sew-n-so’s

At work this week, we lost two very valuable players to the team. Josh and Sarah. One of the banes of their existence was the outlook email feature that allows anyone to add a nice little red exclamation point to outgoing emails to signify their importance. This feature was often abused and misused by all of us! Thereby rendering its intended purpose, completely useless.

Please sign up for sensitivity training! Remember to turn off your monitors before leaving for the night! OMG did you see what Erin bought at Target! We need new toilet paper! The old toilet paper is unsatisfactory! Take my wife, please!

You get the picture ! !

The designers and some of the un-designers at work constructed survival kits for Josh and Sarah so they would be able to survive without us at their new jobs. I made these little red fellas to help them get the point across to their new co-workers.

I miss you guys already!!!!!!!!!

Remember a few weeks ago when, what I thought was a fabulous idea, was really a stupid idea - week 4? Well the inspiration for that was all the paper craft I had been seeing. While I was perusing the other crafty photos on flickr, I ended up seeing someone who I had briefly seen at a store where a craft magazine party was being held. I know I know- freaky. Well I went to her blog, a little harmless internet stalking, we all do it, right? Anyways, on her blog was this.  A call to anyone to send postcards to a bunch of kids. Email her if you want to participate too!

Well this week I thought what better way to satisfy my papercraft cravings as well as hopefully make some kids smile. Anyway, belowis a picture of the postcard I am sending, I found the template here. I won’t show you what I wrote on the back. It is also inspired by the new branding by sandstrom for the portland beavers. And beavers are kind of a cool animal - even if they have been commandeered, the fate of so many cute fuzzy animals are, as slang for U NO WOT!

You can’t really see the hairy chest I gave him, so here is a clearer gif, if you’re interested. I’ll post the assembled postcard, once I get a good picture of it.

Wow 2 months already. I can tell you that this week was one of those weeks where you finish the project and you just aren’t that happy with your creation. But I kind of knew that would happen going into this thing. At least I can now empathize with the people who wrote “Made of Honor”, and I now have a deeper understanding of Keanu Reeves’s mother.

This week’s inspiration sprung from the tornado that blew through my neighborhood back in January. Tornadoes are very rare in these here parts. The last one was in 1972. It was quite the scare watching the news from work and seeing landmarks near my house destroyed. Luckily for me, my house was spared. The tornado missed my house by about two blocks. But while I was rejoicing that my home was still intact, I found out that my good friend Steph’s house didn’t fair so well. This week’s project is a mini tribute to her fallen home… a commemoration so to speak.When I think of tornadoes, I don’t usually think of mass destruction I usually think of The Wizard of Oz, and what really kind of freaked me out about that movie, was the way the wicked witch of the east’s legs shriveled up when Glenda took her shoes. It was like burning hair with a match.

Since my sister, Aisling, recommended using ‘puns’, well I had to oblige her with this one. This was already in the works as a tribute to my irish roots, but Aisling had the bright idea of heinie-izing it.

So Aisling “this butts for you”…. now I am kicking myself that I didn’t do a “buttweiser” one.

I won’t be doing more of these for a while. It takes for dogdamn ever to sew each letter on, and I can’t kern worth a poop when it comes to sewing these down. If I do more I may experiment with silkscreening the letter on.

well not the camera, but the battery is dead. And there is a guest in the room where the charger is… yep that’s you STAN!.  Because of you,  I can’t take a picture of the project that you were making fun of me for working on to meet my arbitrary personal imposed deadline.