like my mind was saying “uuuuhhhh I don’t know.” with that single phrase on a loop.  

Finally I thought about how much he cares about books, he carries almost everywhere.   It’s not unusual to see him with a book tucked under his arm when he is walking somewhere.  Sometimes at family gatherings (which are not quiet) he is sitting in a chair reading until he decides he wants to engage in conversation.  He is not being anti-social or sticking his nose in the air because he doesn’t want to talk with such underdeveloped minds, no, that’s not it, it’s just a good book.  My brother craves something good to read like pregnant woman crave food.  Both get slightly cranky if they don’t get what they want after a whileJ

When my mind started circling around how much he loves to read. I started thinking about his attitude about the care of book.  I have found in talking to anyone who likes to read a lot there are very different ideas about what shows that a book is well loved.  Some people think it’s a sin to doggy ear a page, others use toilet paper as a book mark (you can guess why that would happen); still others don’t even want the spines to look cracked.  I even know some people who buy two copies of the same book; one in paperback for lots of reading and one hardback to sit on the shelf and look pretty as they slowly complete their collection.  I am sure most people who love to read have their quirks.

One trait that I think most people have in common is that they would cry in alarm if their book got wet.  The letters might run, the pages might stick, or if you tried to still read the pages might fall to shreds.  Then there is the worst nightmare of all, I am not done with the story, aaaaahhhhh!!!(I will include what I do when this happens to me at the bottom)

So I was picturing my brother walking around with his book tucked under his arm and it started to rain.  Now if it was a paperback book this might be mostly protected under his arm.  However, if this was a book that he was waiting a long time for then he might buy it in hardback because he was not going to wait any longer to find out what happen.  Hardbacks do not conveniently fit under the shelter of your arm.  I started to picture this bothering my brother and there was the problem maybe I could solve.

When designing I tried to think about the material, design, and size above all.

Material-To really help in wet weather the “book” bag would need to be as waterproof as I could make it.  All my initial thoughts on fabrics were plastic or vinyl and those fabric are way to girly for this brother.  I didn’t want him to have to decide between protecting his book and looking like a man with a purse.  So I decided on leather.  However I placed the most water resistant side right around the book, so that it would have to really saturate his bag before it got to his book

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   Design-It would need to be simple with clean lines as I think he only likes crazy in the button up shirts he wears and his cooking.  Again, I didn’t want it to feel like a purse by having a lot of fancy embellishments.  Although I did allow myself the luxury of using a book binding stitch to sew it together with as a nod to his interest in books

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Size-Lastly it would need to not be too large, if it was too large or a pain to carry around then he definitely would not use it.   So took what I think is his favorite book series and used that as a template for scale. I made it just large enough to hold one of these books.  I also made the straps so that it could hang on a hook when not in use so it would not be on the ground but could adjust to go around his shoulders like a back pack if he chose.

 

In the end I am not sure if it solved the problem that I was envisioning, if it really works for him.  I hope so, if not “back to the old drawing board” Wylie Coyote Super Genius

When I book I am reading gets wet I carefully put a pieces of wax paper in between each sheet of paper until all of the wet sections air dries.  Next I pull out all the wax paper. Then I take a sheet of paper and place it on top of the wrinkled paper. Starting at the farthest in the story and I gently iron on a low setting the first page gently pressing and flattening out the paper as much as possible.  I repeat this until all the pages that have had water damage have been ironed. Then I place a very heavy book or a lot of heavy book on top of the whole closed book.  I leave the book like this for at least three days.  The book is more flat than it was when it was after it first dried out.  However it is not the same as a non water damaged book but the book can reasonably be read now.

"Born to Burn!" Eruptor Hat

"Born to Burn!" Eruptor Hat

My oldest son loves the Skylanders game. He loves the characters, story-lines, and villain, the evvviiilll Kaos.  My husband and I even like watching him play since it’s really comical.  However, there is for right now not a lot of gear for kids who like the game.  I am sure this is only a matter of time but the makers of the game have a serious problem doing this when you have sooo many character options(which is great for game play).  On top of that I am sure it would be hard to figure out which characters to pick to merchandise.  If you pick one character and not another, what happens to the kid who liked the one that was not picked? They get left out.  It’s a challenge I am sure.

So when my sons’ birthday was coming up I asked him what he wanted and he said” Can you make me an Eruptor hat?” My response was we’ll see” So after he was out of the room I started doing what I always do, research.  At the time there was no visual information for me to use, not on Etsy, Ebay, Amazon that I could find.  Now I am not blaming these companies, if the product isn’t there it’s not there.  

So I looked for good pictures of the character.  There were quite a few to look at which was great!  I then tried to dissect Eruptor, I thought if I were to create him in layers what would be the lowest level and how would I build him up from there.  It was a really challenging project.  I would crochet something and it wouldn’t look right so I would redo it, and redo it, and redo it. The artists who drew Eruptor did a great job with all the detail they put into him.  I kept wanting to be able to paint him to get the blending right. However that level of blending is hard to crochet. In the end I am not sure if I am completely happy with the results.  However, he likes it and that is really what matters.

The Genius of the Granny Squares

The Genius of the Granny Square

While in a doctor’s office waiting room I was sitting, crocheting and thinking.  I have been working on this afghan for over a year, grabbing a few minutes here and a few minutes there.  When an “elderly” lady sitting in a chair across the lobby from me asks “Is that a Granny Square?”  I answered “Yes, I have been working on it for a while. Usually when I am waiting for something or someone.”   She then proceeds to tell me about how her mother used to crochet.  “She would take the scraps that are left over and she would make a blanket.  You know it’s not really a Granny Square if it’s not made from scraps.”  This comment made me smile since I was able to reply that “It is made from scraps.”

   

Now I don’t know if that is a true statement, that to be a true granny square it needs to be made from scraps.  A Granny Squares is the first thing I was taught by a friend in high school.  I just always assumed it was the name of the stitch.  I have been thinking about this ladies comment “You know it’s not really a granny square if it’s not made from scraps.”  Maybe the name of this square has more meaning behind it than the name of a pattern.  It could also be talking about an “old timers habit” of using what you had, not wasting, just being clever.  The first thought that comes to my mind when I look at Afghans that my Grandmother made is not, “that sure is a lot of scraps”.  No, my first thought is how beautiful it is, then I start analyzing the color combinations, contrasts in colors, all the movement the piece of art that is an afghan demands I do.

In thinking back on those same Afghans, knowing they are made of scraps, I thought for a second, does it make them less beautiful? My answer is no.  My grandma had to be more creative with her placement. To me that makes her more skillful because she had to use scarce resources to make what she needed.  She still managed to make it look beautiful and functional.  That’s a devious mastermind is what I think.

In making my daughters afghan I was trying to follow this same example.  Using what I had to make what was needed and trying to make it beautiful at the same time.  A Granny Square is hard working, frugal, sturdy and beautiful just like Grandmothers.  I really think the name fits.

Dice Bag

+ 5 Bag of Awesomeness

It can be fun to make up words.  Sometimes my children come up with their own words and definitions.  When they get in one of these moods the end result 90% of the time is them rolling on the floor laughing while they hold their tummies because it hurts so much.  Occasionally I participate in the practice of making up my own word for something because there is not a word that sufficiently describes what I am discussing.  Which usually results in my husband looking at me with humor in his eyes as he questions if that is a real word?  For example, the word awesomeness, it’s a really fun word to use that is not a real word.  I however, did not come up with that brilliant word, it was a friend of mine but I really enjoy using it when I am feeling silly.

Last month this same friend of mine who I first heard of the word awesomeness from asked me to make a dice bag for her brother.  Her brother likes to play table top games that require dice.  She had already gotten him this really funny t-shirt that read” "My name is Inigo Montoya, you rolled a 10, prepare to die.”  Which I thought was hilarious since its taking part of a quote from one of my top 10 favorite movies The Princess Bride.  However, this friend has a tendency towards genericity so she wanted to do more for her brother.  So she asked me if I could make her brother a dice bag to go with the shirt.  After she tossed around a couple of phrases she decided on + 5 bag of Awesomeness. 

It was a neat experience to have my friend there as I was creating it.  She was able to tell what size bag she wanted, what fabric she wanted for the outside and liner of the bag, text size, text placement on the bag, confirmation of the color selections for the embroidery, and approval of the  font style I had created  (I went through a couple of tries before I was happy).  I knew as I was creating it that it was what she wanted for her brother.  Now I probably could have made some general guesses as to all of those things.  However, while I have heard stories about this brother I don’t not know him. So picking out these embellishments would have been challenging. She did say that he liked it so I think that is great that they both got what they wanted.

“At least you have your Health”

“At least you have your Health”

This phrase “At least you have your Health” is another statement I heard often growing up. I usually heard this statement when listening to adults talk about all the bad things going on in their life.  I used to wonder why a person being healthy was so important that it made whatever was going wrong not as bad if they were healthy.  From my perspective as a child that seemed like something that was always there; like the sun coming up every morning, the moon coming up at night and the crickets chirping loudly when I was trying to fall asleep at night.  Now that I am older I can see what all those adults I was listening to meant when they said “at least you have your health”.

My oldest daughter recently got a cold, or what I thought was a cold, she ran a fever, coughed and was really tired. I thought oh it’s just a bug from school, so we will push fluids and rest and she will be better in a few days.  My mental attitude was that it was no big deal and at first I was right.  She was sick, she pushed fluids and rested and her fever broke so I thought she was better. 

A couple of days later she was acting sick again and this time her breathing was really labored.  So I gave her a rescue in hailer treatment and kept an eye on her.  We went to the park after that and she climbed on a bridge of the playground equipment and she just laid down. Now I was starting to get really concerned.  When we got home she was still having trouble breathing except now her whole chest, stomach and shoulders were moving as she was breathing.   Big warning bells starting going off in my head and I hurriedly finished dinner and got my other children off to bed.  I took her in to the hospital and shortly after we arrived her ability to breathe on her own at acceptable levels stopped.  The  nurses put her on oxygen, gave her steroids to open up her lungs and lots of breathing treatments and she was still having a hard time maintaining an acceptable breathing level.  At one point she was at running between 87-88 on 3 liters of oxygen and they were giving her breathing treatments as often as the medicine would allow.

At the time I stuffed down my own emotions about her having such a hard time breathing.  My daughter was already scared and me processing my own fear would not have help, my emotions read across my face like text printed on a page.  It is now about a week and a half later and I can take the time to process my feelings.  They are not complicated, fear and sadness. Our oldest is like the sun for our family, she always finds a way to cheer up her siblings if they are sad.  Making others happy is what makes her happy.  She is just one of those people.  Our family wouldn't be whole without her with us.  I do know that she would still be part of our family if she had passed away but it still would have hurt like crazy.   Who knows maybe my imagination is overactive but to me it’s not complicated, if you stop breathing you die.

Fortunately that did not happen.  On the floor in the hospital she was staying on, all the kids were sick with the same virus and on isolation.  I would see other parents when she was better walking with their kids and the portable oxygen tanks like us and the nurses told us that our kid was doing the best on the floor which made me wonder just how bad the others kids were.  It felt like the nurses were in her room literally every thirty minutes adjusting her oxygen or doing something to help her. I really have no complaints, the nurses and doctors took great care of her and she is home now.  She still gets tired and takes naps which she didn’t do before but she is home with us and going back to school which makes her happy.

In hind sight I have been really ungrateful for the good health that I have enjoyed my entire life.  I know that my good health is a blessing from God that not everyone enjoys.  Not even in my own family and I can now see why that is such a great gift and blessing to have your health.  I am still tired at the end of the day but I really have no room to complain.  I have the things I really need.

  

Sketching in the Hospital together(Princess necessities provided by family:))

Then she fell asleep.