Mom, don’t read this.

Sorry guys, my mom checks my blog and I don’t want to spoil her surprise.  Well, it’s probably not much of a surprise anymore, but anyway…

Everyone besides my mom, there’s still time, and you would feel very happy if you made time for this little project.

When my youngest was in first grade, he announced that he doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day.  I was puzzled, because I could not understand the rejection of chocolate.  He said he didn’t like it because it was a made-up holiday that forces people to spend money, and that it probably made his grandma (my mom) feel lonely and left out.  My dad died in 2000, and my mom has recovered.  She has a fulfilling life.  She has lots of friends and family, and we love her.  But my son is right.  Single people, people not in a romantic relationship, widows and widowers can easily feel lonely on a day like Valentine’s Day.

We’ve started making stuff for people who might feel left out, because that just stinks!

Here’s a sneak peek at this year’s goodies:

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We made some of it ourselves, and some of it is from Dollar Tree.

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Chocolate candy and red rose soap thingies come in heart-shaped boxes, so of course my kids wanted these.

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We make memory wire bracelets by the zillions around here.  I like them for gifts because they expand to fit just about any size of wrist.  Plus, making them is fun!

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Banana muffin, mmmmmmm!

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A little origami here.  We made some baskets with red heart bookmarks and some with cranes.

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And last, a sweet little card.

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Then we popped everything into a Dollar Tree basket and used a little plastic wrap to hold it all together.  These little baskets fit into a priority mail 7x7x6 box, and weigh just around a pound, so shipping is pretty low.  We’ll be dropping off the local baskets in person today.

My poor son thinks he’s being all un-romantic and rebellious by rejecting contrived romance in favor of authentic love.  Of course, he is doing just the opposite.  It turns all of us to mush!  He’s a little teddy bear, and all the girls know it, to his great chagrin.

Please take a peek around your life and see if you know anyone who might feel left out on Saturday.  It doesn’t have to be a gift basket – just a card or phone call or invitation to coffee or a walk is nice.  We could all use a little love!

New Etsy Shop, More Origami Yoda

Well, I’ve gone and done it.  I’ve opened an Etsy shop and I’m starting to move most of my merchandise over there.  eBay had a free listing spell that will hold me over on eBay for a bit, but any new patterns and fabric and yarn that I have will get listed on Etsy instead.  I’ll keep my eBay store for now, but I really think I’m going to have to move the bulk of my business elsewhere.  We’ll see how that goes.

I hate those square-y photos on Etsy because I sell so many patterns, which are rectangular.  So then I have the choice of either lopping off the top and bottom of the pattern, or filling in the background with some “background-y” thing.  Too much like Pinterest, which I also hate.  Except when I love it.  But eBay does the same thing with photos, so I guess all my conflicted feelings are really about more about change than about anything else.  Don’t worry.  I’ll grow up.  I’ll get over it.

Here’s the link to my Etsy store.

And here’s another of my son’s Origami Yoda projects:

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The book comes with a pull-out photo prop background.  Love it!

Giant Origami Pirate Puppet and Crane Decoration

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My youngest is really into the Origami Yoda books.  He’s been folding and creating like mad!  His best idea so far?  A giant origami pirate puppet!

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He used a piece of colored poster board to make his puppet.  It’s a little bigger than the finger puppets in the books, but he believes in living large.

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Not to be outdone, his (shy) sister contributed a giant origami crane.  She is considering adding scary teeth and making a pterodactyl decoration.  If you’re going to be big, you might as well be big and SCARY, that’s what I say.