It took me four days to do it, but I think I finally created a passable portrait of Christopher Walken, which is good since it’s on my list of 32 things to do before I turn 33 and my birthday is coming up!
During our flight home from Argentina, I made this quick sketch of Lourenço Bustani, who is, according to our in-flight magazine, an innovative and successful businessman from Brazil.
I made this doodle on our camping trip in Patagonia, mostly while we were stuck inside our tent waiting out the rain. I think it kind of looks like aliens waiting in a line 🙂
My 365 project is nearing an end, and yet all I could manage on Thursday night was this silly little monster picture, which I made with an online art tool called artPad. Oh well.
While I sat at the kitchen table working on the stuffed blue whale that I was making for my new nephew, she spent hours preparing dish after dish for our Christmas meal the next day. It was nice to sit and chat with her. I don’t spend nearly enough time at my parents’ house lately.
After I finished embroidering the mouth of the whale and sewing on the eyeball-buttons it was time for me to use the sewing machine to finish the whale. My mom brought me downstairs, showed me how to thread her sewing machine, and then left me to finish the whale.
I never did finish it. Instead, the whale fabric flitted around the sewing machine like it had a mind of its own, and the needle kept coming unthreaded, and the thread kept getting all jammed up in the machine, and I started swearing, and steaming, and getting extremely angry at the whole idea of sewing.
“Why did I even start this project when I find sewing so frustrating?”
My mom was on the phone with my sister when I started freaking out. Luckily, she got off the phone and came downstairs to see what was going on.
“There’s something wrong with this stupid machine! I don’t think I can do this!”
My mom was rather calm considering the state I was in.
“Let me look at it.”
She sat down at the sewing machine and took over. I went upstairs and worked on the bean dip appetizer she still wanted to make for Christmas Day.
By the time I was finished with the bean dip, the whale was completely sewn. I flipped it inside out and stuffed it and then sewed the final little bit by hand.
It was adorable, thanks to my Mom.
After we finished with the whale, I went with my family to church and I sang with my Mom in the choir. She’s great at alto harmonies. I stood next to her and sang the soprano part, and we sounded nice together.
While we were singing, I thought about how great my mom is and how much she’s done for me over the years. I’ve been very lucky.
Note: This blue whale plushie is part of my “Jeannimals” project. Learn a bit more about it in my post about the plush heart I made for my niece. It also involves a sewing disaster.
My Dad is very hard to find gifts for, I guess because he doesn’t ever really want anything. Sometimes he needs new sweaters or a new baseball cap, but I’m not sure he really cares about getting those kinds of gifts. I’m not sure why. I love presents. Socks, scarves, books, candy bars–I don’t really care. Unlike my Dad, I just think presents are fun.
Anyways, because I really didn’t know what to get for my Dad, I decided to make him a painting. See, I made him a teeny tiny painting of a house several years ago, and he still has it hanging on the wall, so I figured a painting is a gift he might actually enjoy getting.
The little artwork I made for him this year is supposed to be our camper during a trip we took as a family many years ago to Mackinac in Michigan. We stayed at this cute little campground on the water and camped right on the beach. It was pretty.
I gave him the painting on Christmas and I think he liked it. He said something like, “Well, that doesn’t exactly look like our camper, but this must be us in Mackinac!” and then smiled brightly. It was nice.
Since we have roommates, this also means that he may or may not be in constant danger of flashing them. While my roomies never really mentioned being uncomfortable about the robe situation, I wonder if they also recognized the constant uncertainty. Exposure could happen any moment!
But no more! On Saturday, I made Jim a belt for his bathrobe to eliminate this little situation forever….and I also made it to make Jim happy. I’m sure it will be more comfortable to have a belt.
Since I’m not much of a seamstress, it actually took me over two hours to make the thing and the craftmanship isn’t even that good, but it’s the thought that counts.
I gave Jim the belt yesterday as a Christmas present, and he seemed quite happy. Yay!