Make at MADE

The workshop at MADE was a fun one yesterday – thanks to all who came out to play. We made many, many V-day cards and love letters. We looked at poems, quotes and craft materials for our inspiration. There will be more opportunities in 2010 to pop in for a workshop at MADE. Hop over to their site and join the mailing list so that you are informed or subscribe to my list and I’ll let you know. Get inspired here though and get to making your own love notes! Here’s some pics from the day.

YUDU screen printed roller skate on notebook paper, rubber stamped cupcake, buttons and card stock - by me

workshop in action

Card - by me, made with a cut doily, card stock and rubber stamps

A participant working away

Card - by me, made with card stock, ribbon, drawing pen, rubber stamps and glitter

Card - by me, made with card stock, doily, button and rubber stamp

Card - by me, made with card stock, rubber stamps, drawing pens, ribbon and embossed hearts were made with a cuttlebug embossing folder

Card - by me, made with card stock, foam stickers, rubber stamps and foam designs cut from the cuttlebug quilling kit

workshop participant

A workshop participants design

A workshop participant

A workshop participants design

A workshop participant

Card by me using card stock, rubber stamp, felt, buttons, poof ball and notion trim

A card design by me using card stock, felt, foam stickers, buttons, embossed stock using the cuttlebug heart embossing folder and heart wings embossed and cut from Sizzix Hello Kitty Series

A workshop participants design

February 7, 2010labfive Leave a comment

“Santa’s Workshop” Produces Princess Land

The benefit of the short one only being of preschool age is she knows not to wake up early on Christmas morn to shred wrapping paper. She rose at the very civil hour of 8 am, rubbed her eyes and said “Presents now?” After opening a few gifts from out of town family, in town friends and exploring her stocking filled with sweets I asked her how she was feeling about Christmas. She said “I’m happy – now can we have bacon?” I told her Santa left a gift in her room (she slept in Mom and Dad’s bed on Christmas Eve) and I lead her down the hall to see what the big guy made with his elves. I (that would be Santa with no elves) worked at night for the last two weeks on a series of three Princess Land panels that would be inserted into the play area under her bed once she was asleep. I set out mini Princesses she already owned as if they were having a party in the space. I also installed battery LED lights under the mattress slats so she could see better. When she saw it – she was speechless, thrilled and jumping up and down. This might be the real reason I want to keep Santa out of it – I so deserve the credit for all this work!

Castle on the hill painted on a masonite panel

shot of the village painted on a masonite panel

shot of the cottage in the woods painted on a masonite panel

Close up of the Dress Shop

Close up of the shoe shop where the glass slippers and dance shoes are made

Close up of the bake shop where the pink cupcakes and birthday cakes are made

Close up of the clouds with the silver lining

Close up of the rainbow for the ponies in unicornia

Close up of the splashing mermaid pond

Close up of the pink carriage

Close up of trees bearing magical pink princess fruit

Close up of the wishing well

Close up of the pink castle

Close up of the tower with the ladder for the Prince to climb up

Close up of the pink island, pink treasure chest, crown and gold bars spilling out

Close up of the evil witches woods

Close up of the cottage (think Snow white)

Close up of the cottage garden

December 25, 2009labfive 1 Comment

Fine, I give in Santa

After the short one told me a week or so ago that I was “ruining it” and that she “gets to have magic too” I realized I had to back off on my anti-consumerism. My compromise on the Santa front had been to tell her that yes there was a Santa but that he focused on giving toys to boys and girls whose mom’s and dad’s and grandma’s and grandpa’s couldn’t afford to buy them gifts. I explained to her how lucky she is to have so many grandma’s and grandpa’s that would be giving her gifts. I wanted her to understand that gift giving was about love and consideration not writing out a list to a stranger who would drop some loot overnight! Fat chance – she is a kid surrounded by other kids and TV and all the consumerism crap that tells her to ask for stuff and to believe in Santa. Fine – you win short one I give in – Yes, Santa will be stopping by our house. She told me we’d have to be quick and build a chimney. I told her I’d leave him a note that the front door was open and he could just pop in that way. So it’s Christmas Eve and while I got my pleasure out of cooking the most amazing roast beast ever along with roasted vegetables (thank you Barefoot Contessa) She was thrilled to make cookies and leave a plate, with milk for Santa. The tall one in the house stayed out of it all and was happy that his Christmas wish came true with a batch of burned cookies. Only burned cookies say Christmas to him, anything without crusty black on it is just considered raw. So the short one got her Santa, the tall on got his burned cookies, I was filled with pride at my Christmas Eve dinner. All is right with the world. Now to start the “Santa” production once the short one is asleep – that will be another post. For now here is how the Eve went.