My Dog collars are slowly making their way into the shop today, I am so excited. Etsy has been good to me, I haven’t had the time to market much yet, but have already had 5 sales. What a rush that was! I can’t imagine how the sellers who have hundreds of sales feel, hopefully it isn’t one of those great feelings that fades after it happens so often.
Here is the first ad for the Mimi collars, yes I realize that I spelled Cecilia’s name wrong in the listing, and yes I feel pretty stupid. At 7 am this morning that seemed the logical way to spell it, at 10 I realized that I was so wrong, but it was too late to change it by then. Good thing Cessie doesn’t know how to read, she would have her feelings real hurt.
The husband says it is a bit "scrap bookie" which is probably good since I used digital scrap booking software to create this! I think it looks cool, makes me wish that humans wore collars cause I think I’d be smashing in this one (but not as Cute as Etta is looking in it)
This weekend Noah decided that he wanted to learn to sew. He was insistent that using a sewing machine "didn’t look that hard" which made me mad a first till I realized that it was probably a compliment that he thinks I sew with such ease. I finally got him to settle on making those shapes with plastic beads that you melt together with an iron– you know which ones I mean?We went to Joann’s together, so much fun. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do with my kids since I have two boys. He also bought a Hannah Montana pillow that he is going to ‘kid sew’ and a sunflower grow kit.
Well by the end of the night he had big ideas. He told us that he is going to start a web site and sell these treasures on-line. When I asked him what people could use them for, he said that he is going to attach them to blankets, collars, make a mobile out of them. I wanted to giggle, both at how funny he was and how cute I found his sense of entrepreneurship, but I didn’t. If I know one thing about Noah it is that he doesn’t like to be laughed at. I explained to him how he needs to make his product stand out from the rest, how he needs to make people want to buy it. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was making even bigger plans, I could see it in his bright eyes.
And then, at that moment, I was taken back to my childhood. My grandma had me sewing with her right out of the womb and by the time I was Noah’s age I also had some big plans. At the time I was crocheting baby bottles that held a bottle of baby powder, if you can imagine this in your head, see the nipple bending back to reveal the holes int he top of the powder. I then carefully weaved a ribbon in the middle of the bottle, for decoration and to distinguish if this should belong to a boy or a girl.
My step mother owned a boutique for babies in town, in fact it was called Baby’s Boutique. It was a high end resale shop in a pretty fancy shopping center, I didn’t realize at the time what a very cool shop it was. But, I did see the opportunity for a business of my own. I would make hundreds of these baby bottle powder holders and I would sell them in her shop. And I would make so much money, I mean they were $3.00 each and I would sell thousands of them.
She was nice enough to let me put them up on the counter where people checked out. Week after week past with no sales. I couldn’t figure out why no one wanted these goodies. I mean, they were so super cute, and the idea was funny, it was a bottle that was actually powder! At the time it didn’t occur to me that they had absolutely no function at all, I was just so proud of myself that I had made all these on my own. My mom and my grandma were proud of me too and kept encouraging me to make more of them, make different things– just keep creating.
So I did. And every Christmas, up in till last year, my family got gifts that I had spent the year trying to perfect. This has gone on for probably 22 years now.
In the years between the baby bottle debacle and now, I have been a bit scared to put my work out there in the world again. I only got the courage again after my family and friends told me that people would buy the things that I am making, that they had good form and function.
It is super cool to see Noah having the same thoughts that I did. I can only hope that my newest endeavor takes off and really works so that I can be inspirational to my boys, so that they can see that it can be done.
Most likely Noah will never sell any of his plastic race-car adorned blankets or collars, but I hope that this is just a seedling in his brain that will someday grow into a million dollar idea.
Mace Windu hopes so too.
Grand opening!!! Mimi Green Fabrics is now open for business!
In honor of how excited I am that this shop is opening, I am offering free shipping.
I just had the idea for this today. I figure that I order all of this fabric 15 yards at a time– way more than I need just for myself. And how did I get to this point? Out of frustration really. Amy Butler fabric isn’t sold ANYWHERE in Albuquerque. I got to thinking how I must not be the only one out there who has no access to her beautiful prints, so Mimi Green Fabrics was born. And I decided not to draw out the maturation of this shop, like I have with Mimi Green. I hope it can be of use to some of you out there!
I am so excited to get to share this with everyone. I can’t tell you how close I am to being able to stay home with Auggie and Noah, and really, there is no better way to get to do that except for this.
And I promise, by this time next week Mimi Green will be up and running also so you can see what I have been making with all this gorgeous fabric!
I see some things that I could have done differently, but at 11pm, this was all I had in me. I got the instructions here from Lori Marie at little pretty things.
And little Cecilia, well she has never been so happy. Next time , a doggie coat.
I have wanted a pug since I can remember. When we were trying to decide if it was time for a new baby I told Dan that it was a dog or a baby. I had it in my head that I wanted to either cuddle a baby or a wrinkly little pug. Dan made us get a black Lab. Needless to say, we had a baby.
Auggie turned 6 months on Wednesday and I still wanted a pug. I should have just told Dan that I wanted a baby AND a pug, but after talking to NM pug rescue, I found out that it wasn’t too late.
Meet Cecelia Miller. We are calling her Cessie.
Oh, she makes Auggie so happy. Well, she isn’t ours to keep, we are just fostering her for the rescue who right now has 14 pugs in need of a home. I met up with the NM Pug organizer, Kelly, yesterday at NM Animal Humane and got to take this baby girl home after she had surgery to remove a growth on her arm
You wouldn’t even know that she was cut into yesterday, she is so happy to be here and has already made herself at home. Me, well, I am gonna have a hard time giving her back to be put up for adoption. She is already sporting a Mimi Green original design…
I made her this collar this morning and was going to embroider her name on it until I realized that her new owners might change it. I want her to take this with her so she can remember her foster momma.
Plus I think the beautiful blue buttons will make her feel better from her surgery, along with the blue striped bed and baby blue leash that I bought her yesterday. I also bought an insane amout of treats, Chicken Soup for the Dog’s Soul canned food, and Paul Newman peanut butter pieces. Noah says that I am going to spoil her.
What is sad is that her daughter was picking on her at the rescue and from the looks of her apparently not letting her eat or drink. Good thing our lab, Etta, is being very generous.
You can see her stitches in this one, they aren’t pretty. Poor girl.
Sewing the collar was super simple. I will be putting up a tutorial for it soon, I think I’ll make one for each one of the pugs at NM Pug Rescue. Click here for the link to them, but don’t blame me if you instantly fall in love.
Yesterday I told everyone that I work with that manatees are invisible in the wild. Yup, I said it and everyone believed me. And where did I hear this factoid? From my good friend Chad. He was apparently making a joke about how he went on a Manatee tour in Florida this past weekend and how he saw no manatees. I saw the photos and took it literally, I mean how would I have known, there was even a picture of Captain Jack, the invisible manatee tour guide.
After Internet researching for 30 minutes, my boss Doug alerted us to the fact that manatees are not ever invisible, not even in the wild. At least that is what the interwebs told him. I proceeded to defend myself by showing all of them Chad’s photos of invisible manatees and the shadows these gigantic mammals cast. "Look," I said. "This clealy says that manatees are invisible except for in captivity." Boy did we call have a good laugh at me when Doug pointed out that he thought that Chad was joking.
Here is the picture that I printed out for my cube of the invisible manatee, it is the one below the photo of Jim Henson’s puppets from the Labyrinth.
Here are some more facts about manatees that you might not know:
1. The average adult manatee is about three meters (9.8 feet) long and weighs between 362-544 kilograms (800-1,200 pounds).
2.There are approximately 3,000 West Indian manatees left in the United States.
3. Manatees can live 60 years or more.
4. Manatees are pregnant for a year. This is what I attribute their slow decline to. If I had to be pregnant for 12 months or face the demise of my species, I can’t say that I would take one for the team. We’d be goners.
Speaking of procreating, Auggie is turning 6 months next week. Here is a sneak peak at the present I am making for him….
Yes, almost six months have gone by. Nuts how fast it goes.
One good thing about working at a news distribution service on Christmas night was that I had 10 hours of uninterrupted time to do whatever I wanted.
And look what I did.
My aunt Lisa finally had her baby on the 23rd and she gave her a name the 25th — Sofia Louise after my grandma. So night before last I sat in my cubicle with my embroidery hoop and a jar full of thread sewing away.
All went well till it was time to go home and assemble the bib. Apparently staying awake all day Tuesday and then coming to work and staying up all night wasn’t good for my motor skills. It took me near 4 hours to make the bias trim, sew it on and wrap the gift up.
But here is my favorite part—
It has arm holes so that she can’t move it and accidentally get her shirt dirty. I know how important this feature is as Auggie will remove any article of clothing that isn’t tied onto him. And even then its likely that he will get it off, but that is another blog for a different day…
On the way to see her it occurred to me that there was a way easier strategy to making the bib. I hate how I over think things sometimes. I just need to remember that this was the prototype. I’ll make her another one when I get the recipe down pat, not that she notices my sloppy stitching and uneven bias work, but still. Her parents must have thought I was drunk when I made it. Yes, it was that bad.
Sofia is super cute as you can see from this picture of the back of her head. Meanwhile, I am super tired looking, but I swear it isn’t as bad as it looks. I am getting quite a bit of sleep which was confirmed when my aunt told me that she was up with a crying Sofia all night long. That has yet to happen to me with Auggie.
Thank God for small miracles.
In the wake of my 26th birthday (Sat, yahoo!) I have flown into reflection mode. How things have changed this year. If I would have made predications based on my state this time last year, I would have said that the year was going to be horrible.
Au contrer mon ami.
If all the years in my life were in competition for who was the best thus far, 2007 would win. Here is why:
1. Auggie was born.
I cried an awful lot last December. I had the baby blues somthing bad and no puppy or $500 esspresso machine or new furniture could make it stop. I really tried to bandaid it though.
In January I found out that I was pregnant. Next to my wedding day, this was the happiest day of my life.
It literally feels like a miricle that Auggie, only one short year later, is here— flesh and blood here. I didn’t think that he existed, not this year or any year. And not only has he made an appreance, but he is amazing. He is perfect. He is all mine.
2. I quit smoking.
Woohoo! I will live to be a very tawdry version of myself and damn my skin will look good. More importanly, I will be around to teach the grandkids about the importance of drinking good coffee, creating every day, and the power in buying handmade.
Oh, and I get to see Dan as an old man. he he.
3. I fell in love with my husband all over again.
Wasn’t sure that we were going to make it through the first year of marriage, but we did it and are way more crazy about each other than ever before. No pain no gain, eh?
He lets me be me. And he like me too. Couldn’t get any better than that.
4. We moved into an amazing house and got really cool jobs.
Love the new pad– there is so much room for all of us now. I must point out that the decorator was impecable. 🙂
Both Dan and I work as editors, he during the day and I at night. It works out perfectly. Noah and Auggie always have one of us home and what can I say, I like the night life.
5. I fell in love with sewing all over again.
I create, therefore I am. Anyway, that is what I tell myself for validation. It had just been so long and it felt so unbelievely good the first time I pulled something off my machine that was real. I always defined myself as an artist but I had to re-evaluate after I hadn’t created any art in months. I thought that I had lost myself. It is really fantastic seeing that part of me come back to life.
6. Lastly, and maybe most importanly, I am so healthy now. And I am sure that it is due to the 5 forementioned things that I have to be happy about.
Now I shall leave you with this:
"There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction."