Ramblings from the middle of the night…

still sporting the green flower face paint

It’s been since Tuesday (today is Friday) that we went to the Huntington Beach Library Festival of Folktales and Baby Bug got her face painted. She STILL will not let me wash the green flower off her cheek. I’ve resorted to sneakily trying to peel off one petal at a time but it’s not working. She runs away from me like I’m trying to peel her toe nails off or something.

I think she thinks the face paint is like fingernail polish and you have to leave it on until it wears off. She LOVES finger nail polish. Yes, I took her to a nail salon once (or twice or maybe five times) and let her get her nails painted. I know. I’m spoiling her rotten and I intend to stop that right now. But she loves it so much! It’s hilarious.

The other day we went to the grocery store and because half the parking lot was being repainted, we had to park way over in the back 40 next to a nail salon. Before I could even unbuckle her from her car seat, she was taking off her socks and shoes in anticipation. Which is sort of unexpected because it’s not like we had talked about going and it’s not like we had ever been there before. I guess she spied the giant painting of a dragon lady fingernail on the salon window and figured that was where we were headed. Which we weren’t. I always love to start off a trip to the grocery store with a tantrum over green fingernail polish. Good times.

I’ve been able to reason with her about her flower on her face with the bribe that I might paint another one on her face if she lets me wash this one off. She seems to think that’s okay and then even asks for a “red red rose like mommy’s” which is actually a big scab on my nose from a zit that I wouldn’t leave alone. Don’t you love kid’s interpretations? I have a red red rose on my nose. How sweet.

So far I have not gotten any cooperation out of her though. Discussions are one thing. Getting near her with the wash cloth is a whole other story. I may have to resort to pinning her down and ignoring the shrieks if it doesn’t wear off soon.

Thankfully, we had swimming lessons today and the one-two-three dunking sort of wore away at it a bit. I’m just afraid that the paint isn’t good for her. With all the paranoia about plastics these days, I’m thinking the puffy paint they used at the library can’t be that good. Who knows.

While I’m on the subject of face painters using puffy paint, how cool is that? I’ve been dying to have someone hire me to be a face painter for their kid’s birthday party (anyone? anyone?) and now I find out via the HB Library that you can skip that greasy stage paint and just use puffy paint?!! I didn’t get a chance to look at the bottles up close but they sure looked like the ordinary stuff you buy at a craft store. I’ll have to research that further.

face painting

So that’s my news. The Library festival was awesome. I have a little movie over here of the live entertainment (bad quality, sorry). I think all moms should check out their library’s summer event schedule and if your local library sucks coconuts like mine does, then skip over to Huntington Beach (if you’re local) and go to their events. A little birdy even told me they are giving away tickets to Legoland. Nothing to sniff at since Legoland tickets are SEVENTY BUCKS these days.

Seventy dollars! Who do they think they are? Disneyland?!! I don’t know. I haven’t heard that many great reviews for kids Baby Bug’s age but I’m dying to go anyway because I just love legos! My brother and I always played with them as kids. I think that was the one toy we agreed on. (Speaking of legos, my friend Deliajude had a lego birthday party for her son way back in March. Isn’t that a cool idea? I’ll have to save that away for my party site.)

The end.

Sewing Flop

the idea for a tent

So I had this crazy idea to make a tent that would fit over Baby Bug’s old crib. She doesn’t sleep in her crib (even though we took the side railing off it and she could if she wanted to). It just sits in her room taking up space and collecting stuffed animals. We don’t want to get rid of it yet or even disassemble it (if it would even make it through another disassemble and reassemble) because we keep hoping I’ll get pregnant and there will be another baby in the house.

However, the years tick by and the crib just gets in the way—especially now that our art-supply collection is taking over the other side of the room and giving me many organization nightmares. The crib is just an eyesore. But what can we do with it?

Baby Bug does like to play in it. In fact, it is her own personal trampoline. She is constantly scrambling up and down into it and play-acting out some tragedy with her stuffed animals taking nose-dives off the edge.

I thought maybe I could make a tent that would go over the top of it and it could be a little play house for her. This way it would look less crib-like and I wouldn’t have to resent it so much for taking up space and reminding me that I am still not pregnant.

So I pulled out the old fabric that I used to cover my couch before The Great Couch Cover and set to sewing. And that is where things sort of went down hill. I don’t know. I think my good luck with the couch cover was just beginner’s luck. Sewing is a pain in the you-know-where! It takes too long and it never turns out how you expect.

Which brings me to something I’ve been thinking about. If you can see it in your head, can you create it? That is the question.

I once got to talking to a musician about music and how to play a song by ear. He said, “If you can hear the song in your head, then you can play it.” This may not be true for all people but it is somewhat true for me. I’m no talented musician by far but I can usually plunk out any tune I hear, one finger at a time on the piano. The guitar is a whole other story but a piano is pretty logical since the notes are all in a row. Anyway….the same thing sort of rings true for artwork. If I can visualize a drawing in my head, I usually can draw it.

I know you are not believing me on this but hear me out. Let’s pick the hardest example: a horse. I cannot draw a horse because I do not know what a horse looks like. I mean, I know a horse has a long mane and four legs and a tail etc but I don’t really know the anatomy of a horse. Their legs bend backwards at the knee or something weird and when my brain tries to fill what those lines would look like around the knee area, the picture in my head starts to get fuzzy. So that’s why if I drew a picture of a horse it would probably look like crap.

So my theory is this: if you have enough patience and you really pay attention to the picture you see in your head, then you should be able to draw it. A lot of pictures are too much trouble. Who wants to focus on drawing all the spokes in a bicycle tire for instance? But other things like a simple silly cartoon monster are pretty easy for someone like me. I think this could be true for a lot of people but it does involve turning off the left side of your brain which can be a bit tricky, especially if you like to know how to add and subtract numbers.

Anyway, back to my sewing story. I thought if I could draw my tent idea, then I could sew it. And maybe I still can. It’s just taking a lot more patience than I was willing to invest.

climbing in

I sewed it together and it looked like crap. I cut my slit for the door and the whole structural integrity of the entire tent sagged and collapsed on itself. This is actually because I didn’t have enough fabric for the back panel. The back panel is only six inches where it should be 24 or so. Once you cut a slit in the front panel, there is not enough tautness in the fabric to hold it in place. I’m not really explaining that very well but just imagine it falling in on itself like soft bubble gum and you’ll pretty much have the idea.

So I sewed my door slit back up and called it a day. Maybe I’ll make a trip to the fabric store another day and give it another try. Or maybe it will just go down in history as one of those projects that flopped. I figure I’m always bragging about the successful projects on this blog, I might as well share a flop or two too.

Maybe there is somebody out there who really can sew what they see. If so, you are more than welcome to steal my idea. My only request is that you share photos with me when you’re done.

BB in her "tent"

Anyway, all that really matters is whether Baby Bug likes it.

Baby Bug’s Tent from secretagentjo on Vimeo.

Which she does.