Leatherworking

My first trial leather project was to make a cover for my sketch book. I say was, but it's still not finished. It's getting oiled right now. Marty says that if I were to put my sketch book in it before the oil dried, the whole thing could catch on fire due to the finishing oil. Crazy. This is after I cut it to shape and shaped the back and sides. I was more or less successful at copying the design from my book to the leather. My knife blade is too large, for one…
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June Projects

Marty and I have decided to get into leatherworking. Marty's very keen on the idea of making leather bags and holders for things that don't need them. Heh. I must admit the idea scares me, if only because it seems too much like sewing, and I'm terrible at sewing. However, after two days of work, Marty whipped up a holster for Kai's knife, and now it seems much more possible: I intend (and I say that with reservations) to get to work on a tooled leather sketch book for myself, and perhaps a sketchbook cover…
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Some things from June

  Jack's hair is getting crazier and crazier. I intend to cut it, but you know how that is. Especially now that Marty's about due for a haircut as well. Meanwhile, it makes for great fun when a fan is involved. One of my easy meals. Overnight focaccia bread with parmesan. My Goodwill find of the month! I luff trees, and the roots on this thing are commendable. When we went back to Texas in early May, we all crowded around my grandparents' storage shed that's been on our property for fifteen years. We had great…
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Snuggling with boys

We're still recovering from our glorious month of visiting with family and friends. We must be, if Marty feels the need to take a nap. I love naps. While I don't get one more than once or twice a week, and usually only a nice ten minute resetting nap, Jacobsons don't usually take naps. At least, the ones here in Atlanta don't. And no wonder, if this is what happens when they do: It's rather like a bunch of maggots. Crawling all over a piece of meat.   If Dad won't wake up, one should…
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Communication, yeah…

We just got back from Texas. It was a wonderful visit. You can see us looking pretty cool right here: Yep. We look awesome. I'm looking forward to seeing more family and MELODY next week. Yay! While I'm on the topic of family.... My husband is terribly, terribly diplomatic. You have no idea. Getting any sort of criticism out of him is like pulling teeth with no anesthetic. (Side note: Marty used to get his teeth filled with no anesthetic. Who does that?!) I usually don't really need confirmation of a bad hair day, so…
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Tiny books

I've been making some tiny books. The two blue ones are carved out of bone, the brown one out of tagua nut. From 2012.04.29 - Carvings from April             The largest one is about an inch and a quarter tall, and the smallest almost an inch. I'm hoping Marty will machine a triangular piece of copper or brass with a ring attached to glue on the outside corner. I decided drilling a hole would be futile.
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When the cats are away the mice will play.

Or: What Jack does in the evening while the other boys are in bed. Sometimes if he doesn't seem tired, I don't put him to bed with the other boys, and generally he stays up with me while I clean the kitchen and afterwards, while I (or Marty) read for a few minutes before one or the other of us head out to the shop. Last night, I brought out the box of cars and closed all the doors leading to the boys' room. If I don't, he likes to retrieve books, investigate the car…
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The lovely joys of potty training

  Ah yes, potty training. How I dislike it. My Mom had a pretty comprehensive technique that involved feeding the willing subject any liquid they would swallow, and then sitting them on the toilet all day, with movie or book distraction as needed. It seemed to work quite well. All the rest of us kids were very happy whenever those special times occurred (which was fairly often, when you have as many siblings as I have), because M&M's tended to flow like a sparkling stream, and somehow, we all managed to poach our share. However,…
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