A rambling post about my other addiction and stupid warnings.

Yesterday as I was cleaning my sewing room, again, I came across a couple of Winnie the Pooh fitted crib sheets that I found at DI several years ago and planned on using in the guest room for grand-kids. I pictured a pretty little crib that would fit nicely in the nook where the dormer window is.

Well - it didn't turn out like that. I can be practical when the need arises and when the first grandbaby came along I realized it might be nice to have something that would be a little more versatile: crib, playpen, indoor, outdoor, camping etc...so I bought a really nice Pack-n-Play that is fairly compact when disassembled and folded up and is also roomy and has several nice features. It has a diaper changing area, a little clip on basket thingy to hold powder, salve, wipes, the mattress/floor can be raised so that a tiny baby can sleep there to be at a higher level, and lowered when the baby gets a little more adventurous. All in all it was a smart buy and I've used it for all three grandbabys so far...

...but the crib sheets don't fit it. *sigh* They're too long and narrow. But as I looked at them yesterday, sad in the thought about not being able to use them, I decided that they could be re-cut and re-sewn to fit,  and then the Winnie the Pooh theme would continue as it has begun in that room.

I had two crib sheets, both different but Pooh-ish, and from those I was able to make one fitted sheet for the mattress and two new padded sheets for the changing area. It's darling.










Now here is the scary part. As I was putting the sheets on and admiring the whole effect I noticed, again, some labels that were sewn to the Pack-n-Play. They're just UGLY: construction cone orange and Black-Wordy...ick. So I decided to take them off with my trusty un-sewer, otherwise known as a seam ripper. I took two off. Then I noticed another...then another, and another!! I unsewed no less than nine (9!) 'Warning' labels off this thing in two (2) languages! This thing must be the most dangerous, life stealing, baby bed on the planet! I can't imagine how three of my grandchildren have survived sleeping in it.


So...here is my Winnie-ther-Pooh room so far.

On the left is a view from the bedroom door. How many Pooh-ish things can you count?

That's my blessing dress hanging from the shelf.

On the right is a view from the foot of the bed. I must confess that I *do* have some fabric and screen printed Classic Pooh blocks to make a quilt for this bed.  Maybe in January...sweet, January, I'll get to that.










This is looking into the little nook where the crib is set up.

 The dresser - I love, love, love these candle stick holders and the collage picture on the wall. I know the story that each picture is about.

The shelf by the window seat - Those booties were Jason's when he was a baby.

 I found these wall paper stick-on's on sale at Target a few years ago and re-found them under the bed about a month ago. PERFECT.


I love this room. I really do. And if guests don't like it well...then, they can just close they're eyes (so as not to look at it) and go to sleep, and probably dream of The Hundred Acre Wood. That would be a happy dream.






 My children will be the first to point out that Winnie-the-Pooh isn't necessarily confined to this room.

Pooh Shrine

I have a London Pooh sitting on my bed...


...and barely noticeable, insignificant 'shrine' in my living room.





 

A small menagerie on the hallway mirror.

And a little Pooh wisdom hanging above the door going into my kitchen.





To name a few.

My husband, by the way, is totally okay with this. ♥

Bugs and Boys

Once upon a time there was a beetle. He was a nice beetle. He lived in Marysvale Utah in a nice RV park. He liked it fine, especially in the tent culdesac where it was mostly quiet. The grass was nice, the river was close by and friendly people would occasionally leave bits of food that were nice for beetles. He often heard exclamations on his size and color and especially his nice large mandibles that looked quite menacing and he could gnash them in a very alarming manner when he was feeling threatened. So far his life was going quite well and he'd grown large and fat...and, sadly, somewhat complacent.

One dewy morning after visiting the place under the picnic table for his breakfast he decided to make his presence known to the nice little girl who was packing up her tent. His shiny carapace glistened in the sun and he gnashed his mandibles in a satisfactory manner as the trundled over to meet her.
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Once upon a time there was a nice little girl named Krissy. A friendly girl with soft blond hair and sweet smile. She was busy packing up her tent when suddenly she came upon a very large and impressive beetle trundling across the grass. There were exclamations of surprise at the largeness of this fine beetle and squeals of alarm when she witnessed the gnashing mandibles. But curiosity won out over sweeping the tent and she called over her sister and aunt to view this fine specimen. A small stick was procured and the beetle was herded this way and that in order to get a better view. Eventually he was scooped up into a paper cone and deposited on the gravel so that he could be seen and filmed by Krissy's uncle. There were many exclamations at his size, both body and mandible as they herded him from side to side.

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Beetle was accustomed to being exclaimed over but this was more than he had bargained for. He gnashed his mandibles mightily and scurried from side to side trying to avoid the prodding stick. Ohhh...the humiliation of being turned belly up and having to thrash in such an unbecoming manner to right himself. He had not counted on this. Where were the shrieks of terror? When would he be left alone to find his homey-hole and peace again? Ohhh...he had a bad feeling about this but he gnashed his mandibles again and again, biting the stick and  hoping they would eventually have the desired affect. When would this end??

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Uncle was getting some good shots of the giant beetle and Auntie had brought over Nigel and Sookie to meet this fine beetle. His pinching mandibles were pinching mightily and his legs were scrambling, scrambling to try and get away. When suddenly, without a sound and without warning a giant hammer descends from nowhere and pounds the beetle three times. BAM BAM BAM!!

Yes...I hear your shocked silence.

But it was only a moment of silence for that poor beetle before eyes were raised to the beetle murderer and incredulous voices exclaimed, "SCOTTY! What did you do? You killed it!" Everyone looked down at the poor squished beetle pounded to mush on the gravel of the quiet tent culdesac. No more shiny brown carapace. No more threatening, pinching mandibles.

Why do we laugh in the face of such brutality? But we did as we looked into the eight year old eyes of a smiling little boy wielding the power of a hammer.