Blue Jeans for Jenny

You forced my hand. I have to blog about it now.

Anyway, I’m not trying to be funny with all that “it is, but it’s not” stuff. I just didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag. :P

I learned this year how to make fabric-covered journals, which–I know–sounds kind of dorky. It’s actually cool as snot. But since I’m a journal freak, and I’m always telling my nieces and nephews to “write, write, write, write, write it down”, I decided I would make them each a blue-jean journal for Christmas.

Needless to say, the “tear holes in them” idea is probably not going to work.*

I have eight journals to make, for four girls and four boys. The girls’ are going to be easier, I think, because there’s a lot of pretty things you can do with jeans–painting and sequins, as you mentioned, also embroidery, etc. But what about the boys’? Even the two younger boys’ journals won’t be difficult, I don’t think–they have younger, more natural interests still, you know–ships, trees, et cet. But the older boys? Uhm…I’m at a loss.

My goals are:

  • to use a belt buckle
  • to use different colored jeans
  • to stitch, paint, or design somehow each child’s name and the year on the cover
  • to use a butt pocket
  • to have some sort of lock/closure on each journal

Any ideas? I’d love some creative thoughts on this.

Pax Christi.

Sar

*I’m rethinking the holes. I might could make it happen…if I put another piece of material under the hole. The glue should be enough to keep the hole from fraying . Hmmmmmm. I think I might add this as a goal.

So…I know I already blogged once today, but I have the urge to write. I just want to share the random thoughts, questions, situations going on in my life as of today, October 27th, 2009.

I was up until 5 o’clock this morning. Why, you ask? Why would someone sit up until 5A.M.? I was reading, of course. In the process of cleaning my room, I found a box with a stinkload of stories ideas and attempts from my younger years. At about 1:30 this morning, I sat up in bed, having remembered vaguely a storyline involving a large frog stuffed animal. So I turned on my music and my light and began reading through stacks of papers to find this frog story. Coincidentally, I didn’t find it.

What I did find, which I had forgotten entirely about, was a series of stories I had been writing my freshman and sophomore years in high school. It was such a trip reading some of it! I remember that I used to sit up at night after everyone had gone to bed, and I would type at the very cool new computer my brother had bought for the family until I couldn’t stay awake any longer! I had saved the files to a floppy disc (woah…whoever thought the phrase “floppy disc” would date you?!) because I didn’t want to lose the story, you know? Unfortunately, I lost the story, anyway. I don’t remember how. I had printed a good portion of what I’d written at that time, but in the course of moving and editing and just being as unorganized as I am, I apparently lost more than I saved of the stories. The first story (I believe there were three complete; and I had started the fourth and had ideas for the fifth) is preserved in all its glorious completeness. Not a page is out of order! One story has about twenty typed pages to start, and another ten at the end, but everything in the middle is gone. AGH! I don’t remember much of the plot, but I do recall that I killed off one of my best characters! I’m so disappointed that this didn’t survive my youth. Anyway, for several years after I’d written these stories initially, I was rewriting and revising, and so I had a couple of pages of notes about who each character was and how they were related to other characters, etc. That’ll be a nice little companion if I ever decide to rewrite this series.

Another gem that I stumbled upon last night was the original copy of the Toilet Paper story that I wrote for Toge. That’s right–the Toilet Paper story. I believe the T.P. story itself is in the box of letters between Jenny & I, but I couldn’t say for certain. I haven’t seen it in years. But yes, I worked out all the kinks to this story, and wrote the final draft on a roll of toilet paper for Jenny. I had actually forgotten about it until Jenny mentioned it to me recently. I laughed pretty hard when I read it. I surprised myself at the ending!

Ahem. At any rate, I wanted to show you my writing space. I cleaned in preparation for NaNoWriMo so I would have a sane, inspiring place to write. And this is what I came up with:

My Writing Space

So here’s what we’ve got:

  1. The old, comfortable, pink chair that my sister Maggie wants to steal from me because it has a flat bottom and–she claims–it is perfect for playing cello. We’ve had this chair as long as I can recall. It’s really a piece of junk.
  2. My current musings and ideas regarding NaNoWriMo.
  3. My tweb blogs, printed and saved in three-ring binders. I am such a dork, I know. I don’t think I even have them all printed. I’d better double-check that.
  4. The material on “the big novel” I’ve been working on since December 2006. Also, in the white binder, are snippets from Diggity’s story, which will put my story to shame…or it would–if he would finish writing it… :D
  5. Journals, journals, journals. And that’s not even a fraction of them–that’s just the current journals.
  6. A couple of my childhood photos. The teeny-tiny one is my senior photo. The one on the right with all the hair…is how I look now. Just kidding. Kinda.
  7. My Compassion boy, Joseph! He is truly an inspiration to me. He chases chickens.
  8. Music, of course.
  9. Sweat Pea body butter. Nothing screams “writer’s block” like cracked, dry skin!
  10. Hrm. I’m not sure why there were hand knitted socks on my desk. But there they are. Hand knitted socks on my desk. Hm.

So…I can’t tell you how excited I am to have a well-functioning writing space. Now…if only I could get my desk to write my NaNoWriMo novel for me…

In other news, it is Autumn. The colors this year have already piqued, and we are in that down slope, where everything turns a rotten brown or yellow color. Today, the leaves were just falling from the trees like rain. It was gorgeous. Snow is on the way.

I have a smudge on my camera lens. I’m really annoyed by it. Anybody know how to safely clean a camera lens?

John sent me the rest of the Martin books. He is such a great guy. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to really “get into” the other book he had sent to me–Dean Koontz’s From the Corner of His Eye. I know it must be a phenomenal book, but there’s been so much going on in my life that I just haven’t had the energy to commit to reading it. And yes, reading does take a lot of energy for me. So today, the Martin books came in the mail and I suddenly had an appetite to read. Amazing how that happened. So I picked up the next book, intending to read only the prologue–after all, that’s not technically part of the book, is it? I thought that if I read the prologue, it would motivate me to finish the Koontz book so I could return to the Martin series. Woopsies. I looked up to realize…I’d read far more than the prologue. So. What now? I did promise John that I would finish the Koontz book, and I want to! I just…am so enraptured with the Martin story and I desperately want to know what happens next.

It just occurred to me…that I could be reading instead of blogging. Hmmm.

Adieu, my friends.

Pax Christi.

Semmie.