Steph’s Fabric Dolls are done and ready to ship…
Category: Steph
Steph’s craft projects
New Factory
A couple of nights ago I went to bed early and realized that the sound of Steph’s sewing machine had stopped. She’s been working at the dining room table, which is in the center of the house, and out of consideration for my sleep she had stopped production on her Fabric Doll outfits.
The next morning I suggested she move the whole operation into the Family Room which has a sliding door, fireplace and TV. What more could a factory worker want?
I think she likes it, and I don’t hear nuttin…
Ready To Go
Steph’s ready to assemble the outfits for her four fabric dolls. I have to admit I’m shocked by the diversity of this project, I thought it would be just a few outfits per doll. They were laid out on the dining room table this morning so I grabbed some shots.
Here’s the counts per doll: 8 swimsuits, 12 summer dresses, 19 dresses, 21 skirts, 16 shorts, 5 pants and 32 tops. Wow…
Outfit Factory
Steph has turned the dining room table and the family room into an Outfit Factory for her fabric doll granddaughter Christmas gifts. It’s fine with me, I only go in there to let Piper in and out on the deck, and it is her birthday after all, she can do as she pleases.
Sisters
Sisters from a different mister:
Steph 52
Steph turned 52 today. I know you’re not supposed to mention a woman’s age but I’ve always considered that to be politically incorrect bullshit, so there… Besides, she’s 18 years younger than me so that makes her a young heifer in my eyes.
She’s making out pretty good so far: Dave and Cat and Brian and Andrea dropped by with flowers, I gave her a new Fire HD tablet (with Prime), her sister sent a basket from Washington and my sister gave her an Amazon gift card to go with dinner out tonight.
Butterfly Dresses
Steph’s taken over the dining room table lately, making baby dresses. This one is for her grand-daughter Lilly but new ones are underway for the Washington babies Cora and Emma. The fabric lady at Walmart told her it would be cheaper to just buy them but who wants baby clothes sewed by tortured underpaid expoilted children from Indonesia?
As to the dining room table I’ve become quite accustomed to eating standing up at the kitchen counter. I stand right next to the sink so I can just eat and wash. It’s the least I can do for the cause…
Tumor Gone
I’ve been watching a lump growing on Steph’s back for ten (or more) years. It started out small but finally it became just big, and painful. We shower together and wash each others backs so I’ve been very in tune with this thing. Today she had it removed.
We were out of our garage at 0500, arriving at the Surgical Center in Rexburg at 0600 and the tumor was gone by 0800. They said it was bigger than they thought but came out as a solid entity. Good…
She’s doing great and the tumor is being biopsied for malignancy, but 98 out of a 100 are not, so the odds are good. The bandage is waterproof and the stitches will dissolve away on their own. Medical science is pretty amazing now, yet you still won’t catch me going in their clinics, or popping their pills, but it worked for Steph today…
Mouse Basket
This is Steph’s new baby basket creation for our friend JoAnn’s new granddaughter from her son Colton and wife Shelby:
Puff Quilt
Nothing says welcome to the family new baby boy from Cat and Dave more than a handmade Mickey Mouse Puff Quilt by the talented crafty Steph. She’s off to the baby shower tonight with this creation and I suspect it will be a hit!
Seahawks Boppy
Steph’s latest craft project is a Seattle Seahawks baby boppy for a new grand-daughter in Seattle. I didn’t know what a boppy was until today so it proves you can still learn something, even though you’re old as dirt. I told her she should consider mass marketing these things in Seattle, but she’s too busy pushing propane…
Puffed Quilt
Steph finished the Puffed Quilt project tonight and is pretty happy about it. She seems to think it’s the best thing she’s ever done, but I always thought that the Girrafe thing was pretty cool and the Tavros & Gamzee was amazing and the Little Dragon outfit was spot on and well, the work goes on…
John Deere
Here’s Steph’s John Deere puffy quilt project in it’s current state:
Award
Steph’s office just won a prestigious award from Suburban Propane corporate. Actually, since Steph is the sole proprietor of this office and totally runs the show (her boss comes over the hill from Jackson once a week, does a conference call and then splits), this really is Steph’s Award. There wasn’t any money attached, but profit margin does equate to year end bonus.
TSA Search
Steph went through the TSA screening at SeaTac airport yesterday and was pulled aside for the whole treatment. She was felt up, scanned and whatever nonsense they perform during the full deal. I’m envious, I have a whole bunch of one-liners ready to quip at the dude that gets near my package, but I digress, especially since I don’t fly.
She was pulled aside because of the contents in her carry-on bag. They were apparently convinced she was a meth-head drug dealer. Multiple supervisors were called in as the search evolved. It became a big deal.
What they found were two big baggies stuffed with what appeared to be drug dispensers of some sort, along with a highly suspicious bottle of salts! To top it off there was jewelry in a baggie, Elvis CD’s, and a doll of The Dude himself, that smelled like cigarette smoke. Meth head!
Hey, they would be totally remiss if they let this chick board a plane with this kind of nonsense in her bag, without checking her out!
It turns out, and TSA finally accepted the fact, that Steph was returning from her moms memorial service and had put things in her bag that had both sentimental and practical purpose. The needle things are diabetic tools that she and her mom both used, of which Betty had a bunch of. The doll, jewelry and CD’s, just keepsakes of love, and the salt is our favorite that you can only get in Washington. The salt container was also opened and tested, wow… Steph said they rubbed test strips around her hands, feet and the lid of the salt container, running the strips through a diagnostic computer, and changing rubber gloves after each procedure.
Note to self, continue your commitment to never fly again…