Tablet tote tutorial

I’m embracing the hyper connected movement.  Tablets are like my kids’ tool sets; yeah, it’s a tool, but it’s still a toy.  Whatever, it’s a tool, it’s a toy, I need (fine, want) mine to travel with me and I don’t want to shove it in my purse.  So I made it a special tote.  It’s what I do.

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I picked some fun stuff out of my stash.  I had to get all of my cutting done first and get my stuff out of the way so my little helpers had a place to “work”.

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Cut out front and back, and liner panels.  My tablet in it’s case is about 11″ x 7 1/2″ and I didn’t want it to be tight so I cut my main panels 13″ x 11″ and the liner 14″ x 11″.  I cut the liner an inch longer because I wanted the liner to stick out the top a half inch.

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Various pockets.  I went with 2 inside pockets and 2 outside stacked pockets.  By far the most time consuming part of sewing this thing.

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Straps.  The brown strips on the left get pressed in half the long way (single fold) and the strips on the right get pressed in half and then ends pressed inside again (double fold).  I cut the brown strips at 2″, but then went back and trimmed it 1/2″.  Then the unfinished ends of the brown strips were tucked into the fold of the green strips and I sewed them together with 1/4″ of brown exposed.  They’re about 10″ long.

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Finished strips shown at left, liner and main panels sewn to themselves (leave an opening at the bottom of the liner for turning).  Pin corners together as shown and sew 1 1/2″ across to box the corners.

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Pin and sew straps to either liner or main panel, it doesn’t matter which.

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Pin together, liner outside and main panel inside, facing each other.  Sew.  Turn.

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Press seam allowance up, handles down first.  Then when pressed firmly, lift handles, press, and stitch in the ditch around the top.

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Turn inside out and hand sew bottom opening closed.  The finished bag is reversable.

Happy Holly Shiftwell Mother’s Day

Top ten things about my mom (off the top of my head):

  1. She bakes enough to make up for me not baking at all.
  2. She gives good sewing advice.  And life advice.
  3. She loves to watch my kids, well she loves my kids!
  4. She loves me, she loves Paul.  She often tells me that she’s been praying for Paul since I was born, how cool is that?  She reminds me to pray for the young people who will grow up to be bigger people and one day marry my kids.
  5. She loves my dad.  :)
  6. She’s a great boss.  So is my dad.
  7. She’s got style.  She drives a Flex, she dresses like she spends significant time putting outfits together but believe me, she doesn’t have the time!
  8. She is a wonderful woman.  She does the sort of volunteering that isn’t going to get her recognized. (like making meals for people and helping people out on a personal level)  She’s uncomfortable with recognition anyway, that’s not why she does good deeds.  She’s taught me to help others and be a good friend.
  9. Everything around her is green and growing.  Literally and figuratively.  She’s a breath of fresh air.
  10. She’s health conscious; body mind & soul.

I love you Mom!  Happy Mother’s Day!

Chevron Ombre Baby

So one of my favorite wastes of time ways to spend time online is reading blogs of people that I don’t know.  Also the blogs of people that I do know, but there are only like 4 of those.  I love sewing blogs, and hello, I’m not special.  There are a ton of bloggers who fit my exact profile, late 20s (we’ll sob about that again soon, this being the year that I turn 30) moms of young kids, work part time or stay at home moms, love to sew, garden, upcycle, organize, cook, mixed media or any combination of the above.  I’m happy to have them, they offer me great ideas when I’m low on inspiration, as I have been lately.  Case in point, the Chevron Ombre Dress.  I saw this post on Thursday and have not been able to get it out of my mind.  At first I was like, there is no way I’m attempting a color gradation, I took Fibers Studio in college and I know how tedious that can be.  But I first saw it Thursday and it’s now Saturday, and I’m already up to my elbows in this project.

On a side note here, how many moms have you heard say “I used to make all of my kids clothes”, but they hardly ever sew anymore?  Well I almost never sew clothes for my kids.  I have a rough track record sewing garments, but I still couldn’t get this dress out of my mind!

Hats off to Jessica, who I don’t know and really have only visited her blog a few times, but wow, what a creative project!  When she describes her steps it can really only be described as what my mom calls a “punt”.  Mom’s definition of the word is “to blindly attempt and leap into a project without having a definite promise that it will in fact, turn out as desired (or at all)”.  (Happy Mother’s Day Mom!)  I love how she was inspired to make this dress from a wedding cake and a kind of weird rainbow dress.

Okay so my attempt.  Here’s what you’ll need:

rotary cutter, ruler & mat

white fabric (mine is some white one-way stretch, fiber content not known beyond being significantly cotton.  Found cheap years ago, bought a whole bunch and have used it for lots of different projects.)

fabric dye (which I also had on hand in my studio)

First I cut my strips.  Then I cut several more along the way as the dying process is unpredictable and difficult and RIT dye really makes me miss studio Fibers and acid dye.  However unless you dye stuff all the time, acid dye is impractical.  I don’t even remember how to use it, and I don’t even recall if you can use it on cotton, so whatever.

I began dying my fabric in a 8 quart pot and moved to a water bath in the sink.

When I felt like I had enough color gradation I threw it all in the washing machine and went to work on making a pattern.  Since my model was due for a nap soon and not the best at playing the model, I decided on the paper doll approach.

Oh like you’ve never traced a baby.

It’s not creepy if you think of it like a paper doll.

See?  I chose this dress as a good fit for the shape I’m going for.

Traced it…

and made a front and back pattern.

My strips wet out of the washer,

and pressed when dry.

Stay tuned for Part 2, when the fabric strips become a dress!  I’m still assembling my plan for that step, as it is a one way stretch and I would like it to stretch a little of both wide and tall, so I’m thinking I’ll sew my strips as they are and then turn to the 45° to make the chevron pattern.  Not exactly sure how to proceed, so I’m hoping that my mom will read this post and offer a helping hand with the next part *ahem* since I’m not exactly sure what to do next.

 

rites of passage

I can’t ever remember a year where I had more college graduates to congratulate than high school graduates!  Happy graduation to my cousin Emily (dietics, is that the right word?) my brother-in-law Andy (mechanical engineering) my soon-to-be sister-in-law Megan (accounting) cousin Darin (civil engineering) and cousin Kristin (law school).  Aside from getting married (and kids and stuff) graduating from college was the most exciting rite of passage for me.

And Andy & Megan bought a house! We all went over on the day that they closed 2 weeks ago and cleaned (well, some people cleaned.  I drank beer, not going to lie about that one.) and grilled.  The carpets were wet so we ate in the garage.

Also it was freezing and the previous owners left a bunch of treasures for A&M, like these Minneapolis Fire Department jackets that Melissa and I got into.

Not sure how to wrap this post up so I guess I’ll just say I’m really proud of all my younger siblings/cousins graduating this year, and I’m really happy for you guys.  Excuse the random train of thought.  The jackets had to be included, they just did.  Even though they killed my flow.

 

Simple pleasures.

I’m no marathoner, but I like to run.  If the weather is nice, I run here.

I often think how picturesque this road is and that I should bring my camera along, but who wants to run with a camera?  So on Sunday evening I went for a walk and took pictures with my BlackBerry.  Excuse the sub-par photos.  I really should have taken my camera since I was walking and not running, hindsight and all of that.Milo calls this the “smiley face barn” when he comes along in the jogging stroller.  How cute is that?  I love how his little head works.  (excuse me, how his giant head works).

I didn’t attempt some shots because I had my phone and not my camera- I saw a fish swimming into a culvert right on top of this section of road.  It would have made a really cool picture but there was no way my phone would catch it.

Oh like you’ve never done this.

I know that somewhere there are photos of me with underwear and/or what we used to call stretch pants but are now “leggings” on my head, prancing around our oldest friends’ front yard.  Pretty sure I have one in a box somewhere myself… but for the record I feel the need to state that those are brand spankin’ new underpants, only pre-washed, before he wore them.

And of course, he said some cute things today…

In the bathtub: Milo stood up with a cup full of water and said “I’m going to water my penis so it grows!”

At lunch: “Mom, why does… blah blah blah……..blah blah blah (I honestly don’t remember, he never stops talking, I can’t write it all down!),<pause> because that’s how you roll?”  I guess I use that one a lot!

isms

I’m really bad at writing down and even sharing all the cute “isms” I have for my kids.  Of course Milo is talking constantly and it’s hard to catch everything so I’m just going to attempt a little catch-up.

Jacksonisms

This one is old, but my mom remembered the occasion the other day.  About a year ago my folks had a family of foxes setting up their den in their old tool shed.  Jackson saw one of the pups and didn’t know what it was, so he told my mom that he saw a “kangaroo dog”.  Pretty creative and remarkably accurate in his definition of a baby fox!

Miloisms

My mom tried telling Milo that he looked handsome the other day, to which he replied “No, my handsome broke off.”

I changed Milo into shorts the other day, we pulled them up and he looked down and said “where are the pants?” I said, “They’re shorts Milo, they’re like pants, but shorter.” and he said “Are they baby pants?”

Stellaisms

So she’s not saying so much but she’s already starting to be a little trouble maker.  She’s on the move, still scooting on her butt.  I think she’ll skip crawling, she’s pretty good at this.  She has a magnetic connection to things she shouldn’t touch, like cords and outlets and stuff.  She turned the computer off yesterday while Milo was watching a Netfix movie (oh NO! it was pretty dramatic).  And last week she followed Paul downstairs, literally.  I guess 9 months is about the same age that we had Jackson in the ER for the first time too… but this freaked me out a little more.  She’s perfectly fine, but I don’t want to do that again!

Family weddings

We (the Simons) have this newer tradition of getting a family picture on the dance floor of every family wedding.  We should really get the bride and groom to pose with us, we’ll start that when Andy and Megan get married!

So Paul’s cousin Stacy was married to this great guy Chris on Saturday and we had a great time.  Let’s journey back to the beginning of this little family tradition, since it’s not that old… side note that I’ll probably forget about the above picture: that’s not my drink. It’s Brandon’s drink, Brandon who is taking the picture. I feel it necessary to note that fact because there is a strict “No drinks on the Dance Floor” policy at the Park Ballroom. It wasn’t mine, I was just holding it.

This is the first one, really should have asked the bride at least to be in our photo, she was right there!  I was 13 weeks pregnant with Milo in this photo.  We weren’t set on starting any traditions here, I just had my camera handy and some other dance goer volunteered to take our picture.  Thank you, random dance goer!

This was the one that we decided, we’ve got to take this photo.  Joe, what are you doing with your tie?  No one knows.

Sometimes not everyone makes it to the photo.  Sometimes someone leaves early, other times one is too busy holding up the bar to make it to the dance floor.  No judging, we’ll get you next time.

I think that’s what makes it fun, who’s in it, how we’re smushed together, what we’re wearing, how drunk we “look”…

how much fun we’re having, who I’m pregnant with…