tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55017404662068565462023-11-16T10:28:53.220-08:00Megan Finnegan in A Boxlet's put this crafter in a nutshellmeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-24708607169505875552012-08-15T15:57:00.001-07:002012-08-15T15:57:22.657-07:00California State Pillows<div><p>I went to visit one of my best friend in L.A. over Memorial Day this year. We were sitting on her couch when she told me just how much she didn't like her pillows. I probably made some lame exclamation like "BOFFO" because I had been wanting to make couch pillows for a while. I told her I always invisioned making colorful pillows with animal silhouettes on them.  She then told me she was really into lime green and would love something to do with Cali on them.  Luckily, California is one of the few states (believe me, I looked at all 50) with a really cool flag.  At first, I was going to put a bear on one pillow and a star on the other but realized if they weren't proportional, it wouldn't be obvious that it was for CA.  I also realized that if they were proportional, the star would look hella lame on its own pillow.  So I decided to put both elements on both pillows, mirroring each other.</p>
<p>I was lucky to find a funky fabric for the silhouettes, I was nervous plain black wouldn't be interesting enough.  The pillows themselves were easy to do but the funky fabric was a bit harder to deal with than I had initially anticipated.  It is woven, so fraying was a big problem. I ended up sewing two pieces together for each element and cutting the fray around the stitch. That worked pretty well but didn't solve the problem completely.  I went ahead and sewed all the parts onto the pillow and used fine scissors to cut the extra bits off and then a lint roller to keep them looking clean.  The end result was fantastic.</p>
<p>I finished these with just enough time to send them to her and they arrived th day before her birthday.  Look out for more pillows from me!  </p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoXhwQYIwZLlKAzt38VZWvPehtFvjep7ReKeCy0B5bPiDBZDlBhrmUMsS5rT3GcaSFWZGpvCAXbRcG98xHv8ECD4E9Om-ttMMj5RbhVW4HYiVYCkOhPniXZnr9rH4ED9S1pTXRN5VhrY//' /></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-36883493552142911912012-04-16T18:14:00.001-07:002012-04-16T18:14:32.082-07:00Twocan<div><p>I was happy to have a faster project. I had made a parrot before and birds bodies are pretty simple.  However, there were some parts that took a while: the beak, the wings and the feet.</p>
<p>I am really happy with how it turned out.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7k6UN33QmtmeI09i15Eom8oD6FYYblfQLXcWNzSYNnZCxR_XqIVVCd7uq31vHKvDZxKodYF5Oh6Ju7AIQTz3LCvajT99cS0tzB67D0ka_cU17Ommi6QUO22cLOw9oXv-v-tKmWS9wNF0//' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-T_p7BqBdbnUfF12YzfFKw0Of4YihoD86brVy_MUkm7j0VhyphenhyphenzotpUpD1LLp1HBaBRr1vuouFL92MzSOPc1xji2wNbi1I1wYG_GDWD1fmXMv5BdvKqGp0BXrMjh2Xcvn-Tgyzzf83ZZBk//' /></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-72030400562084137082012-04-16T18:12:00.001-07:002012-04-16T18:12:11.939-07:00Who can? Toucan!<div><p>I just wrote a whole post and it got deleted for some dumb reason. Anyway, it said something about my brother getting me a couple of bundles of multi-colored felt for Christmas. One of the bundles had the colors on this here bird. I knew immediately that I would make a toucan...the vibrant colors just called for something tropical. Of course, I was working on those damn moose antlers at the time and couldn't put those down for fear of never picking them up again. Once they were finished, I started the toucan by drawing my templates and deciding which colors would go where.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin4DLNtI3NGC_-IoszAIaLvbrH7S63StKnV-92M60r3LmJ4cP4QF1gsV9BntOpLuBIm2AgCZXG8cBHkDCfqVFmDdFdZFmFur4JDlooLOxOsPbJYYHzYePKwGum8Vyfgyrfbvqp16wsfN0//' /></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-68092062163208400912012-03-23T06:22:00.005-07:002012-03-23T06:39:39.202-07:00Moose Antlers Up Close<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDk9vzaD38QIs_FQm5wLtIQtGxK5pSp0ygUVZGLvgCSkcbaG2UO9B8kj9cmUM3sAbedn711vXIXuXBU43_Y7FOpd3OPGVKhDdlyxv-3oqZdMgcwggJOpCeDbFK2V5ESuxoTeTps-77aM//" /><br /><br />Just so you get an idea of just how much sewing I did. This was the most consolidated area of stitching, but it goes on throughout the rest of the antlers.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-23399655184637529712012-03-23T06:22:00.004-07:002012-03-23T06:38:14.623-07:00Moose Antlers Finally Finished<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IzxBaECx3PUVW36NtijFbgj0-V0nGESKgmozkfNVSunjumKDkiybAfZSIpwpzgLjTCuyOPCBJCuTluu8UBUWuCYbf3NdKoq5SeWhLzhyma6Tv-VgvoJDomUoOQ_-s-gJbw85OIu3uRY//" /><br /><br />Whew! These babies took me about three months. Now, I now what you may be thinking, they look so simple. I know they do, which is why my next post has a close up. Originally, when I started making these, I was just going to do the cut out shape and call it a day. But they looked so boring with just cream. I decided to add some texture. So I found this nice, dark brown thread I had and held it up to the cream. I loved the way it looked, the colors complemented each other and looked kind of retro together, like a 70's vibe. I began to sew striated lines coming out of the middle of the antler, and coming up the edges of the antler. I made each line different from the one next to it. Some are short, some are long, some are curvy and some are straight. I bunched them real close together towards the middle and spread them out as they got longer. I really love the way the pattern looks. But, when I started doing it, I realized almost immediately I would need to do more of the antler than I had originally thought. And let me tell you, these were a bitch to sew. They took forever! I was going to do the backs and the fronts of the antlers in this pattern until I realized just how long it was taking me. I decided no one should see the backs anyway, so why not just leave them blank? I kept thinking of putting down this project to do a simple one, hoping that would ease my frustration with the length of this one. But I knew if I put them down then I would never pick them back up. When both fron sides were finished, I thought the rest would take no time at all. I was only a little wrong. It turns out the backs were much larger than the fronts and I had to carefully cut them back down to size. After that, I found a nice gold thread and started doing an outside stitch all around the antlers. The three colors really complement each other nicely. I really want to use these babies as couch end pillows but my dumb dog loves to eat all of my sewed stuff! I might give them to a friend or just mount them on my wall somewhere. Anyway, I'm really proud of these. I did take some time to do some drawings while I was working on these but I haven't posted them yet. Maybe tonight!<br /><br />Next project: Toucan!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-35905033227915760762011-12-27T14:36:00.001-08:002011-12-27T14:36:32.169-08:00Designing a tattwo<div><p>When I sent the original drawing, I told him I would move the guy out of the fire to the right a little so it wouldn't look like his junk was burning up...something i'm sure no man wants to have to think about everytime he looks at his tattoo for the rest of his life.  My brother also asked that I take out the detail of the hair and clothes on the people.  He said to keep the fire colored but that he might decide to have it black and white when he gets it done.</p>
<p>I redrew the first one the way he asked and he loved it! Personally, I like the detail of the other one better and I really hope he keeps the color in the fire.  I can't wait to see it on him!</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgINd3brM67ttq2D1rFMYiKI8Ijpl9MYWtyz5F3dwlnuC6NrRqd-V8Bn4rcJw30WgWE-KSvo40ofcPXHhyyDg7Ciz29kPn3KuaSHV5OwDuAs2GqaVhMx20HSFcedMuSOLsWGjXwtGo33js//' /></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-2768560550803616172011-12-27T14:31:00.001-08:002011-12-27T14:31:59.712-08:00Designing a tattoo<div><p>I am on a touch football team with my brothers.  We play every fall and winter.  This year, I started to design our t-shirts.  For the fall, we were Maek Chmura's Hot Tub Horrors.  Mark Chmura is a pro football player who got caught in a hot tub with under age girls and alcohol so I drew a skeleton in a hot tub enjoying a beer with a bra strap dangling from his finger. This winter, we are Najeh Davenport's Laundry Basket Tortes.  Najeh took a dump in his ex girlfriend's laundry basket so I drew a laundry basket dumping out socks.</p>
<p>Anyway, flash forward.  My brother wants to get his second tattoo and he asked me to design it. He gave me a picture of a man telling a story around a campfire and asked for something along those lines where the people were just outlines.  So I came up with this first drawing.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeMdIWwdXnAM3N8hUpPlWGR8ifJpC4JHCpuNtan8EaNdxMcuW-294xG5korEuXVVXb3Edem7WEY0bUfTvVCHkt6VmyDo-VKXTud_oXRZo8ZfyEn6jYhZZyD7DEByXbOWIigDV9Tz88OA//' /></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-36555282141636629132011-12-14T18:31:00.000-08:002011-12-14T18:34:45.788-08:00Fixed It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2hzIWEbCEer-w-0MjfjLAtp0UgKxZ4wlF1-PWE20NBYNPoRJ_t8LQkPw7R8lPcUd_-_GNeq6rUDMO0rWnzu3D42RYAWOhckfkJ9SWkpW86acLGOMUSrTum-gEO65FEPF48dJ5thpGGs/s1600/fixed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 352px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2hzIWEbCEer-w-0MjfjLAtp0UgKxZ4wlF1-PWE20NBYNPoRJ_t8LQkPw7R8lPcUd_-_GNeq6rUDMO0rWnzu3D42RYAWOhckfkJ9SWkpW86acLGOMUSrTum-gEO65FEPF48dJ5thpGGs/s400/fixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686177201427625826" border="0" /></a><br />Yay, I fixed my broken heart. What once was nearly ripped to pieces can march along to its own beat. I ended up sewing a few holes in the main section and covering up the larger ones with more blue veins. I sewed the ragged top of the heart together as best I could, cutting away stray felt as I went along. Luckily, there was still a little resemblance of tubular outposts at the top, so I used those as stepping stone for the larger, pink veins to wrap around. All in all, I'm happy with how it turned out. It's always good to have a project go awry once in a while so you can prove to yourself that you can fix your (or your hungry dog's) mistakes.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-39465848768406306212011-12-06T17:14:00.000-08:002011-12-06T17:19:00.158-08:00How Do You Mend A Broken Heart?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3cGTzk5H2BJC6j-aOYyWjOBdkLE3Aog3mLTRZ6Id2-jTf7B1CFFPhWi1RPZkHsZ2Rg8gLf2e68owmo1uI3VivE-qtlpll3GRkhw14t4HfAveXR3fd00y5Fxq6L35tOpvtGKDnWlO6pw/s1600/2011-12-06_20-05-53_145-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3cGTzk5H2BJC6j-aOYyWjOBdkLE3Aog3mLTRZ6Id2-jTf7B1CFFPhWi1RPZkHsZ2Rg8gLf2e68owmo1uI3VivE-qtlpll3GRkhw14t4HfAveXR3fd00y5Fxq6L35tOpvtGKDnWlO6pw/s400/2011-12-06_20-05-53_145-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683188836623454578" border="0" /></a>Oh Gums, why do you do me like you do? In all fairness, it is my fault. I left my door open and the my heart on my bed. How can he resist a soft plush? And to his credit, he always chews my creations in the least destructive way. He avoided the bigger veins that took hours so I can't really be too mad. Plus, this is a somewhat easy fix. Plus, I hadn't even finished it yet. Plus, I got to reference Al Green in the title so it's all good. <br /><br />Thanks to my friend Ellissa, I am starting a stuffed organs series. I already have an Organs-in-a-Box series so it is an easy transition. This heart will look fly when its done, with large blue and pink veins at the top.<br /><br />I know I say I'm starting a lot of series and then there aren't any follow ups, but if weapons taught me anything its that too much of one thing can get taxing. After the heart is complete, I'm going to make a nifty pair of moose antlers.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-26896919495271315282011-12-06T16:42:00.000-08:002011-12-06T16:54:07.191-08:0024 Soaps of Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lb8SBMHLsF6zkWXQp4cZRTlCGn7y1UteZLrR4tqZK1CDMfMXQ93VFJC20BMuIiJpj0AGdH2UfO23cKadxrtMzyNPxYO2IzUv6CxFJcJQIC5za_pgaSLYGMYMkbt122pEV3fI1wtfWwc/s1600/24soaps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lb8SBMHLsF6zkWXQp4cZRTlCGn7y1UteZLrR4tqZK1CDMfMXQ93VFJC20BMuIiJpj0AGdH2UfO23cKadxrtMzyNPxYO2IzUv6CxFJcJQIC5za_pgaSLYGMYMkbt122pEV3fI1wtfWwc/s400/24soaps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683181416429948354" border="0" /></a><br />So for a while there, I forgot that I make soap. I have had a back log of soap chilling in a cooler in my office for months. Luckily, I had labeled them with their ingredients before they were buried in the freezer that time, and Megan, forgot. Anyway, I'm attending a craft fair this weekend and was excited to try to sell my stuffed items. My boyfriend asked "what about your soap?" Of course! It was so simple. After all, people are probably more likely to buy soap than stuffed weapons and various animal parts. <br /><br />Anyway, I spent the last couple of days wrapping the 24 acceptable soaps in postal paper and bakers twine. I wrote little ingredient cards which encouraged people to enjoy their new soaps. I came up with zesty, goofy, and just plain stupid names for them.<br /><br />Hopefully I get rid of some of them, otherwise, I have Christmas presents set for co-workers.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-53208917371960163632011-11-15T17:07:00.001-08:002011-11-15T17:12:00.755-08:00Idiot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Zau8-qY0K55Lw937WQp9IIjYsjPL5V5GxxtNhzAHwGEYFrDK0_X-5E7zAUFzWYwVSdD2knQmGWx2WReN7lRCr9JpAih-JMLuSeU6vDutxT_g8SPtztlblUcVcGnmxOdMBWxmkOb7cSc/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Zau8-qY0K55Lw937WQp9IIjYsjPL5V5GxxtNhzAHwGEYFrDK0_X-5E7zAUFzWYwVSdD2knQmGWx2WReN7lRCr9JpAih-JMLuSeU6vDutxT_g8SPtztlblUcVcGnmxOdMBWxmkOb7cSc/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675395157961163778" border="0" /></a><br />A picture of me, being an idiot.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-84855861594308051832011-11-15T17:02:00.001-08:002011-11-15T17:07:21.379-08:00Side Head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Van85dwx8w2GyI7vFbGb_m8GYxgrINAVWFlkkxCyOjwBgYuzrcTBYaOpfSoCwe8X7UGqorLZLkZk1WS1gB-0djyH7rNp36nGEd6UIhjjCLSXc3h9BvKTK6np7Lkq_ewgWyJF-gl0keg/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Van85dwx8w2GyI7vFbGb_m8GYxgrINAVWFlkkxCyOjwBgYuzrcTBYaOpfSoCwe8X7UGqorLZLkZk1WS1gB-0djyH7rNp36nGEd6UIhjjCLSXc3h9BvKTK6np7Lkq_ewgWyJF-gl0keg/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675393953379338498" border="0" /></a><br />Almost as exciting as a side boob.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-59440830056122645772011-11-15T16:55:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:02:24.677-08:00Cow Eye<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv97uK1_axJrsiK1xhpY9OAwqaMqKIJ-KSek54FWDbKwjtKxi3QBF05q6oybEK7iX3VT10NMXcsPlB8_GoaEGiIemOP3tbmmHOvclu9nZsrwF0kZsybGcCYzsl9nkiwiaoSvF3IawYVyk/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv97uK1_axJrsiK1xhpY9OAwqaMqKIJ-KSek54FWDbKwjtKxi3QBF05q6oybEK7iX3VT10NMXcsPlB8_GoaEGiIemOP3tbmmHOvclu9nZsrwF0kZsybGcCYzsl9nkiwiaoSvF3IawYVyk/s400/IMG_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675392521751704418" border="0" /></a><br />The cow's eyes were fun to make. I had a bunch of beaded eyes left over from my squid project and was glad to get rid of them. Alone, they didn't look like a cow's eyes. So I sewed half circles of black fabric onto the tops of the beads and came out with a lazy, drowsy cow.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-5901966346469047942011-11-15T16:49:00.000-08:002011-11-15T16:55:31.283-08:00Cow Head: Revisited<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFe06isFhzxiiESUUcKzVWJhLNRUUefuOySJ1JFJVVBHf7LXhkvzdTny_yYN3OSrQReGPl6fkjSJKwGRjV4lY9xTggZ2NsZRj3OKm1RWf4uvKUhA0ez8aj8qCiy_lDcK2sdNBApkE6eW4/s1600/IMG_1192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFe06isFhzxiiESUUcKzVWJhLNRUUefuOySJ1JFJVVBHf7LXhkvzdTny_yYN3OSrQReGPl6fkjSJKwGRjV4lY9xTggZ2NsZRj3OKm1RWf4uvKUhA0ez8aj8qCiy_lDcK2sdNBApkE6eW4/s400/IMG_1192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675390892788777314" border="0" /></a><br />The nose took me 9 hours. I am a psycho. I sewed on all of those little bits myself. When I was halfway through and pressed for time, I thought I should start gluing the bits on instead but then I realized it would look silly half-sewn and half-glued so I stuck it out.<br /><br />I have always been a stickler for details and I hate half-assing my work, so gluing wouldn't have worked for me anyway.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-31928633100594339272011-11-15T16:38:00.000-08:002011-11-15T16:49:11.451-08:00Cow Head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKtBvf-19vzzzYXxIl5GpPkNmAc4nraRw50cM-gVTxRxJgfWvTpp72xanwn-qQ-8-40xK-3quktUv314hva8fPQoBMz69NXdAHaHocuVoSkEwmTO7QpYWcwnmDzzS3XWL8p6lm2mOw3g/s1600/IMG_1191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilKtBvf-19vzzzYXxIl5GpPkNmAc4nraRw50cM-gVTxRxJgfWvTpp72xanwn-qQ-8-40xK-3quktUv314hva8fPQoBMz69NXdAHaHocuVoSkEwmTO7QpYWcwnmDzzS3XWL8p6lm2mOw3g/s400/IMG_1191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675389249286825746" border="0" /></a><br />So I made a full-scale cow head for my brother's party. He was having an Urban Legend themed party. Now, I know you're probably thinking 'what urban legend has to do with a damn cow head?' And you're right, no urban legend I knew of. But, once I got the invite I started researching different urban legends. Most of the common ones had been mentioned in his email or had no real plausible way for me to make a stuffed imagining of them.<br /><br />So I stumbled across this Japanese urban legend involving a cow head. The gist was that there was a school teacher with his class on a field trip. He started to tell them a story about a cow's head. He became entranced, he couldn't stop talking. When he was finished, all of the children were laying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and the school teacher couldn't remember the story he had told. <br /><br />I know, what an obscure and ridiculous story to choose. Well, I certainly stepped in it at the party when I had to explain that to everyone who asked why the hell I made a cow head. I couldn't just tell them i had secretly been wanting to make a full scale animal head for quite some time. I'm thinking that a horse or a bison will be next...maybe an alligator.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-77480013928939369792011-11-15T16:37:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:27:01.913-08:00Impala<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_sInNbfnwzTxlyCUhfWgqvl8GQAlld2KGhuxUJc6hJ51xVS-7mwdK52UHei-vWnM5gC1BfvOb0i8rHHkbDGy5j3NbAXwKf_tCN-VbPyhhcFqbIlHY9MmNI2zkg-rQz8t4qedcKgqbRQ/s1600/IMG_1198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_sInNbfnwzTxlyCUhfWgqvl8GQAlld2KGhuxUJc6hJ51xVS-7mwdK52UHei-vWnM5gC1BfvOb0i8rHHkbDGy5j3NbAXwKf_tCN-VbPyhhcFqbIlHY9MmNI2zkg-rQz8t4qedcKgqbRQ/s400/IMG_1198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675396487040120450" border="0" /></a><br />I have to admit, I didn't know what animal the antlers I made belonged to right away. After some research, I found out that they were Impala antlers. I told my brother about my idea and he said I had to add a Chevy Symbol to make myself a Chevy Impala. So I wore all brown clothes, wore black gloves and black shoes for hooves, painted my nose black and made a Chevy sticker. My costume was a hit, though the antlers were a hazard to anyone around me - many an eye was poked in my presence.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of me in my full garb and I'm too lazy to get dressed again just for the picture so you'll just have to deal with this stupid picture of me being stupid.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-2795624173594743382011-11-15T16:31:00.001-08:002011-11-15T16:37:22.150-08:00Chevy Impala<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4jBiFQM5FN-CjCqJGeDr_nXUHyAtQcLdy_HDmmI0B0Whzw_IDXtzJB8OBZ9sSheNoG9CQQU4wPIFxCywoA_Qi-qjU2kN3YxR_3nitjaZDQzHtZ00MXcTkAqaIw3IMBplxwRgry_MwNQ/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4jBiFQM5FN-CjCqJGeDr_nXUHyAtQcLdy_HDmmI0B0Whzw_IDXtzJB8OBZ9sSheNoG9CQQU4wPIFxCywoA_Qi-qjU2kN3YxR_3nitjaZDQzHtZ00MXcTkAqaIw3IMBplxwRgry_MwNQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675386045033377874" border="0" /></a><br />When I finished sewing and stuffing the antlers, there was the issue of getting them head-ready. At first I thought I could just sew a loop to the bottom and string them onto a headband. That idea failed as the loops weren't tight enough on the headband and the antlers kept falling forward. I then decided to sew the antlers directly onto a thicker headband to give them more surface area and voila! It worked!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-6769603439325814102011-11-15T16:03:00.000-08:002011-11-15T16:31:21.508-08:00Halloween: Chevy Impala<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzrfVKXIQNpewXf3xumm6a4ir9CJre-3BhXy4mnaS_xLpjG8FLteNSzZnD1-IfG-WUorLoiqCbDK5gPQaI0PRR6FcTnFChRjY9nrXK1G8QPXQ_hlCUahj_MQTbgwZh4Nw0XQYmG0MsCo/s1600/IMG_1188.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzrfVKXIQNpewXf3xumm6a4ir9CJre-3BhXy4mnaS_xLpjG8FLteNSzZnD1-IfG-WUorLoiqCbDK5gPQaI0PRR6FcTnFChRjY9nrXK1G8QPXQ_hlCUahj_MQTbgwZh4Nw0XQYmG0MsCo/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675384687546270690" border="0" /></a><br />Halloween! Ok, so unfortunately I didn't take a picture of my actual costume, but I was a Chevy Impala. It sprang from me wanting to make a series of stuffed antlers (look for moose next!). So I cut four identical curvy sections out of dark grey (modeled off some sweet cast resin antlers at Crate and Barrel). I sewed one side of two of the curvy pieces together leaving the other sides open. Then I cut out strips of brown and folded them over each other to make them thicker to stand out on the antlers. I positioned them on the gray, making sure they would match up when the second side was sewn up. This was definitely the longest part of the process.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-53372307238676701562011-11-15T15:57:00.001-08:002011-11-15T16:02:59.876-08:00Mini Louisville Slugger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRZoy-l6m7IpDFvyEWfpejv_1zsEC1cqR9l1Am4Vgfn-t6PK-yxjmZWdRhb47lVfc3XRdKFjiOAXTQ2csIGtAOmdvf3V10Rc6m_P6u-VClwC4zGX2ew01DrsDnLTAtQk7bIDMwPAx6Ho/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRZoy-l6m7IpDFvyEWfpejv_1zsEC1cqR9l1Am4Vgfn-t6PK-yxjmZWdRhb47lVfc3XRdKFjiOAXTQ2csIGtAOmdvf3V10Rc6m_P6u-VClwC4zGX2ew01DrsDnLTAtQk7bIDMwPAx6Ho/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675377290628752146" border="0" /></a><br />I am, however, getting really good at embroidering. I think when I get a little more practice, I'll make a sweet and goofy embroidered pillow! Suggestions are obviously welcome.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-91206860900931148462011-11-15T15:47:00.000-08:002011-11-15T15:57:34.020-08:00Mini Louisville Slugger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9lJuA1QMYPLK37UhoqLYs0REkBR_gNn_T1Tl2udsXKg9VSbIUOF7XOnjDoMbI1twl04Z02Ekr58XLnyU-zU3lGOPmwcX2FMRatQXhw-oriy0UomsnwvQoKOQ0zSC_sYtO5HLfI0fj5c/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_9lJuA1QMYPLK37UhoqLYs0REkBR_gNn_T1Tl2udsXKg9VSbIUOF7XOnjDoMbI1twl04Z02Ekr58XLnyU-zU3lGOPmwcX2FMRatQXhw-oriy0UomsnwvQoKOQ0zSC_sYtO5HLfI0fj5c/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675375950007205490" border="0" /></a><br />Wow, its been a long time since I've posted anything on here. That doesn't mean I haven't been working on stuff. I finished this addition to the soft weapons series in September but I didn't like it much so I kept putting off taking pictures of it.<br /><br />I guess I don't really like it because it is so simple and plain and boring. It was boring to make too! Oh well, live and learn. Next time I make a bat, I'll model it after a metal one. Or a cracked one.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-610145880730941162011-09-08T06:59:00.000-07:002011-09-08T07:09:17.721-07:00How Does Your Garden Grow?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokWgsPhlo89XXSxCg5B8xjHo2ENfoos7ezO_aKj0fR4M0h21f2Ue_8QtcVtYtVRExUh8SZ02cyDFstuCg8iowqQvbygmBDDQjmDQAwidP-jbaGb3DFrDGq2iEs6Nz1ZDuIYjSbR6TxTA/s1600/317536_10100557373281279_809703_59431428_2112827811_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649988561494964562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokWgsPhlo89XXSxCg5B8xjHo2ENfoos7ezO_aKj0fR4M0h21f2Ue_8QtcVtYtVRExUh8SZ02cyDFstuCg8iowqQvbygmBDDQjmDQAwidP-jbaGb3DFrDGq2iEs6Nz1ZDuIYjSbR6TxTA/s400/317536_10100557373281279_809703_59431428_2112827811_n.jpg" /></a><br />So after Hurrican't Irene, I was a little disappointed. We had mayors, govenors and even the president saying New York was gonna get smashed. Of course I didn't want anything seriously bad to happen, but I was hoping I'd see a little more damage the next day. There were leaves and sticks on the ground in my neighborhood and my power didn't even go out. I mean, I bought a lantern and I didn't even get to use it.<br /><br />Anyway, I found out that week at work that I was being a real smug asshole. Just because the hurricane didn't effect me or do any damage to my area didn't mean no one else was effected by it. Case in point, my friend Lana at work. She lives on Staten Island. Not only did her power go out, but her basement flooded (something that has never happened in the 10 years she's lived there) ruining the carpet and a lot of her stuff. But the topper was that a tree fell on her garden and she wasn't sure if her veggies were ok or not. As she told me this story, I could tell she was really upset. I felt terrible for thinking not enough happened and I wanted to make it up to her. I decided to make her the three veggies she grew in her garden, eggplant, cucumber and tomato (fruit?).<br /><br />Anyway, these guys turned out great and were real easy and fun. The tomato took me about an hour only, making it the fastest thing I ever did sew. Unfortunately, I only had a neon green for the inside of the cucumber so it ended up looking more like a pickle. I decided why not go with it and so I made some extra bumps on the outside and voila, you have a pickle.<br /><br />The best part of this project was that I got to make some stuffed food. I wanted to start a new ongoing series like the weapons and I had been thinking about foods for a while. I love making weapons and that series I don't think will ever end, but its good to have some variety in my life!meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-19150351607316194732011-08-29T11:04:00.000-07:002011-08-29T11:13:38.278-07:00Soft Weapons: Medieval Flail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWiAVvKuC_sc_HeklVHUwbK58slDoRPL1OAr2oFb0Jp90peiXIxT0yCyLvJdJQBPsxH3WoutDvF9ibQkogaLefsAXTFQOiWTWVl-sCwjeT1UMmNAndtocEBjrq9uTWIfWchIIEuDgPJ4/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWiAVvKuC_sc_HeklVHUwbK58slDoRPL1OAr2oFb0Jp90peiXIxT0yCyLvJdJQBPsxH3WoutDvF9ibQkogaLefsAXTFQOiWTWVl-sCwjeT1UMmNAndtocEBjrq9uTWIfWchIIEuDgPJ4/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646341672051011346" border="0" /></a>Another one for the Soft Weapons series. I had actually always been calling this weapon a mace. Then when I looked that up, I saw a staff with a metal ball right on it. What I had always thought was a mace was actually called a flail or a morning star. This has always been one of my favorite weapons. It is beautiful in its simplicity but deadly in its execution. This is definitely my favorite stuffed weapon yet. Up next: blow darts!
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<br />meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-71442447791552201112011-08-29T10:25:00.001-07:002011-08-29T11:04:10.324-07:00Doug Trivets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj-0AEuBVHd-eoqtgHdVMpgJqQJufZA3o-ZYLwXSr9i25OkFZ6lsiQvgQGWqiC0xD47e3SXFR6QIs098FFEMa844jDu4itcMgZE9hx67uiiWjS6R_6MfZSaZF-GNirRfaWyZFjdLaAE4/s1600/IMG_0494.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVj-0AEuBVHd-eoqtgHdVMpgJqQJufZA3o-ZYLwXSr9i25OkFZ6lsiQvgQGWqiC0xD47e3SXFR6QIs098FFEMa844jDu4itcMgZE9hx67uiiWjS6R_6MfZSaZF-GNirRfaWyZFjdLaAE4/s400/IMG_0494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646340240584576018" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Idi3UUyfnsDQ-qT7Wi5q-jCHz6AiAgUzc9YG2GMPvHLYyc9yKAHkaxH9Nlxc4vvHVtEnBmSfmrAWkY5iWy4c1zMhqse6YH38w5zWlYM8mKatgt1hmRtS8iN_dTczvw_BBrimElgJgd0/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Idi3UUyfnsDQ-qT7Wi5q-jCHz6AiAgUzc9YG2GMPvHLYyc9yKAHkaxH9Nlxc4vvHVtEnBmSfmrAWkY5iWy4c1zMhqse6YH38w5zWlYM8mKatgt1hmRtS8iN_dTczvw_BBrimElgJgd0/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646331555025924418" border="0" /></a>I took a loooong break from making coasters out of perler beads. I had made a bunch of loveable cartoon characters from the days of yore about three years ago and then just kind of forgot about the medium as a whole. Recently, I needed a break from sewing and wanted to do something fun so I thought of perler beads! I love working with these beads. The process of figuring out how to make it look like a character is really fun, constantly switching out beads until the shape is just right.
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<br />meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-69285783367151796112011-08-21T15:57:00.000-07:002011-08-21T16:01:46.808-07:00Brass Knucks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfGG6fU3Uesf6zVre9Kh2-guZo8h20Rasmv01qr28FZGMzS3V2fNdy9etgaNjMxawzWwj5Znm_mN78Nt8jtDoFX2GAaHh3ZGBL9Ixua8GFSrdK37IGZKqKkurruEdKRbuI8N1veHB8-o/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnfGG6fU3Uesf6zVre9Kh2-guZo8h20Rasmv01qr28FZGMzS3V2fNdy9etgaNjMxawzWwj5Znm_mN78Nt8jtDoFX2GAaHh3ZGBL9Ixua8GFSrdK37IGZKqKkurruEdKRbuI8N1veHB8-o/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643447442712568994" border="0" /></a>
<br />Another for the Soft Weapons series! Some brass knucks! I was lucky enough to have both the perfect color in my repetoir and a lazy Sunday to complete these babies. This project was quick but taxing. There were so many holes to cut and recut to get the right shape and as I said in my ninja stars post, that is not my strong point. But, I am getting better. Stuffing this thing was the hardest time and has caused a little sharp pain in my back from hunching so much.
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<br />I've already cut out the parts to make a second one, but I think I'm done sewing for the day. Next weapon: Flail. Stay tuned.
<br />meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13856546600874941811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501740466206856546.post-14510158221990088722011-08-20T10:19:00.000-07:002011-08-20T10:24:58.272-07:00Swiss Army Axe #86<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-kwpVOclcf0S1mF8076djZn5t0kVV-DDMOVJRVq1ElOMQWMXywBEE4fqaZbv89GZdfjtuMk1p6TOuXEUdyWVNmBI5pJC4KVDQxlDL6PbEOQT0VCOS_YInux49TIVS2fvH3pe_KE8WRo/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-kwpVOclcf0S1mF8076djZn5t0kVV-DDMOVJRVq1ElOMQWMXywBEE4fqaZbv89GZdfjtuMk1p6TOuXEUdyWVNmBI5pJC4KVDQxlDL6PbEOQT0VCOS_YInux49TIVS2fvH3pe_KE8WRo/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642989322948285138" border="0" /></a>The fourth in my Soft Weapons series, this axe is based off an actual Swiss Army Axe. On a ridiculous whim, my boyfriend decided he needed an axe and bought this one for himself (eye roll). It worked out for me though, because I got to base my stuffed axe off of a real one. I think it turns out much better when I can see the model in person instead of just pictures online.
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<br />I like that I can pretend I'm thwacking zombies without swinging the actual axe because I am a weak girl and that thing is pretty heavy. Also, axes are scary unless they're plush!
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