Feeling Fall

I love the fall, it is my favorite time of year. This fall I have some goals I would like to accomplish.

#1 new carpet in bedroom

#2 paint laundry room it is all white in there still. Only room upstairs in our house that has not been painted. Still trying to decide on colors and possible feeling I want in the room. I still want it to be bright and cheery because that might be more inviting when I have loads of laundry piled in the middle of the floor.

#3 Start working on Christmas presents. Now I know you think it is early but I have limited sewing time.

#4 Increasing my fall baking and cooking recipes. Now that it is chilly there is an excuse to warm up the house.

#5 Now I know this may sound shocking but I am going to get the raccoons that have eaten all of my plums. Seriously my dad even told us to shoot em, and he is a forest ranger.

Needless to say I am excited to bundle up for fall.

What is that smell!?????

Well I have always known that I wanted to replace the carpet in our bedroom. The 1990 dusty rose thick carpet is not exactly the style I had in mind. I figured we would deal with that in a few years, like as if I continue my life I will someday have extra money that I am going to spend on non-essential house fixings. I was not ready however to be tearing up one corner of my room ripping out the baseboard radiators and getting on my hands and knees to smell the carpet. Let me explain.

I have always considered myself to have a hound like sense of smell. This may come in handy,someday but really I just can smell crap from a mile away. For as long as we have lived in our house (which is 4years this month), we have always found our bedroom to have a funky smell. We had the carpets cleaned before we moved in and have faithfully clean them. We got a rug cleaner for a gift at our wedding, and own 2 Dyson's, that is how much we like clean rugs.

Until recently has this funk become unbearable. I kid you not I can't sleep at night because I am wondering what died in our bedroom. After days of speculating the stench and pretty much vacating the room, it was determined that a large area of our carpet was putrid. Armed with steam cleaners and spotbots we cleaned that rug after each clean it smells better, then it drys back to the same funk.

We decided to rip up that corner. Could something have crawled under there and died. No visible spot to be found. Perplexed I have litterly tried everything that I can to clean this. At ll pm last night I decided that I was going to rip up the padding and throw it away, we are going to need a new capet there is no getting the smell out.

Well I will be researching capets online whilst my son naps so I had better get to work.

more creations

A new creation from the book I bought. I love the flap closure but I would place the handles differently. It is for my friend Lisa who will no longer be a co-worker. I hope she enjoys it. It was a challenge to make something new, and it felt wonderful to complete it. It turned out better than the bridal clutch that I am trying to make her!

win some lose some!

With my new book and a few days off, I created this new bag for myself. Very earth toned, but is a beautiful shoulder bag and alternative to using expensive handles.

I can't get over how sturdy this purse feels. It's handle has interfacing in it. I was concerned that my machine could handle it.

I also worked on a handheld clutch with great thoughts of making a wedding bag for a friend who is getting married in February. The white satin was expensive and I wanted extra in case of screw ups. Well it is finished, but I'm afraid if my friend used this clutch for her wedding it would end in divorce. It is absolutely ugly. I can't even show a picture. I think that the satin looks wonderful but not in this form it looks cheap. Well i guess there is hope, the wedding is not till February. I may possibly find a different pattern.

On a none sewing note my husband's dreams came true. We purchased a truck, and after hours of endless speeches about the thousand of reasons we NEED a truck, we found one that suited our needs.

New book!

I recently purchased Bag Bazaar by Meaghan Avery, and I am so in love. She went to the same high school as I did, and I think it is amazing that she has succeeded and made a career out of sewing. I have an oppurtunity to make a fabric trip on Thursday and I am so excited. I am pondering trying out some new fabrics such as tweed and even satin. I have agreed to make someone a wedding clutch so I see lots of white satin in my future. Can't wait!

proud mother

My son yet again has proved me wrong. He unlike what I totally expected slept in his bed all night. He didn't even get out in the morning. He was singing and I went in and I got

"mommy I wanna get out"

I feel like I may be jinxing his success so I am not going to jabber on, it has after all only been one night. But needless to say I think I had a bad bought of PMS this month and I am feeling much better today.

not fit

I have lately been having feelings of why did I become a mother. Then after those feelings comes guilt for feeling that way. I am not sure if this is a bad case of PMS or maybe this is the way every mother feels. Needless to say my son was stirring at 7 this am and I of course got up and made my pot of coffee and poured him his juice that he prefers to have immediately upon arousal. Well to my surprise when I opened the door this morning there was a "hi mommy"
with my son standing in the middle of his bedroom blankeys in tow. Ugh..... I thought I am so not ready for this step in his life.

So I did what I always do when I have no idea how to handle mommy situations got to my bookshelf and read up on transitioning to a toddler bed. I thought I would get some ideas reassurance etc. Instead I am left more confused. Is he ready? Is he going to break his neck by climbing out? Can I use a crib net?(which sounds like I am fishing). I am scared I will lose my finally sleep filled nights. He is a cry/talk himself to sleep kind of kid. I don't feel he is ready to understand that he needs to stay in his bed. The worst part about it was that I didn't even hear him climb out. No loud thuds at all. I am torn, sometimes being a mom blows, they should tell you that before birth.