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Month: March, 2012

Hole Reinforcement Envelope Liners

I know, I know. Another DIY Envelope Liner tutorial. What can I say? I’m on a roll. Arguably, these aren’t proper liners, but a colorful pop of surprise for the inside of the envelopes.

Fun in a letter, if you will.

I certainly shall.

I started this project because of something I have planned for the upcoming baby shower, thus the majority of the liners I did in the color scheme of the shower’s invitations (since that’s informing the whole party).

Then, with the leftover envelopes and reinforcements, I made a rainbow colored spread for my future snail mailings.

Lawd do I love me a good rainbow explosion. Don’t worry, Kimmy, I totally made a pack for you, too.

Here’s what you need to tackle this simple but playful project.

Sharpies, or colored pencils, or crayons, or paint, or the coloring device of your choosing
Hole reinforcements

1. Use said coloring device to color in the hole reinforcements. I put a rainbow pack of Sharpies to work.

2. Stick the colored reinforcements onto the inside of the envelope.

3. Enjoy!

And get to writing some letters! Put that pen to work! Exercise that literary muscle!

I also experimented with crayons, although I wasn’t as pleased with the result.

Perhaps for a different project, with different colors… for another time.

These little liners serve as a lovely compliment to the water drop patterning from the invitation, no?

And I know they’ll add a little sumfin sumfin to the party. I’m all about the extra flourishes and details. That’s where the fun lives.

(At least in my neurotic mind!)

Now onward to the next bit of party decor…

Photos & Tutorial: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart

Row row row your boat

Her new preschool has had an amazing impact thus far. Not the least of which is this song.

James and I both died laughing when she first shared her interpretation of Row row row your boat during yesterday’s dinner.

En Plein Air

This weather is freaking me out. It’s unnerving. This kind of heat. In March. Bare trees and 80 degrees? That shit ain’t right.

Doesn’t mean that we’re not milking it for all it’s worth.

All three of my pale family members are coated in SPF 60. At this rate, we should really invest in the sunscreen industry.

Kaki’s Style, no. 9 // Redfish Kid’s

{Marley Play Set in Soft Pink: Redfish Kids; Socks: Trumpette}

This baby can now sit up unassisted. She knows how to activate those core muscle like a Pilates star. You should see her boat pose.

I wish I could make similar claims, but alas, postpartum recovery the second time around is proving more of a challenge than after the first. And I’ll never dare touch a jump rope. Ever again. No amount of kegeling can remedy that situation.


Now that Kaki can sit up – nay, go from lying down to sitting up ON HER OWN – we were able to snap pictures of her rocking the Marley Play Set from Redfish Kids. Equally as sweet and adorable as the dress Sunny wore a few weeks back.

And I cannot get enough of the puffy pants. Such fun!

My lord she is pale, JAMES.

I’m waiting for her to throw up that right leg in Jane Fonda like style.

Howdy, crawler!

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart
Clothing: Courtesy of Redfish Kids

Currently Reading

On (finally) accepting feminism:

 And it wasn’t until now, in a home surrounded by daughters, in a community composed almost solely of women, strong, sensational women, to own a term that for so many years I refused.
8 Actors who looks exactly the same on every movie poster. Seriously. This shit is hysterical.

Of course having a go-to look requires some talent or, at the very least, the ability to emote. Lacking that, a favorite body part will do. For instance, Jean-Claude Van Damme desperately wants to show you his right arm.

Government Free VJJ. YES! I’m getting my feminist, activist on with my knitting needles. My little uterus just needs some Fallopian tubes and a smile. I’ll be sure to share pictures. If you’re a knitter or crocheter, I urge you to participate! And even if you’re not, you can help spread the word.

Hands off my uterus! Here’s one of your own!

Sunny’s Style, no 15 // Polkadot What // Giveaway

{Leggings: Polkadot What; Shirt: Crew Cuts; Shoes: Pediped; Printables: Oh Happy Day!}

As I’ve mentioned, Sunny is not a pants wearing kind of gal. The only type of leg wear she’ll tolerate is that of the legging or tight variety. If we cover her stems in apparel that is too “loose” fitting, she’ll protest and whine and make claims of wetting her pants to get out of the offending garments.

She’s her Mama’s girl.

It comes as no surprise that when Polkadot What was put on my radar, I was intrigued. Leggings? In playful geometric shapes and patterns? That Sunny could customize?

Yes please!

She sat before the computer screen and carefully made her selection, opting for green stars and solid purple circles.

It appears that she is Happy Superstar.

I mean, just look at that smile! And those superstar dance moves! Polkadot What has her pegged.

If these came in my size, I’d go for the triangles paired with the pink circles. A Confident Creative I am!

These are still a tad big for her, but she delighted in shooting pictures against this loud pink back drop showing off the new addition to her wardrobe.

Also? The polka dot accented packaging in which these leggings arrived was almost as delightful as the pants themselves. I’m a sucker for that kind of attention to detail. Brava, Polkadot What!

So, you like? Well, good! Because you can win a pair for your little one.

Here’s how you can win a pair of Polkadot What leggings. Yay!

• visit Polkadot What

• leave a comment below telling me about your favorite pattern combo for the leggings. Sunny is apparently a Happy Superstar with her star/purple circle selection!

for an extra chance to win…
follow Polkadot What and me on Twitter, then tweet the following phrase (then, come back here and share a link to your Tweet in the comments): Did you catch @tweetalacart & @polkadotwhat custom legging giveaway? I just entered!:

another chance to win…
‘like’ Polkadot What and me on Facebook, then come back here and tell us you like us, you really like us! in the comments.

and one final chance to win…
subscribe to my blog, then come back here and let me know that you’re reading along in the comments.

Make sure you enter a valid email address in the email section of the comment box so I can contact you if you win!
The winner will be chosen next Monday, March 26nd at 12pm EST. Open worldwide. Total Value: $32.


Camilla Babe Sweater

I’ve been working on this sweater for weeks. I loved the pattern the moment that I laid eyes on it. Something about the fan detail through the center… swoon.

I knit the sweater using a variation of the yarn I used for Sunny’s sweater jacket. Of course, I ran out of that particular color at the very end of the pattern. And rather than order up another skein, I used the leftovers from the jacket. So now the sweater has a band of purplish coloring happening across the top. Let’s pretend that was intentional, shall we?

As told by the model herself, I made the sweater in a size 2, knowing that Courtland would get more use out of it. While the sleeves are a tad long and the neck a bit wide, it’s not nearly as ginormous as a 2-year old article of clothing should be on a 7 month old body.

I’m very pleased to have finished this project before the complete onset of spring. I’m feeling ready to tuck away my needles for the season and turn my energies to a much grander endeavor. Details forthcoming…

But for the next two weeks, I’ve got to focus my evenings on preparing for the baby shower. If you follow me on Instagram, then you’ve already seen some festive decor cropping up around these parts.

You can find details about the sweater and the link to the pattern in my Ravelry projects here.

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart

Weekend Snaps

The fact that a phone took this image blows my mind.

Also? Spring has sprung!

In the words of Miss Addison: The flower is yellow like the sun, Mom!

Be sure to follow along on Instagram (@igalacart). Admittedly, I went a little photo crazy today. I was drunk off all the sunshine and warmth! I blame all this excess Vitamin D!

Confession: I may have snapped a picture while in the bath tub to try and document my lobster tattoo (which resides on my left foot) cozying up to Moby, our whale spout cover, only to realize (after posting to the whole wide Internet) that I was flashing everyone in the reflection of the tub drain. The upside is that my lady bits were out of frame, and there’s a handy TRASH button which was promptly put to use. That’s what I get for ODing on Instagram.

Despite this little hiccup, in the words of Kaki’s bum…

Happy weekend to all!

Currently Gawking

Since we didn’t see much of the white stuff this winter, I”ll have to be satisfied by these astounding patterns created by Simon Beck. The man hikes around in snow shoes with a GPS and creates this kind of magic. Pretty incredible. Okay, fine, REALLY incredible.

LINK: Simon Beck

Month 7


even months. How is that even possible, Courtland?

And yet, here you are, on the brink of crawling. Rolling, and flopping, and dragging your little body from one end of the room to the other. Contentedly playing and cooing and chewing on a sea of toys coating the carpet. You’ve become so comfortable being alone and unattended. I’m not sure how this happened, given how particular you were for the first half year of your life, but something shifted this month. We can plop you on the floor and you’ll joyously entertain yourself. Moving from one toy to the next, wildly squawking and causing quite the ruckus. Hanna looms over you, licking your face and watching your every move if Daddy or I leave the room to fold laundry or grab a snack for your sister. She’s your Nana Dog, and finds you as delicious as you find our spread of wooden mixing spoons that so entice you during dinner time.

And on that note, meals are now a proper family affair. You sit in the highchair like quite the big girl, drooling and teething and banging on kitchen utensils. Sunny sits at her table which we’ve pulled next to the dining room table. And there we are. A family of four. Eating. Talking about our days. While we don’t yet understand your contributions, they are always enthusiastic and expressed with much fanfare.

And here is where I take a moment to acknowledge that Daddy and I make very loud babies. You and Sunny, while different is so very many ways, share the same high pitched, abrasive screech and Scuttle-like squawk. I wrote about it here and here and here and this is by far Auntie Kimmy’s favorite video documenting this voice with your sister. You are no exception. After being around your new friend Alison, I was struck by how different you sounded from her and thus how notably similar your pitch and tenor is to your sister’s. I’ll take this as a sign that you all have inherited my abrasively loud voice. It’s genetic! The Voice That Roared has been passed on! LUCKY DADDY!

Now that you’ve surpassed the mid-year marker, you are generally more at ease and easy going. You’re content to babble and stomp in your Pack n’Play whether it’s before you’re ready for sleep at bedtime, or when you first awake in the morning. While you still wake at least once per night to nurse, you are always willing to be carted back to your bed and put to sleep for a few more precious hours. In fact, once this week you slept for over 12 hours straight. While my boobs could have crushed stone they were so engorged by this change of schedule, Daddy and I delighted in the potential for a life of uninterrupted sleep. We can tell you’re going to get there, and that is reassuring. I won’t have these big bags under my eyes forever! HURRAY!

I’ve noticed that this month you are far more cautious of strangers. While you once smiled wildly and unabashedly at every passing face, you now eye new people with reservation and caution. You make them work for those smiles – which are still as wide and bright as ever when finally offered. The smiles are so wide in fact that they cause your face to mold into a perfect little square – your cheeks scrunched up so high that your chin tucks up and under and your face takes the form of that right angled geometry.

Unfortunately, with this new stranger danger mindset, you are very unwilling to let new people hold you, and even protest when handed over to your beloved babysitter. Of course, as soon as Daddy or I leave the room, you are happy and delightful. You just want your voice heard. These days you are far more apt to voice your opinion about who lays hands on you than ever before.

And I suppose that’s all a part of growing up. While you are easier and more fun in some ways, you’ve become more challenging in others. And that’s just as it should be. Momar explained that as your children grow, it gets better and better. More and more complicated and complex, of course. But the rewards become much greater, thus the complexities worth the struggle.

And so I will revel in this time where I am still your most favorite face in The Universe. I will enjoy that my touch, my hands, my embrace is enough to melt away the tears and make everything right in your little world. And I hope that, while it will not always be so easy, I will always be that source of comfort. That I will always be your safe harbor. Because if I could, my daughter, I would ensure that your face were always in the shape of that delightful little square.

Happy 7 Months, baby.

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