Saturday, April 25, 2009
Fabric scrap basket
I thought I’d share with you how to make my fabric scrap “basket”. It’s VERY simple. I whipped out another two baskets in no time at all. Now I have all of my smaller scraps organized into small, medium and large groupings. Did I even mention I'm a Capricorn and like to be organized to a fault? No? Well if this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will. Go ahead, make yourself a few of these today. You’ll love it so much better than your Ziploc bags. I know I do!
Directions
1. You will need to gather your supplies. I grabbed two fat quarters (one for the interior and one for the exterior) and my sew-in interfacing. I bought this a few years ago and have no idea of it’s name. It’s like a thick paper, not as thick as card stock, but thicker than printer paper. I think it’s something like this. You could also use a fusible interfacing, Timtex or batting. I found that I really like this interfacing for the boxes. It gives it a nice shape, but is easy to work with.
2. Cut out your pieces as follows: Exterior: 1 – 15 x 15” Interior: 1 – 14-7/8” x 14-7/8” ** Interfacing/batting: 1 – 15 x 15”
**I like my interior to fit and not be so rumpled from too much fabric, so this is why I cut my interior slightly smaller. You could of course cut it the same size as your other two pieces.
3. Cut 4-1/2” squares from each corner of your exterior and interfacing. I stack these two together and cut each corner. It should look like a giant plus-sign when you’re finished.
4. Take your interior piece and fold it in half one direction and then in half the other direction, resulting in a 7-1/2” square. Lining up on the corner with no folds, cut a 4-1/2” square. Again, you should have a giant plus-sign once opened out.
Note: You could also just cut a 4-1/2” squares out of each corner, it just goes a bit faster this way. The reason I didn’t do this with the exterior + interfacing is because of the rigidity of the interfacing I used. If your working with a softer material, or fusible interfacing, you could do this for your exterior + interfacing (or batting) pieces. This is your call.
5. Fold opposite corners of the plus-sign to each other (as pictured) and pin along outer edges. Right sides of fabric together. Stitch with a 1/4” seam allowance. Open out and repeat for the opposite direction. (See photos below for more photo explanation.)
6. You will now sew your lining in the same manner. Essentially what you’re doing is sewing your sides together by sewing the sides that were created when you cut out that 4-1/2” square from Step 3.
7. With right sides together, nestle your exterior box inside of your interior.
Note: By “right sides together” I mean to have the fabric facing out on your exterior piece, and the fabric facing in on your interior piece.
8. Pin these two pieces together at the corner seams, making sure the seam allowances are facing opposite directions. This allows you to butt the seams together for a continuous seam from inside out. (See photo)
9. You’ll notice that there is a little gapping between your exterior and interior, this is because your two fabrics are slightly different in size. You will need to ease your fabrics together, but pulling slightly as you pin.
I suggest you start with a pin in the center, and then half way between that and your edge seam, as shown in the second picture above. Continue around the top until it’s all pinned. You can see I have LOTS of pins in that last picture.
10. Sew around your piece with a 1/4” seam allowance, leaving an opening on one side in the center to turn.
11. Pull your piece right side out.
12. Press along the top edge.
13. Edge stitch along top edge, approximately 1/8”.
You’re done! So after writing all of that out, it seems like a lot of directions for something really easy…but sometimes explaining takes a bit of time. I hope you’ll give it a try and share your creations in my
The Dog wonders why I take pictures of all my food
Your dream about a funny guy eating a sub sandwich at 4 am was real.Yes, that's me back in January! There's a dog (not pictured) watching me. When it's late at night or early morning and I have food, she magically shows up. It's kinda spooky sometimes when she rounds the corner in the middle of the night with the goal of eating my meal, but she's not a ghost, so I'm not too worried.
Inside a Subway sandwich
See what I'm eating
My Morning Triple Treat
I was looking for a way to feel happy
Wednesday morning. After stopping
at three fast-food restaurants, I found
what I wanted to eat and drink.
This photo wasn't at a restaurant.
How I wish they had a local food-court
with all the famous fast foods in the same location, with tables where people could eat... umm and people watch and stuff like that. I have no idea where the single, available young ladies in their 20's, 30's, 40'sare, but it would be fun to meet them while err...dining on burgers, fries, shakes, sodas, etc. I'm such a romantic guy. haha
It's Thursday. I think I'll buy an iced coffee, then come back and listen to a new music CD I bought at the store.That ought to help me get ready for Friday.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
66 Square Feet
Muisbosskerm
Muisbos (lit. mouse bush) is a shrub that grows on the West Coast. I think it is Lycium, but what species? Box thorn in English. Muisbosskerm, the West Coast institution, has walls made of dry muisbos, and a great sandy space inside where huge fireplaces cook fish, crayfish, skilpadjies (little tortoises) and pofadders (puffadders). More about those later. Don't worry. It'll be OK.Muisbosskerm is right on the beach and has no neighbours. It's just the sand and the sea. You are warned in their online literature and publicity leaflets, which blanket Lambert's Bay, to be prepared to spend 3 hours at dinner. But we were actually whizzed through the whole process in just over an hour. Far too fast given the variety of foods we ate. A little contemplation of each plate would have been a good thing, instead of being hustled like a foie gras goose from course to course.
We took our last bottle of chilled Prosecco with us. South Africa has a long standing and liberal attitude towards BYOB. Muisbos has cottoned on to corkage though, which is fine, given the wine choices on offer. We sat, a little chilly, at a picnic table outside above the beach, beside two Afrikaans couples tucking into their brandies and cokes, and puffing away on a relay of cigarettes. From the other side of the stoep came American voices. Caught between my worlds.
We popped our cork into the sunset and felt good, drinking the bubbly grape juice, and toasting our escape from the hell of the Lambert's Bay camp site.
This was our only moment of repose.
If things had happened more slowly, I would have tasted everything, but as it was, we were rushed from dish to dish and I could not bear to clutter my plates with too many ill-matching tidbits, so I edited, severely, and came away very happy with what looked like the starring items.
Never judge a book by its cover!
Dear readers,
By looking at the face on the right, can you tell if the man/women is good or bad? I wouldn’t want to even make a guess. Who am I to judge anyone anyway. How often have we heard the phrase, “never judge a book by its cover?” And yet more often than not, when we see someone or a scenario, we tend to take pleasure and jump in quickly to judge the person or the scenario. I guess it is only human nature and it takes years of practice before one can learn to see things in an objective manner.
.
..
...
Click to view this n you will understand what I'm trying to explain :
.
..
...
She really is an inspiration to all of us!
She so amazing!
She is awesome!
Just so fantastic!
.
..
...
I received this URL from my friend,Sun!
Once i click in i wasn't expected she has a great voice,
When she started i totally stun!
She gave me biggest surprise!
Ridiculous, Unbelievable
.
..
...
Finally, 47 years old Susan Boyle did it...*Congratulation,Clapz!*
.
..
...
....
Lyric:
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
.
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
.
..
Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.
.
Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.
.
..
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.
.
..
And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...
.
..And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...
.
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
Mark Your Calendar: Around the Bay This Weekend
* Olivia Park's Counting on Numbers at BellJar in San Francisco's Mission District. The opening reception runs from 6 to 9 p.m.
One speck of blood or tissue may be enough to diagnose cancer
A simple drop of blood or speck of tissue will be all that takes in order to diagnose cancers and assess their response to treatment, research suggests.
Researchers at Stanford University, California, have developed a machine that separates cancer-associated proteins by means of their electric charge, which varies according to modifications on the protein’s surface.
This new technology can be the end of classic surgical biopsy. The new method allows cancer proteins to be analysed in tiny samples
read more here
Sakkarah
Yo no soy yo. (Gracias, Catar)
"Yo no soy yo"
Soy este
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo;
que, a veces, voy a ver,
y que, a veces, olvido.
El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,
el que pasea por donde no estoy,
el que quedará en pie cuando yo muera.
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Soy este
que va a mi lado sin yo verlo;
que, a veces, voy a ver,
y que, a veces, olvido.
El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,
el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,
el que pasea por donde no estoy,
el que quedará en pie cuando yo muera.
Juan Ramón Jiménez
Juan Ramón Jiménez Poesía
sábado 18 de abril de 2009
Llenaste mis días...
Llenaste mis días de paquetes arcanos. Unos quedaron a medio abrir, otros cerrados tras el muro que construiste.
Intenté escalar, preocupada, en su búsqueda; y la impotencia me ha hecho retirar mi habitáculo a más distancia, allí donde encontré puertas y ventanas.
Donde todo estaba mudo, acudieron las aves, y la luz se hizo cargo de las sombras.
Hay un túnel ciego, del que tú tienes la llave, y como un fantasma, te asomas, miras, y partes; perdiéndote en lontanaza.
Te reconozco en la corriente helada que me encoje el alma, al recordar el corazón hermético que obvió verme asolada.
A pesar de todo, a mi ventana, acude la luz, siempre al alba.
Sakkarah
Arcano Luz túnel Fantasma
Intenté escalar, preocupada, en su búsqueda; y la impotencia me ha hecho retirar mi habitáculo a más distancia, allí donde encontré puertas y ventanas.
Donde todo estaba mudo, acudieron las aves, y la luz se hizo cargo de las sombras.
Hay un túnel ciego, del que tú tienes la llave, y como un fantasma, te asomas, miras, y partes; perdiéndote en lontanaza.
Te reconozco en la corriente helada que me encoje el alma, al recordar el corazón hermético que obvió verme asolada.
A pesar de todo, a mi ventana, acude la luz, siempre al alba.
Sakkarah
Arcano Luz túnel Fantasma
¿Te gustan...? (Gracias, PUBLI-C)
¿Te gustan las flores hechas polvo?
¿Te gusta un sueño irrealizable?
¿Eres de paja¿ ¿Eres de yeso?
¿Eres polvo, mas polvo enamorado?
Déjame decirte lo que eres, en un solo delirio
que rompa para siempre tus dolores.
Deja salir al aire un suave suspiro tuyo,
y llevaré mis energías hacia tu mar de amores.
Entonces todo el rojo llanto que me muestras,
será de pronto un lecho de purezas ya saciadas.
PUBLI-C
¿Te gusta un sueño irrealizable?
¿Eres de paja¿ ¿Eres de yeso?
¿Eres polvo, mas polvo enamorado?
Déjame decirte lo que eres, en un solo delirio
que rompa para siempre tus dolores.
Deja salir al aire un suave suspiro tuyo,
y llevaré mis energías hacia tu mar de amores.
Entonces todo el rojo llanto que me muestras,
será de pronto un lecho de purezas ya saciadas.
PUBLI-C
Poesía
Sandra...
He intentado varias veces dejarte un comentario en tu blog, incluso desde dos ordenadores diferentes, y me ha sido imposible. No sé si otras personas tendrán la misma dificultad.
No tenía un correo donde poder decírtelo, por eso te lo dejo aquí.
Porque vivió...
Porque vivió intensamente su vida,la hierba seca aún llama la atención de quien pasa.
Las flores simplemente florecen
y lo hacen lo mejor que pueden.
El lirio blanco en el valle, que nadie ve,
no necesita dar explicaciones a nadie:
vive solamente para la belleza.
Los hombres, no obstante, no pueden
convivir con el «solamente».
Si los tomates quisieran ser melones
se transformarían en una farsa.
Mucho me sorprende
que tanta gente esté ocupada
en querer ser lo que no es;
¿qué sentido tiene transformarse en una farsa?
Tú no necesitas fingir que eres fuerte.
No debes querer probar
siempre que todo va bien.
No puedes preocuparte con lo que otros
estarán pensando.
Llora si sientes necesidad,
es bueno llorar hasta agotar las lágrimas,
pues sólo entonces podrás volver a sonreír.
Mitsuo Aida
Fingir
viernes 17 de abril de 2009
Citas
En Egipto se llamaban las bibliotecas el tesoro de los remedios del alma. En efecto, curábase en ellas de la ignorancia, la más peligrosa de las enfermedades y el origen de todas las demás.
Jacques Benigne Bossuet
Los altavoces refuerzan la voz, pero no los argumentos.
Hans Kaspar
El amor es como la fiebre: brota y aumenta contra nuestra voluntad.
Stendhal
Huye de los elogios, pero trata de merecerlos.
Fenelón
El misterio es la mitad de la belleza.
Fagus
Jacques Benigne Bossuet
Los altavoces refuerzan la voz, pero no los argumentos.
Hans Kaspar
El amor es como la fiebre: brota y aumenta contra nuestra voluntad.
Stendhal
Huye de los elogios, pero trata de merecerlos.
Fenelón
El misterio es la mitad de la belleza.
Fagus
Citas proverbios
With or without you.
Cerrar música de fondo al final de la página
Mira la piedra en tus ojos
Mira la espina retorcida a tu lado
Yo te espero
Truco de manos y jugada del destino
En una cama de clavos ella me hace esperar
Y yo espero sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
A través de la tormenta nosotros llegamos a la orilla
Tu lo das todo pero yo quiero más
Y yo te estoy esperando
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Yo no puedo vivir
Contigo o sin ti
Y tú te entregas
Y tú te entregas
Y tú das
Y tú das
Y tú te entregas
Mis manos está atadas
Mi cuerpo herido, ella me tiene con
Nada que ganar y
Nada más que perder
Y tú te entregas
Y tú te entregas
Y tú das
Y tú das
Y tú te entregas
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Yo no puedo vivir
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Yo no puedo vivir
Contigo o sin ti
Contigo o sin ti
Letra de canción
Musica With without you
Va cayendo...
Va cayendo el manto del olvido,
el que todo lo cubre,
el que presiona e impele hacia delante.
Ya no recurro a la imagen del recuerdo.
Descansa el corazón que fue baqueteado ferozmente.
En la quietud los ojos admiran la luz.
Se escapó la neblina que siempre se hacia densa en el alma.
El recuerdo duerme bajo llave.
Hoy, incrédula paseo entre la dicha.
Oteo los lugares guardando el corazón.
Sakkarah
el que todo lo cubre,
el que presiona e impele hacia delante.
Ya no recurro a la imagen del recuerdo.
Descansa el corazón que fue baqueteado ferozmente.
En la quietud los ojos admiran la luz.
Se escapó la neblina que siempre se hacia densa en el alma.
El recuerdo duerme bajo llave.
Hoy, incrédula paseo entre la dicha.
Oteo los lugares guardando el corazón.
Sakkarah
Olvido
Gracias, Estrellita.
_________________$$$$$$$$$$
__________§§§_$$$_________$$$
_________§§§§§_______________$$
________§§§§§_________________$$
________$____§§_________________$
________$___§§_§§_______________$
________$$__§§_§§____$$_________$
_______$$$__§§_§§____$_________$
_______$$____§§§_____$_$$_____$$$
________$$_____§§___$$__$$___$$$$
_________$__________$____$$__$$__$$
_________$$_________$_____$$$$$___$$$
_________$$_________$______$$_$$____$$
__________$$$$$$____$_______$$_$_____$$$
___________$$$_$_$$$$$________$$_______$$
____________$$$_$_$_$$________$_$_______$$
___________$$$$______$$________$_$______$$
__________$$$$________$$_______$_$______$$
_________$$____________$$______$__$_____$$
________$$____$__________$$____$__$$$____$$
_______$$_____$_$__________$$__$____$$$___$$
_______$_____$$_$___________$$$______$$$$$
______$$_____$$$$____________$_$$
_ ____$$_____$$$______________$$
____$$____$$__________________$$
____$___$$$____________________$$
____$__$$_______________________$$
____$$$$_________________________$$
_____$$$___________________________$
_____$$_____________________________$
_____$____________________$___$_____$$
_____$_____________________$__$__$_$_$$
_____$_________________$_$_$_$_$$$$$$$$
_____$_________________$$$$$$$$$$$$$_$$$
__$$$$$_______________$$$$$_______$$$$$$$
$$_____$$_$$_________$$$$$____$_$$____$$$$
$$_____$$_$$__________$$$$____$_$$____$$$$
$$__________$$__$______$$$$$____$$$_$$$$$
__$$$$$_______$$_$$_$$_$$$$$_$______$$$$$
______$$$_____$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
________$$$_______$$
__________$$$$$$$$$
__________§§§_$$$_________$$$
_________§§§§§_______________$$
________§§§§§_________________$$
________$____§§_________________$
________$___§§_§§_______________$
________$$__§§_§§____$$_________$
_______$$$__§§_§§____$_________$
_______$$____§§§_____$_$$_____$$$
________$$_____§§___$$__$$___$$$$
_________$__________$____$$__$$__$$
_________$$_________$_____$$$$$___$$$
_________$$_________$______$$_$$____$$
__________$$$$$$____$_______$$_$_____$$$
___________$$$_$_$$$$$________$$_______$$
____________$$$_$_$_$$________$_$_______$$
___________$$$$______$$________$_$______$$
__________$$$$________$$_______$_$______$$
_________$$____________$$______$__$_____$$
________$$____$__________$$____$__$$$____$$
_______$$_____$_$__________$$__$____$$$___$$
_______$_____$$_$___________$$$______$$$$$
______$$_____$$$$____________$_$$
_ ____$$_____$$$______________$$
____$$____$$__________________$$
____$___$$$____________________$$
____$__$$_______________________$$
____$$$$_________________________$$
_____$$$___________________________$
_____$$_____________________________$
_____$____________________$___$_____$$
_____$_____________________$__$__$_$_$$
_____$_________________$_$_$_$_$$$$$$$$
_____$_________________$$$$$$$$$$$$$_$$$
__$$$$$_______________$$$$$_______$$$$$$$
$$_____$$_$$_________$$$$$____$_$$____$$$$
$$_____$$_$$__________$$$$____$_$$____$$$$
$$__________$$__$______$$$$$____$$$_$$$$$
__$$$$$_______$$_$$_$$_$$$$$_$______$$$$$
______$$$_____$$_$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
________$$$_______$$
__________$$$$$$$$$
jueves 16 de abril de 2009
El que no vive
Autor imagen: Adam AddisEl que no vive, siempre está al acecho, esperando encontrar algo mal que haya hecho el vecino de enfrente. Una vida intensa nos hace despreocuparnos de llevar la cuenta de otra vida. Eso no quita para que acudamos si alguien nos necesita, pero acudir a ayudar, y no acechar para sacudir...
Si de esta gente que está siempre cotilleando de otro, se pasara totalmente, se terminarían aburriendo; pero sucede que nos suele importar mucho lo que piensen los demás, y en el fondo nos gustaría agradar a todos. De eso se valen, porque notan que hacen daño.
Es tan fácil vivir y dejar vivir...Todos ganaríamos mucho más; pero parece que al ser humano le gusta llevar una vida complicada.
Sakkarah
Si de esta gente que está siempre cotilleando de otro, se pasara totalmente, se terminarían aburriendo; pero sucede que nos suele importar mucho lo que piensen los demás, y en el fondo nos gustaría agradar a todos. De eso se valen, porque notan que hacen daño.
Es tan fácil vivir y dejar vivir...Todos ganaríamos mucho más; pero parece que al ser humano le gusta llevar una vida complicada.
Sakkarah
digital scrap freebies
You Don't Scare Me October Desktop
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Jump ABC Kit - The "R" Papers - Rock and Roll
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
