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I spent many many hours with crayons and coloring books as a child. And when I didn’t have either of those available, I’d happily resort to any number of substitutes: markers, blank paper, pencils, colored pencils, paint, construction paper, the leftover bulk print paper my grandma always got from the printer. It didn’t matter to me, so long as I could create colorful pictures.

Even in college, I kept a box of crayons on hand to color with. It was fun, to see what effects I could make with that simple box of crayons: soft and light, with colors blending; hard and glossy, making a strong statement of color. It made me feel like I was six years old again. It seems like there were many things I did in college that were meant to have that effect.

Yesterday, while doing some cleaning and sorting, I ran across some coloring pages that I’d printed up before we moved to Jacksonville. I had never gotten around to splashing color on them, so they stared up at me in stark black and white. They were mandalas that I had found online. Last night, I colored the one pictured at the beginning of this post. It took me nearly two hours to finish, if you can believe it. It’s not even that big!

This morning, J is still home sick, though she’s feeling significantly better than she did yesterday. As soon as Toph left for work, I began to hear the cries of boredom. So, I handed her the other mandala I had printed up so long ago. That, of course, made X clamor for one of his own. So, off on a Google search I went, since I was all out of coloring pages – mandala or not.

I found out that the first mandala, which is pictured above, came from June Moon’s free coloring book. I also found a whole bunch of other wonderful coloring pages, which are conveniently summarized at Activity Village.

The cries of boredom are quiet now. My children are rediscovering the once lost art of coloring. They sit on the couch, still in their pj’s, each with a lap desk in front of them. There is a big box of crayons squeezed in between them and a stack of printed coloring pages sliding off the back of the couch onto their heads. They are coloring, cutting and enjoying themselves. Just as I remember using crayons and paper to create colorful images as a child, I see them doing the same.

And it reminds me that life is good.

If yesterday was all smooth sailing with the sewing machine, today has been one mishap after another. And it’s only 11:30am.

I’ve broken the thread more times than I can count. I checked the way the machine was threaded, finally got that right (I had changed threads this a.m., learning how to thread the machine). Then I thought the tension must be off. I ran it through test fabric after test fabric, trying to figure it out. Finally got it right, I think….

Then I hit a spot where there were many layers of fabric and the needle broke. *sigh* My only needle. I’ve dug through everything my grandmother left for me and I can’t find any others. I guess I’ll have to go to the store to get another sometime. I could go today, I guess. I have both kids and I’m grumpy, though, so I’m thinking that would be a bad idea.

I need to go lock myself in my room for awhile. *sigh* Get over my grumpies.

a drawstring tote…I may have to find it some nicer cable cord rather than a ribbon for tying it. The ribbon is what I have on hand though.

X now his own bag and can quit begging for mine! His bag has race cars on it!
For years, I’ve been scared of sewing machines. Don’t ask me why…it has something to do with always breaking the machine….or at least causing a severe delay in the project because of messing something up. I used to sew with both of my grandmothers (little things like potpourri saches and pillows) and I sewed with my best friend in high school too (scrunchies, remember, Susie?). But once I got off on my own and was sewing for my own house (curtains and the like), the machines never liked me.
So, several months ago, I inherited my grandmother’s sewing machine. It’s been sitting in storage since then and I even avoided using it when I made Toph’s Friar costume for Halloween. Remember, I sewed the whole thing by hand! Because I was scared of the machine.
Well, lately, I’ve been looking into buying reuseable shopping bags. You know, tote bags, basically, so that you don’t have to get tons of plastic grocery bags every time you shop. We have a ridiculous amount of the plastic things in our garage awaiting recycling. It’s horrible.
I’ve also had a lot of fabric laying around. I bought a bunch at Christmas-time to wrap gifts (I bought cheap remnants!) and I have also inherited a bunch from my grandmother. Not to mention having a ton left over from the friar costume.
Fabric + sewing machine = tote bags, right? That’s what my mind did with the information anyhow. So, today I tried it. I made one big oopsie, but I doubt if you’ll know what it is just by looking at the pics. I’m sure it doesn’t look professional or store bought, but darn it! I made it.
X has declared that it should be his and that if that particular one isn’t for him, I should get right to making him one of his own just like it. *snort*