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13 March

How we made an earring hanger

Earring HangerES has pierced ears so ES has ear­rings.  When you have more than a few pieces there is always that prob­lem of what to do with them so that they can be both orga­nized and eas­ily found.  I wanted some­thing that would secure ear­rings indi­vid­u­ally so that they would stay orga­nized if it fell or was moved. I wanted to be able to hang it and most impor­tantly I wanted to make it with stuff I had at home.  This is what I came up with:

Total work time: about an hour  (if kids help)


  • (1) Wooden child’s hanger with hanger grooves and a bot­tom bar.  You can also use an adult hanger if you want some­thing big­ger.  I would stay away from plas­tic but a sturdy metal would work.  If you choose to use the wire hang­ers from the drycleaner I would use 2 or 3 together and wrap them in strips of cloth or ribbon.
  • (1) Sheet of plas­tic mesh at least the width of your hanger
  • Rib­bon or cord­ing at least 10 times the length of your plas­tic mesh
  • Beads with holes that can fit onto your cord or ribbon
  • Scis­sors

What to do:

  1. If you have not already cut the plas­tic mesh to the width of the hanger do that now.
  2. Cut your cording/ rib­bon in to  (4) lengths equal to 8.5 times the length of your plas­tic mesh
  3. Weave the cording/ribbon through the plas­tic mesh leav­ing about a quar­ter length at the bot­tom.  Along the side go up theclose-up view row clos­est to the edge the entire length of the mesh, over the bot­tom bar, over the groove notch and back down again.  Cross the cord­ing before you get to the bot­tom bar then take it the oppo­site way over the bot­tom bar than you went on the way. Make it tight so the mesh doesn’t slide back and forth.  Weave the rib­bon back down the plas­tic mesh in the row right next to the row you used before.  If you want to use beads slide them onto both strands of the cord.  Knot. Repeat on other edge.
  4. Divide the remain­der of the mesh into at least thirds.  I used fifths. Use the remain­der of the ribbon/cording to go up and down those lines loop­ing it around the bot­tom bar of the hanger, knot­ting, then con­tin­u­ing the weave down the next line.  Add the beads to the bot­tom (or not)and knot.

Done.  Or…

I added ES’s name to the top of hers with stick­ers since I also made one for each of my nieces.  At the time ES was too lit­tle with too short of an atten­tion span to do all of the weav­ing but beads on a string she could do.   I used rain­bow col­ored beads at the bot­tom because I was look­ing for a way to include ES and work on her col­ors.  We sorted our pony beads by color then ES strung them on.  When we put her ear­rings on we sorted them by color to match the beads.  The lit­tle mesh bag in the pic­ture is where we keep extra ear­ring backs.

We’ve used it for years and it works great– ear­rings stay put and there is room for a few neck­laces, bracelets, a watch and even a few rings.

30 January

sleeping on books, the 1st convert

ES and H Sleep­ing on books

We’re hav­ing a sleep­over tonight.  Noth­ing unusual… din­ner, video, bath, books, bed, ran­dom rustlings, sleep.  But then there they were, side my side, curled up together with their sleep­ing heads on books.  ES rest­ing on Lady­Bug Girl, a revived favorite, and a gift from her Papa J.  H, on Up, Up it’s Apple Pick­ing Time.

Way to spread the word, ES.  Way to take care of the lit­tle ones.

28 January

Sleeping on books

My chil­dren are ter­ri­ble sleep­ers.  They are now and they always have been.  As my sister’s chil­dren pass out on their own for long after­noon naps and again at a rea­son­able night­time hour my chil­dren linger on. Rou­tines, hours out­side hard at play, nap removal– noth­ing has helped.  I’m stick­ing with the rou­tine and hop­ing they catch on.  I don’t know what else to do. Right now G sits in his bed read­ing, fid­get­ing, and wait­ing for any­thing but sleep to happen.

Sleeping at last

Sleep­ing at last

ES has night ter­rors.  Not so long ago she would wake up in the mid­dle of the night, eyes open, scream­ing, talk­ing or cry­ing about some­thing that made no sense.  Some­times she would be walk­ing around.  It was so con­fus­ing until we fig­ured out that she was still asleep.  Then it all made sense.  I have those crazy dreams and I have as far back as I can remem­ber.  They are vivid, in color and I remem­ber them when I wake up.  They seem more tem­pered now but maybe it’s because I bet­ter under­stand what they are. Maybe it’s just because I’ve sorted out a way to cope. When I was lit­tle my mother told me that hav­ing dreams was just like watch­ing TV– that if you didn’t like what was on all you had to do was turn the chan­nel.  You turn the chan­nel flip­ping over your pil­low.  I know I did it and it com­forted me so I told ES. She’s a believer.  I heard her telling G that he didn’t need to be wor­ried about bad dreams because all he had to do was turn over his pil­low and the scary things would go away.

Last week I thought ES has fallen asleep read­ing and passed out on the open book rest­ing on her pil­low.  I go to remove it but she pops up and starts fran­ticly telling me that she needs it so that she won’t have bad dreams.  Appar­ently, if she sleeps with her head on a book she only has good dreams.  Okay.  Cleaver.  Who told her?  She says: “No one told me. One night I fell asleep on a book by acci­dent and that night I had good dreams.“  So, tonight, ES is asleep in her room on The Greedy Bee.

Maybe they are more phys­i­cally or men­tally exhausted when we travel but some­how the kids sleep bet­ter on the road.  Although my kids never had a favorite stuffed thing they car­ried every­where, I always pack a blan­ket of some sort in their back­pack.   I think it com­forts them to have their own smelly thing to cud­dle up to as the drift off to sleep. Plus it’s nice to have on a cold, ques­tion­able clean, air­plane, or train.  I guess now though I will also have to make sure we have a book.  I hope size doesn’t mat­ter.  I won­der if a mag­a­zine will work?  As always… what­ever it takes.

Sweet dreams everyone.

26 January

The kids

G and ES @ Audubon Zoo, NOLA 2009

I am still con­sumed with under­stand­ing Word­Press and all of it’s Wid­gets and Plu­g­ins but it is time to begin writ­ing.  I’ll begin by intro­duc­ing my chil­dren, my travel com­pan­ions.  I’ll also warn you about my ques­tion­able use of punctuation.

Wak­ing up in the morn­ing is rea­son enough for my five year old ES to get fancy… the only thing bet­ter than one tutu is two… and some jew­els… and maybe a purse… and a hat… and, of course, some shiny shoes.   Any kind of appro­pri­ate out­door footwear com­pletely offends her sense of style.  Thank good­ness she’ll trek out­side in that tutu, kick of her shoes and roll around in a pile of leaves, climb a tree or bury her­self in the sand­box.  She’ll write, draw or sing songs she makes up for hours on end… unless she’s plan­ning a party. And, like all fancy girls, she dreams of being a bal­le­rina and/or a princess– as long as she doesn’t have to get mar­ried because boys are gross… espe­cially if you have to kiss them… and you have to kiss if your mar­ried so bet­ter not to risk it.  Who am I to argue with that kind of logic?

G is my lit­tle Turkey Bird… a boy in a house full of females stug­gling to be under­stood.   Okay, so I don’t think he really notices. He goes on about about his busi­ness con­fi­dent to do his own thing. Happy to ignore the obvi­ous silli­ness of being a girl unless it can be turned into an oppor­tu­nity to annoy one.  Fun is being out­side, meat, cars, balls and Layla, our Weimaraner. The other day he saw a Gym­boree ad with boys play­ing Lacrosse.  It is now his obses­sion.  I tried my default excuse: “You have to be 5 to.… play Lacrosse.” But he is not buy­ing it.  He wants to prac­tice till he’s 5.  I love it!  Do they even make lacrosse sticks that small?  I guess I’m going to find out. Yeah sports!

EllaSophia, Griffin, Sebastian, Helen and Layla the dog

ES, G, S, H and Layla our dog

I have 2 chil­dren but I have 4 at some point most days– my sister’s chil­dren: H, only 9 days older than G, and S who is 2. From the time they were born they have seen each other almost every day.  So, my sis­ter and I have 4 kids: ES(5), the twins H and G(3), and Sebas­t­ian (2).  They fight amongst them­selves but pro­tect each other from all per­ceived out­side threats– be it angry swan or mean peo­ple.  ES is their leader and she takes her job very seri­ously. Recently the twins, in their own secret lan­guage,  have begun stag­ing coups to over­throw the dic­ta­tor­ship but so far the upris­ings have been supressed.  H, is out faith­ful reporter, leav­ing no story untold. S still doesn’t have much to say but he’s going to be trou­ble– already real­iz­ing the power of cute and ES.   They are our rain­bow coali­tion and I love it!