EASY FABRIC FLOWER PINS

(These are so easy to make, I'm not even going to put up directions. But if you need more to go on than the photos, feel free to ask in a comment or email me!)

Remember the Cuff Bracelets I've been working on? ( Cuff Bracelets) Well, I was working on them one day, when it occurred to me that fabric flowers would look good on them. I did several that way, and had a row of the flowers lying on the counter, waiting to be attached to the bracelets. Suddenly, they seemed to present themselves to me as complete in themselves, not just as components for something else. Pins!, I thought. They could be pins, too!

And now they are, several dozen of them. Here are some of the ones I've finished while on this Arizona trip:

On another note, this is our last afternoon here. We'll leave for Oregon early tomorrow morning, something I have rather mixed feelings about. It's warm here. I'm outside every day. I even have what is for me a tan--something that approaches a color other people start out with. (I am such a white woman!) I love it. Of course, when summer hits, it will be miserable hot, but not yet.

It's still cold and rainy back home. As much as I miss the people there, friends and family, I do not miss being cold. I keep reminding myself that the spring flowers will probably be blooming like crazy. I should play Dorothy, and click my ruby flip-flops together three times, intoning, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like ho...."

Prickly Pears and Bracelets

Well, I managed two mishaps getting these photos, both entirely my fault.

First, I was woefully careless with my body while taking the pictures. The result of that was several minutes spent picking a virtual hairbrush of cactus spines out of my knee. Prickly pears may be beautiful, but they are terribly unfriendly.

Second, when I transferred the pictures from my camera to the laptop, I renamed them, and then deleted them from the camera card. Imagine my dismay when the transferred photos would not open! I'd forgotten to add the .jpg suffix to the new file names. Thank goodness, all I had to do was rename them, adding the suffix on. Presto!
Good as new, and a lesson learned, to boot.

These are photos of the white bracelets I've been talking about. Although they closely resemble each other, they are not identical. I rarely have multiples of the vintage buttons I use in them, but tried hard to find five of each, and when I couldn't, I used similar buttons. Same thing with the beads. But since I went through such difficulties getting the photos at all, I'm going to put more than one of them up here, free for nothing gratis!

Friday Fence Post #16

And now, a Friday Fence Post, posted, as has been my terrible habit of late, days later, but dated as though I did it on time. Bad Ani! Bad! (Honestly, I had the pictures, but by the time Bob and I got home from our afternoon cruise of Canyon Lake, we were both exhausted, and I completely spaced out both my internet to-dos--a Blog Carnival post for my http://www.etsy.com team, Etsy Bloggers, and the Friday Fence Post I'd been planning. Having to walk four blocks to get to an internet connection in a busy laundromat doesn't help, either.)

Without further excuses, some fences I've found interesting:

CACTUS, CACTI....

I was lying in bed this morning, half awake, thinking about the pictures I'd taken of cacti yesterday, when it occurred to me how odd the English language is. It isn't the first time I've had that thought, of course, but new words had prompted it.

How, I wondered, did we come to have 'I' for the singular person, and 'us' for a group of people, and then end up with 'cactUS' for one spiny plant, and 'cactI' for two or more? It's one of those imponderables, I guess.

I also wonder how something so inherently dangerous to the soft-shelled human can be so beautiful, especially in blossom. I will leave the solution to that to God and scientists, though, and simply focus the camera.

Like a chenille bedspread, only less comfortable




Sheer pointy-lism




Strawberry cream, with sugar



Follicle me!



The view at the top




Spring green barrel



The original matrix



It really was this color!





Juxtaposition


Dots and whorls


Tic Tac Wow

CATERPILLARS AND BUTTERFLIES

There was one stretch of highway we drove through, getting to Mesa, that was thick with insects. Big insects. We couldn't tell what they were, but they were big enough to be seen as we drove through the cloud of winged things, and the spatters they left on the windshield were as large in diameter as small apricots, and the color of bright mustard.





"What on earth are they?" we both wondered aloud, and with no small measure of disgust.

We stopped for gas a while later, and Bob decided he'd better clean off the windshield. As he did that, he noticed something stuck in the front grill of the RV. Bending, he retrieved a small, brightly colored carcas, wings tattered, but still beautiful.

Imagine our dismay:




Later, I wondered if we'd have felt the same remorse if we'd driven over that many caterpillars. I think we wouldn't have, which is both sad and strange.

"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it will be a butterfly."

I think we need to remember that when we deal with people, especially children, but with adults, too.

PARK SALE FUN

We picked the right week to be here. In my opinion, anyway. This is the week the RV park has its park-wide patio sale. I was up and ready for it when it started, and to my surprise, so was the husband unit. We got on our bikes, and wound our way from street to street, down one, and up the other, looking for the patio sales.

I was on a quest. The only thing keeping me from finishing those five white button-stack bracelets was a shortage of white beads. I needed only ten, and I had that many, but they weren't, somehow, just the right ones.

Of course, if it has beads on it, I'm going to look, whatever the color. I'm not nuts. Or maybe I'm just not that focused, that I could pass up pretty beads just because they weren't exactly what I was supposed to be looking for.

This is what I ended up with, after perusing all the sales:

Just look at those gorgeous green beads! And the lime-olive greens of the hoop earrings. The copper, silver, and pink-centered earrings, I'll wear, but the rest of the jewelry I'll take apart. The white earrings contain all the white beads I need, and more, including what appears to be four swarovki crystals.

And the entire lot cost me a total of $4.50! Oh, I do love garage sales.

I also got myself a darling little housedress or nightie, totally vintage, and cute, and very lightweight cotton. That was a whopping fifty cents. I'll see if I can't get a photo of it tomorrow.

CRAFTING ON THE ROAD

Well, we've been on the road for five days now, and here in Arizona since Wednesday evening. We're beginning to feel settled in, which is nice, since Willie thought we'd just be able to drive in and find a spot to park the RV. Turns out this is still the busy season, and in addition to that, the office was closed when we arrived, and the security guy was on his rounds.

We drove around until we found an empty space, and parked in it. To our surprise and dismay (who plans these places?!) our electric cord wouldn't reach the outlet. Bob did the only thing he could think of, and reparked between the two spaces, and hooked up to the "wrong" outlet. I went in search of the security guy (TSG), and finally got him by hiking out the half mile to the park entrance and calling the emergency number. As it would happen TSG was very near our impromptu pick, but NO nO No we couldn't park there. He led us to a space that was actually open, but it was another one where the cord wouldn't reach. By that time, it was well after dark. We were tired. We had no lights, and no water, and no way to fix dinner. We gave up, and went to bed.

We got our permanent spot the next day, and the cords reached, and set-up was easy. Aaaaah. Here's our old rig, home for the next two weeks:

Can you see the heat? It's a pretty comfortable 88 degrees here. I am branded a furriner by the milky white glow of my legs and arms, but that will surely change. No sun screen so far, and no burn, either. I figure it's too late to protect my skin from wrinkles, so I might as well toast it brown!

Enough of that. This entry is titled, "Crafting from the Road", so I'd better write about that!

First of all, you haven't lived until you've tried to string seed beads in a moving RV. At freeway speeds. On bad roads. Really, really bad roads. You know how they say, "So-and-so looks like five miles of bad roads"? These bad roads would've made those bad roads look good. I'm not kidding. There were times when the only thing I could do to keep everything from flying clean out of the RV window (which was closed, but it wouldn't have mattered) was to lay my forearms down on as much as they'd cover and hold on for dear life. Rubber mats are miraculous, but even they weren't doing the trick.



I finally came up with this:

The open ring beads I use for some bracelets kept the head pins, with their ten different styles of beginnings, from jouncing around and getting jumbled. Laying them out on the things-won-'t-move-around-on-this-surface mats only worked up to a point, though, so I did this:





Most of the time, I worked at the little table that sits just behind the front passenger seat in the RV. (Not to worry. Its chair has a seat belt, too.) Here's my home-away-from-home setup:





As you can see from the photo, there are five white button-stack bracelets nearing completion. The thing that's stopping me is a shortage of matching white beads. I hope to rectify that tomorrow. There's a park-wide patio sale tomorrow, and I'm hoping to score some jewelry of the white bead variety. (Bob and I rode our bikes around about half the park a bit ago, and a lot of people look like they're setting up to sell. There are something like 700 spaces here, so there could be lots to look at by morning--fun!)