Craft-tacular: Quiet Book Part 2

The other night I finished up my second page for Neffie’s quiet book. I used a template from Serving Pink Lemonade to cut out the boy and clothes. I stitched on basic facial features, added the underwear, and then stitched him to the felt page. The purple pocket at the bottom is for storing his outfits.


ThanksBlogging: I’m thankful for…

  • Honey Bear
  • Good and Naughty kitties
  • My house
  • My friends, especially AlliG, who knows when I need to hear “I love you” at 2 a.m.
  • My Neffie, and my Sissy, who let me see Neffie being born, and the rest of my family
  • My fantastic goddaughter and her fantastic mother
  • Mine and Honey Bear’s jobs that pay our bills and allow us to have many seemingly basic things that others do not have
  • The opportunity to have 4 IUIs, despite them all failing
  • Good books
  • Good coffee
  • Arts and crafts
  • Taekwondo
  • The interwebs for giving me blogs and bloggy friends
  • The people I serve lunch to at the community center and my fellow volunteers
  • Homemade strawberry pie and wheat bread
  • SSRIs
  • Electric blankets


At today’s UU service, we spent most of our time in small discussion groups. I chose the Spiritual Walks group and learned some about several people and where they are on their journey. I also shared a little.

Between us there were experiences with many religions – we are or had been Jews, Buddhists, many flavors of Protestants, Catholics, New Age, atheists, agnostics, and probably more – but it seemed everyone’s stories led back to a central theme. We were looking for a place to learn and believe as we felt led, without judgment, and where we could have a sense of community in our pursuits.

In the spirit of sharing spiritual walks, here are a few quotes I’m mulling over and being inspired by this afternoon.

“Let us just be side by side β€” helping, respecting, and understanding each other β€” in common effort to serve humankind. The aim of human society must be the compassionate betterment of human beings.”
– His Holiness the Dalai Lama in Kindness, Clarity, and Insight

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control”
– Galatians 5:22-23, New American Standard Bible

“Speak tenderly to them. Let there be kindness in your face, in your eyes, in your smile, in the warmth of your greeting. Always have a cheerful smile. Don’t only give your care, but give your heart as well.”
– Mother Teresa

Now I’m paranoid about cleaning my toilet

My cat is obsessed with the toilet brush. You guessed it, we’re talking about Naughty Kitty here.

For years he barely paid it any notice. I kept it in the corner behind the toilet, in a little caddy with the opening for the brush turned toward the wall. He knew it was there, but just ignored it.

Then one day earlier this year he apparently discovered how awesome it was and fell in love with it.

At first I’d find it slightly moved, with the brush turned outward. Then I started to find it in the middle of the bathroom, lying on the floor. After I found the brush removed from the caddy, I started hiding it.

I stashed the caddy and brush in the cabinet under the sink. I thought, Out of sight, out of mind. Soon he’ll forget about it and I can casually set it back behind the toilet one day and he’ll never notice. It didn’t work out like that.

The cat learned to open the cabinet door. He breaks in to spend time with his toilet brush. Just let that sink in for a minute. …

Several times I’ve caught him in the act, crouching in the dark cabinet rubbing his face on the toilet brush. Most times I just see the evidence. I come home from work, the cabinet is open, the brush is missing a few more bristles. I get up in the morning and find that he couldn’t make it through the night without a toilet-brush fix.

Is there a meeting I can send him to? Are there 12 Steps To Recovering From Your Toilet Brush Obsession? “Hi, I’m Naughty Kitty, and I have a problem.”

Now, I’m paranoid about cleaning the toilet. I don’t want him to ingest any cleaning chemicals. I’m rinsing the brush, but I feel like I’m going to have to switch to a disposable cleaning system and cut the cat off from his brush. I fear the withdrawal is going to be rough for him. Bless his weird, naughty little heart.

Felt Quiet Book

The felt ornaments I was making got me started thinking about making a little book for my Neffie. Apparently these sorts of things are called Quiet Books, and there are about a gajillion on the interwebs already.

I have several page ideas already, but I made my first actual page tonight — an animal abacus.

No one call the Sewing Police, I know the stitching is all cray-cray on the sides, but I was going more for reinforcement than looks. Neffie’s 2, he don’t care. πŸ™‚

I sewed the ribbons threaded with animal beads onto a sheet of felt. In the interest of safety (so Neffie doesn’t get the beads off and eat them), I used some glue and some scrap pieces of felt on the back to cover over the sewing to hopefully give it more strength. Then I used strips of felt on the front to cover over where the ribbons are sewed on.

When I make another page I will sew the pages together so all the stitching and stuff on the back is covered. So stay tuned for more pages.

Catching up

Oops, I failed to post yesterday. I blame the election. And getting home from work at 3 a.m. In fact, not only did I not write yesterday, I didn’t do ANYTHING. I did not leave my house. I basically napped all day. Work really kicked my ass. If I had posted yesterday it probably would have just been a string of expletives. So, it’s probably just as well. πŸ™‚

I’m reading I Remember Nothing by Nora Ephron. Humorous recollection essays. Enjoying it so far, and it’s an easy read – because the chapters are short I can pick it up for a few minutes and put it down whenever I need to, like at a doctor’s appointment or when I just have a little time to kill before going somewhere.


I’ve been trying to work on my sparring in taekwondo class. And I’m looking forward to a combat weapon seminar tomorrow night.


Honey Bear’s foot is on the mend. He seems to have kicked the infection, and he’s getting around easier. He got a fancypants walking boot that has an air pump button on the front so he can adjust it for more comfort and support.


A snapshot of just now:

Honey Bear: Good Kitty! (who was not being good)

Good Kitty: Meow!

Honey Bear: Don’t you back-talk me!