squirrel momma

Nope. I don't think so.

Despite the fact there is a squirrel on the movie poster, and I have had a teensy crush on John Cusack ever since "High Fidelity", I really doubt I will be standing in line to see this movie.

  

Nope.

Hmmm...

Would it be too much if I added monster eyes to my footwear?

 

 

For 15 Minutes This Morning

Last week I had the amazing good fortune to be interviewed for our local paper by none other than Jennifer Ackerman-Haywood.  Besides being a freelance journalist, Jennifer is the marvel behind the Craft Sanity podcasts, where she interviews such crafting superstars as Alicia Paulson, Amy Karol and Amy Butler.  So this is a woman who knows how to ask questions!

Jennifer did a fabulous job of taking 3 hours of me rambling on about felt (yup, I locked her in my house and wouldn't let her out, just like Kathy Bates in Misery) and condensing it down into an article that actually makes me sound relatively sane.  Hah!  Fooled her! (If you really must you can take a look at her interview over here.)

And after carefully studying paper delivery routes and the Sunday morning habits of those in West Michigan, I believe my 15 minutes of fame will be from 10:02 to 10:17 this morning. At least that's when the paparazzi will show up.

 

I better go change out of my pajamas.

 
 

Snow Day

Snow day.  No school.  And I'm not above bribery to preserve my sanity.

 

 

Greetings from Frau Frankenstein

Another day, another snowstorm.  And more experiments with eyeballs.

 

I did a dry run with the same fabric I'd use for a monster purse: eyeball, wool felt, fur, wool felt (the last layer of wool felt is to make sure the washer has something to grip, as the minky is pretty slippery on the back).

 

It was immediately obvious--even to someone who mistakenly let a 10 year old boy stay home from school when he wasn't actually sick, just exhausted from too much Super Bowl--that the prongs need to be facing up (towards you) as you push the washer down onto the shaft.

 

I clipped off the excess shaft with a pair of wire cutters and voila!  An eyeball locked down tight and ready to roll. 

Now I must go back to my laboratory and check on Igor...

Eyeballs. Lots of 'Em.

Now that the Super Bowl is over and the Saints have won, life can get back to normal around here--well, as normal as it ever is.

Like a zombie on a quest for brains, I have been hunting around for eyeballs for the Monster Purses.  I didn't have much luck locally, so I ordered some from Etsy seller 6060.

6060 paints her own eyes--wait, let's rephrase that--6060 paints many of the eyes she sells (hmmm, still sounds a little creepy, but I'll go with it) herself, hence her fabulous range of colors, not to mention styles and sizes. And obviously, I am a woman who desperately needed to have pink cat eyes.

 

But the one thing that is unusual about her eyes is the shaft, which is slightly different from the ones I've been buying at Hobby Lobby.

 

See the ridges on one of my "old" eyes on the bottom right?  When you push the washer on, those ridges helps lock it in place (that's why they are, in theory, safe for small children).  My new ones must lock on with friction; I'm guessing the metal washer cuts into the plastic shaft, helping it grip.  And I know there should be a correct direction for the washer to go on, so that it doesn't slip off.

So I must go perform experiments with eyeballs!

 

  

  

The Greatest Day of the Year

Our guest blogger today is Nut Boy, football fanatic extraordinaire.

With Super Bowl Sunday finally here rituals are being completed--eating delicious, loaded clili dogs and watching the 14 million hours of Super Bowl coverage before the game. The New Orleans Saints and the Indianapolis Colts are traveling down to Miami to cap off the NFL season. 

I think that the Saints should win 'cause of the joy and partying it would bring to New Orleans as a city. I mean, who's heard of Indianapolis as the world's biggest partying city?  

 

Who Dat Gonna Beat Dem Saints?

Nobody!