All butterflies start out as tiny round fat caterpillars, eating and chomping their way through the difficulties of early life. They then enter stasis, and somehow, through a science-y process, emerge as sweet innocent, quite energetic, super caterpillars with wings and a preference for all things sweet.
Then from the drizzly grey Seattle morning, she reappeared, as quickly and quietly as she disappeared months before. She was like that. March and April had been full of wonder and discovery, but they were also harsh, unsympathetic to her moods or whims. But May: May was full of promise. May was full of spring and sun and flowers, warm and inviting. And here is what she made:
The challenge: 31 days to complete a spring clean of the home. Some tasks large, some small so that if something time consuming comes up, there are some littler tasks to wrestle. You wouldn’t happen to want to join the challenge yourself, would you? Who am I kidding, of course you would. Here you go, free of charge, of course. My gift to you for being amazing and inspiring readers.
Will you be spring cleaning this year, or do you consider it an empty goal, something you’ll start then abandon, like cliche resolutions? Share your stories and methods below.
Here is an easy and frugal cloud banner for your little love bugs bedroom! It’s completely customizable. Use grey felt for storm clouds or use different colored thread to match the nursery decor.This whole project cost me about $5.00. Yep. You read that right.
Felt – whatever cloud color you would like. I used four sheets of white felt.
Embroidery Thread – I used teal for the stitch and white to hang the clouds
Stuffing – It can be anything you have lying around. I used toilet paper. Shhh it’s a secret.
Big thick sewing needle
That’s it! You really don’t need a cloud stencil. Think puffy thoughts.
Cut your felt sheet in half. Fold that half in half and draw a beautiful fluffy cloud. DO NOT worry too much about a perfect cloud, or whether it looks cumulonimbus enough. I varied my size and shape with each one, because, you know, they’re clouds. Now cut through both sheets so you end up with two. If you’re wondering what to use to draw your cloud, I used a crayon for half, then lost it so used a marker for the rest. Just flip your cloud inside out so the marker doesn’t show.
Do you know how to blanket stitch? No, neither did I. So I looked it up on YouTube.Pretty easy. Just blanket stitch around the outside of the cloud with your thread. Again, don’t worry about stitching perfectly. I think that a little difference gives it that cute whimsical look. Stitch til its about 75% closed then stuff the cloud. Now finish stitching it up.
Run your white thread through the back of the clouds and TAH-DAH it’s a banner, or garland. I stitched near the top of the cloud so it would hang right. Now just put it up on the wall and enjoy!
Let me know if you tried in the comments below. Did it work? Any suggestions?
It was a surprising snowfall. A soft quiet fell across Washington as the snow fell early in the morning. Breezy woke up slowly, looking up at the ceiling in the dark. She said a soft morning prayer then stretched, rolling over to a pair of watchful eyes staring back at her. Breezy peeled off a loud startled laugh, and Rai grinned then laughed forcefully, her two front teeth glinting. “Rai what are you doing up you silly goose?” Rai smiled widely, “Grah da da.” Breezy shook her head and grabbed Rai, lifting her up into the air and swinging her around, using the momentum to hoist them both out of bed. She hitched Rai up onto her hip and strolled out to the living room. “The house is a mess Rai. What happened?” She gingerly stepped over a pile of laundry, sidestepped the avalanche of books, circled Suzie, and opened the drapes.
“What does it say?” Breezy squinted down at the Times New Roman text and frowned. “It says not to let them sleep on their stomachs because of SIDS.” She frowned looking down at Rai, sleeping sweetly on her stomach. Aspen cocked his head to the side, his pose for deep thinking. “Should I turn her over?” Breezy felt panic rise in her chest, “NO, no…um I’ll watch her,” she squeaked, lying down next to the cooing sleeper. It took Breezy about five and a half minutes to neglect her baby watching duties and fall asleep. Aspen glanced over, grinned, and watched over both of them as they slept.
It was a grey rainy morning, pretty typical of western Washington. The two clocks in Breezy’s house were out of sync, clicking a sort of sad song: click-click click-click. Breezy sighed and slumped down into her brown microfiber couch, glancing briefly at the baby moniter. Rai’s grey and white profile slept peacefully.
“You can’t pour from an empty cup. Take care of yourself first.”
Breezy knew a thing or two about kids: While growing up, she had watched her mom seamlessly juggle five little ones in home child care. I use the word juggle because ‘watch’ gives the impression that a person can sit back and relax while watching kids run around similar to watching a beloved rerun of a humorous sitcom. ‘Babysit’ gives the impression of a sitting while watching kids run around: Both are impossible and erroneous. But I digress.
“She had this way of always finding the good and believing in everything despite all that she had seen. And that is what I loved the most – the pure magic of her undying hope.” – Becca Lee
Breezy wasn’t without a vehicle the entire trip. Sometimes the crew would all pile in the rented truck, leaving Breezy and Rai with the SUV. Exploration was at hand.