Confessewns of a sorta only child

Week 3 (of 4) of being an only child is coming to an end. I thought I would be miserable and sad and insane by now--and every once in a while I do get that way--but for the most part, I have a lot of fun hanging out with my parents. I don't feel like a nerd staying home. Actually.. I'm sure I'm a nerd whether or not I stay home or go out, but I don't mind being home. Home is cool.

As a sort of sequel to my story about my haunted phone (see my other entry, "Sew Scawy!!") I have this magic toothbrush. Or toothbrushes. They're electric, and came in a two-pack that we bought from Costco a long time ago. They're Oral-b, and you probably have them too, because a lot of people have them. We have one charger and the 2 brushes in the two-pack, which we use interchangably. My dad insists that they are broken, because when he pushes the button, nothing works, and a dying motor sounds. He brushes manually with the electric brush and talks about going to Costco to buy a new one, or two. But everytime I use the brush, it works perfectly. The motor is fine. Sometimes, during the day, I walk up to the toothbrush and turn it on, just because I can and my dad can't. 

The secret? I have faith. Really strong faith. I believe so firmly that the toothbrush will work that it does. Every time. 

My dad doesn't believe. He figured that by luck, or lack there of, the toothbrush he was using was always the dead one, and the toothbrush I was using was always the alive one. I use the one on the charger, he uses the one left on the sink. So my dad does this:

Yes, he brought a napkin, sharpie, and tape into the bathroom so that he could tightly wrap the working brush in the napkin, remove it from the charger, and place the identical "broken" one on the charger in its place.

Instantly, I lost faith in the brushes. I was like, "Mannnn, now I have to tear off the napkin and use this one, cuz the one on the charger is probably broken" even though before I was so convinced that both toothbrushes worked. I unwrapped the "working" one, and it didn't work. Is this some sick sort of reverse psychology? My dad would. So I tried the one on the charger, only to find that one didn't work either now!! Neither of them. Now we have to use the new toothbrushes that my dad bought from Costco. That's what happens when you lose faith.

So I'm glad God doesn't work like this. Cuz with all the stuff going on with my mom's cancer, I've gone back and forth a million times between being really pessimistic and really optimistic, and I'm glad it's not like I need absolutely perfect faith for God to be faithful. Especially for times when I feel really hopeless, I'm glad there's grace for me to not feel like I'm not allowed to think what I'm thinking. It's good to know God is faithful despite all my "what if" and "why me" and "what are you doing" questions.

This picture is really gross, but it makes me laugh really hard.

Also, my family has a lot more healthy food around the house. I'm not always really happy about it, but sometimes I am because I get to explore this whole new side of baking that uses all these crazy ingredients. I think healthy recipes are a lot more creative than recipes that just use different combinations of chocolate, butter, and sugar. 

Tonight, I made oatmeal cranberry flax seed cookies!

EDIT: okay, my mom just used the toothbrush (old one, not the new costco one) and it works. whaaaat?

allysewn beanie

This past weekend I started working on Mr. Hoffman's Shield and Scroll beanie. It looks like this.

I never really liked how these beanies look. I know some people like them, but I think it's kinda embarrassing to wear so I never wear mine. Maybe I'm just overly self-conscious.
Anyway, I was supposed to cover the white sectors with light blue felt--YEAH. FELT. It brought back so many bad memories from previous felt projects (see my other entry, "Failure".) And I'm pretty sure the entire beanie is made out of some sort of felt, which was really hard to work under the sewing machine. So I had to hand sew it. It's probably better off that way, though. Things would have gotten really ugly if I tried to do it all by machine.
I also got to try embroidering by hand! The cat was kinda just for fun, so I took it off (the legs are weird and it doesn't really look professional. Really.. Would you respect someone wearing a little cat on his head?) If I'm feeling ambitious I might try and embroider the cousin sweatshirts! (We ordered it years ago and never actually got it done.)

The Final Product!

"Mr. Hoffman, do this *asian studio pic pose with hands under chin* so I can put you on my blog!"
"What? No. Why?"
"Please?"

"Wait can I see it to make sure it turned out okay?...Okay, tag me."

Sewme of the crafty things I've been up to

I haven't sewn for a while (although I do get to sew/embroider on Mr Hoffman's Shield & Scroll beanie, haha) and now, a lot of the time, I don't want to. Usually, when I sew, I just close the door to my room and spend the time by myself, on my floor, or at the sewing machine, cutting and sewing for hours, singing songs from Wicked to myself. I don't really want to isolate myself at home like that. I think I'd rather spend the time watching Arrested Development with my parents and fall asleep on their shoulders, or playing ping pong and getting dominated by my dad, who is surprisingly agile, or my mom, who just came out of surgery 2 days ago and can't move around, but still manages to own me so so so badly. Of course it feels good to run out of my room wearing something I just finished sewing and see the expression on my mom's face (WOW) but it's been good trying to find other crafty things to do that don't involve me isolating myself.

A little over a week ago, I made conversation heart shortbread cookies--not those nasty chalky tasting candies, to pass out at school before Valentine's Day. It's shortbread with food coloring, and the writing is done by a red food coloring marker, which was dying on me (no pun intended!!) the whole time.

Also. apparently nobody knows what S.W.A.K. means anymore. But it's not like anyone says that. I have never heard anyone say "swak," and I can't imagine a situation where anyone would. It's weird. Maybe it's just a conversation heart thing.

Another thing. I'm trying to make little clay things. I used to be really into clay a couple years ago (every time I made one I would announce to my family that I made a new little friend to play with) but I slowly stopped. But my friend at school, who makes amazing things out of clay and nail polish and anything artsy, inspired me to start up again.

Eve, rose, strawberry cake, and wildberry pop-tart. 

I miss pop-tarts. Kashi Go-Lean and Joe's O's just aren't the same as those overly frosted, just-out-of-the-toaster pop-tarts. When I go to college, I'm gonna buy pop-tarts, and I'm gonna be so happy. I used to love the strawberry ones, but I just searched pop-tarts on wikipedia, and there are so many new delicious-sounding flavors!!!

A milkshake in a tart?! I didn't think it was possible either.

mmmmmmm. This has to taste good.

Is it Eve or Eva?

And lastly, college stuff is coming out soon! I was going crazy yesterday in the halls at school when I heard people saying that UC Irvine sent out its acceptance emails. I spent at least an entire minute getting really excited, hurrying to pack up my backpack so I could check my email in the school library, before I remembered I didn't apply there. 

Still, exciting.

my life as an only child, sew far

I haven't sewn anything big in a while. I'm not feeling it right now.

But I made this ribbon flower:

I just followed this. I stuffed it in a bouquet of real flowers to see if people would notice. They haven't. And, I've tried making it again with my other ribbons, but I can't do it anymore. So I will not be making these for Valentines Day, as I do not know how anymore. Sew Sad.

Things are still sad at home, but my family is so much closer now. I definitely say that after every bad thing that happens in my family. But it has become even more true now. Even though we're miles apart. (guess where that's from!!!!)

For my mom, who can't eat anything rich, cheesy, spicy, spicey, fried, fiberous, or tomato based, and my dad, who can't eat anything fatty, salty, meaty, or starchy, and us kids, who want to eat something that will not taste like garbage, Daniel and I made turkey noodle soup and grilled vegetable sandwiches. If you can think of anything else we could have possibly made, you are incredible.