Sunday, March 20, 2011

sassacraft #16


happy first birthday, B. for you, i made this. your mommy (my friend Emily) picked the verse 3 John 4 and i decided where to go from there. i painted a cross, off-center, on this canvas. then i mod podged pages from the Gospel of John. i painted your sweet little feet pink and let you make some footprints on the canvas. i wrote the verse: "I have no greater joy than to know that my children are walking in the truth," on the cross and around your footprints.

this piece is so special, because it reminds your mommy and, eventually, hopefully, you that you must strive each day to walk in the Truth. and i pray that every time your precious mommy sees it she will remember to pray for your salvation and walk with Christ, that you will grow each day closer to the heart of God and rest your head always upon His chest and cherish His Name. i know your mommy already prays for your salvation. you should know that. you are so precious to her, but you are even more precious to Jesus, sweet girl. that is why you are a Joy.




sassacraft #15

well, this is it, folks.


i know you have just been dying for me to reveal the piece i made for Emily. at least, i know i've been dying to reveal it, so your impatience is understandable.

but first, let me tell you a little about this piece. i love it. a lot. i wish i wasn't giving it away, because i have the perfect place to hang it. and it would look awesome there. it really would.

second, it is a mod podge canvas with burlap embellishments. i ripped apart my copy of Out of Africa by Isak Denisen and asked my mom to help me sort through the pages looking for good quotes and interesting pages. i mod podged the pages down one at a time, working very carefully not to leave any bubbles (there are a few, but not too many). then i drew out a large outline of Africa and used my new favorite tool--a rotary blade--to cut it out. i cut a heart from red burlap and used some thin gardening twine to stitch the heart to Africa. threading that needle was the most difficult part of this whole project. then, i used tacky glue to stick Africa to the canvas. ta-da, art!

and Emily loves it. see for yourself.



sassacraft #12 (adorned)

yay, a model!

see how cute the flowers are? you want one, don't you? for a limited time, starting at the low low price of $5. get them while you can, because this price won't last long!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

sassacraft #12 (and a half)

more flowers. an hour an a half of work, and i have six more colors. just thought i'd share the hues, and let you know that a red is on it's way. a certain craft store here only carries shade of pink. really, if you want one, let me know!


Monday, March 7, 2011

sassacraft #14

this is a craft surprise for my dear friend Emily. we did a craft exchange (that was supposed to be for Christmas...) and she gave me my craft a couple weeks ago. she sewed a super cute purse that i absolutely love and need to take a picture of to show you all. and i made her this. she's gonna love it.



if you can't tell what it is, that's because i blurred it out, thanks to picnik. you see, it's a surprise. check back in two weeks and you'll see what it really is. you'll also get to see what i made for Em's sweet baby's first birthday. that's a surprise too.

anyone want to take a guess? and JJ, you can't guess, because you already know!

sassacraft #13

necessity is the mother of invention, or ingenuity. or something like that.

if you ask me, those boys are twins.



i was making my flowers, and cut open the bag of tiny beads (that was already spilling beads all over my desk without me knowing it) and found that these little things can escape from grasp very, very fast. i needed something to put them in, and i needed it five minutes ago.



i corralled the beads as best i could back into the baggie, and found myself so very thankful for strange donations. you see, about, i don't know, eight or nine months ago, a mother brought a box of empty baby food jars into the daycare to see if we could use them. they sat in the hallway by the craft cabinets for about six months, then i claimed them for my class in January, saying that i would make snowglobes with my three year olds (i know, i was overzealous...) well, i never got around to actually planning that craft, much less executing it, and March rolled in last week with the jars collecting dust in the corner. so i brought them home, thinking surely i could do something with them.



surely enough, i could. i found that baby food jars are the perfect size for holding tiny beads, small clothespins, scraps of Scripture, and buttons, among many other things: eyebolts, wire, ribbon scraps, screws, nails, bobby pins, barrettes..i could go on!



but with all that usefulness, the lids were kind of ugly. brand names just aren't that attractive. so i found a way to make them so. i cut 3 x 3 squares of fabric and mod podged them to the lids. I tied a thin ribbon around the lid for extra hold and trimmed the extra fabric off, though it looks cute with the pointy parts too. i only made four with some scrap fabric, but i think i might hit up Hobby Lobby on saturday for some fun spring prints to brighten things up. by next monday, i will have two dozen or so cute little jars for holding little things that can easily get lost under all the big things.


i can't wait!

Sassacraft #12

ah, flowers. i do love them. they always make me smile, and make me happy, and make me marvel at the amazing intricacies of God's creative hands. flowers are so beautiful, unique, delicate, colorful, and powerful. i mean, we wouldn't have honey without flowers, and if we didn't have honey, there would have been no "land flowing with milk and honey" for God to promise to the Israelites. the manna in the desert would never have tasted like "wafers made with honey." Samson could never have eaten honey taken from a lion's carcass, then made a riddle of this experience that would reveal his wife's character and loyalties when she told her people the answer to his riddle. David never could have said that the laws of God tasted like honey on his lips, sweeter even than honey from the honeycomb. John the Baptist would have had to subsist on only locusts in the wilderness, instead of locusts and honey (which, to me, would be the only way i would ever eat a locust, if it were smothered in honey...). and the scrolls Ezekiel and John ate would never have tasted so delicious on their tongues. flowers make honey possible, and without honey, the promises and truths of God would lose their flavor. God provided so divinely, so completely, that He made flowers to make honey possible, so that we could understand in part the fullness, richness, sweetness of His law and love and sovereignty and majesty.



in my own attempt to reflect His glory and majesty, i have tried my hand at making some flowers. i didn't come up with this craft on my own. i'm not that creative to know about fabric like this. i borrowed the craft from one of my new favorite bloggers, hailing from the great northeast, Emily. she posts tutorials and fun things on her blog, and sells some art prints that i like. if you want to know how to make these adorable imitations of God's awesome majesty, feel free to browse her tutorials and learn a few things like i did. i'm not going to explain them here, only say that they were easy, fun, and dangerous to make. a great combination!



and if you'd like to have one of you own, but don't want to try your hand at making them, i've got your back. $5 each, and you pick the way you want to wear it. hair clip? pin? headband? let me know!


Friday, March 4, 2011

why new shoes can make your day, or, how daycare refined my theology


Chucks are my favorite. also, TOMS. but i recently bought new Chucks. they are charcoal gray. or, grey, if you are so inclined. i was really happy when i wore them on monday. practically skipping, except i thought i might scuff them if i skipped. but probably beaming. because i'm a girl, and girls love new shoes.

then, i got to work. you may or may not know that i work in a daycare. and you may or may not know that this is a high stress, complex, frenzied, demanding career. i happen to work with three year olds. kids are so sweet at that age. they say the darn-dest things. for instance, "a bear bit my booty!" [child pulls down own pants to show friends imaginary bear-bite]. new skills are rapidly acquired at this age, such as somersaulting, tumbling, running [away], [un]tying shoes, potty training, and dressing and undressing oneself. children at this age begin to play with, not alongside peers. which directly correlates with their ability to fight with, not at each other.

don't get me wrong. i love kids. love. Love. LOVE. kids. i want my own someday. but i am also convinced that rearing 15 of my own children would be leagues easier to handle than rearing 15 unrelated children, mainly because not all of my children will all turn three between July 2010 and May 2011.

here's a few reasons why.

parents are important. this is incredibly understated in a culture that finds it normal to let strangers raise their children. most children under my care are at the center for between 7 and 10 hours a day, five days a week. that's a lot of time. and not all child care providers realize the import of the task entrusted to them, that is to provide a safe and stimulating environment in which the children under their care can learn the truths of Scripture and develop into biblical children who "Honor your father and mother" and "obey your parents." but even when children are blessed enough to be cared for by such people, they are missing some of the most important role models in their lives: mom and dad. i wonder how children can learn to "honor your father and mother" when the main disciplinary figures in their lives punch in and out each morning and night.

discipline is important. time out is not effective discipline. let me be frank. by the time i get children in my class, time out is a game for some, and a solace for others. and they are three. regulations regarding time out limit the number of minutes to corresponding with the child's age. the child cannot be out of sight of the teacher (and, consequently, cannot be out of sight of his or her peers). the child cannot be degraded in any form, such as forced to stand with his nose in a corner or where a dunce cap on her head. i'm not saying that i would do all these things were i allowed, i'm simply giving stipulations. were i the parent of these children, time out would be spent alone in the child's room, totally isolated from peers. but were i the parent of these children, and the child had behaved in a way that sent him or her to time out four, five, six times in the last hour, i would spank my child.

can of worms: opened.

some people don't believe in spanking. they think it is child abuse. they think it is detrimental to a child's well being and development, and that it will produce a generation of people who are delinquent and unruly. i believe the opposite is true. spanking is not abuse. it is discipline. it is not always the right form of discipline for a situation, but sometimes, it is. and if you think that spanking will produce a generation of delinquent and unruly people, you should see some of the children i come across whose parents only, always, use time out. unless parents exercise proper authority over the discipline of their children, they will raise children who do not recognize authority in their parents, teachers, bosses, or leaders. and then they will wonder why their teenagers were rebellious, why their college student dropped out after one semester, why their thirty-something couldn't hold down a job, or why their child got mixed up in drugs and alcohol. this won't always happen if you don't spank your kids. this won't always not happen if you do spank your kids. but i have seen what lack of discipline does to a child's respect for authority. and remember, i teach three year olds.

love is important. i don't think i need to elaborate this point.

all this to say, i have come to understand Christ better after my experiences at daycare.

i have heard it said before, even read it in the training materials from the state, that "children are naturally good." put another way, "all children want is to please their parents/teachers/care-givers." i sometimes wonder if people who believe these statements have ever actually met a child. you see, i believe that children are born sinners. i guess i'm a Calvinist on this, but humanity is totally depraved from the second they breathe their first breath. don't believe me? observe the eyes of a eight month old child when you tell her not to touch daddy's cell phone. there is understanding and defiance and sin in there. children do not need to be taught how to sin--how to lie and hurt others and steal and hide their wrongdoings. i have yet to work with a child who will tell me the truth the first time i ask. or the second. or the third. or ever. i don't have a single child in my class that can tell me what he or she is sorry for when they apologize. and when asked why they are in trouble, the rote reply is 'i don't know."

man is fallen. by nature, we seek to please ourselves. even babies. you may say i should cut infants some slack, as they are infants, but they serve to prove a point. they can bite, pull hair, push, and steal toys just because that is what they want, that is what will make them happy. three year olds do the same. they don't think about how the other child will feel, or how mommy will feel if they take the car away from their friend. they think about what they will feel. sinners of all ages act this way.

no child is naturally good. we are all sinners. the task of parents and care-givers is teaching children that they are sinners and teaching them to want to shun sinful behavior.

yet, Christ died for us. when our depravity runs so deep, He shed His blood to cover all our sins. the depth of that knowledge in light of what i see at daycare is staggering. and i love my Savior all the more. His sacrifice is so great, it is all i can do to praise His name. and realize my task with these children: to teach them of His sacrifice. what a weight of glory.

cake pops taste like awesome in your mouth

one of my dearest friends in the world recently started her very own business. she hopes it will take off and she can do it full time and introduce the world, or at least her own little part of the world, to the wonders of cake pops. and i think her little business venture shows promise. not just because she is my best friend in the world and i'll always encourage her, but also because these things are AWESOME! and i don't use capital letters frivolously.

cake pops just have a way of melting in your mouth, making you sigh with utter delight. what is a cake pop, you ask? well, you've asked the right girl, because i have an inside line to newest cake pop extraordinaire! it's cake and icing perfectly proportioned and rolled together, placed on a stick, and dipped in a delicious candy coating. the flavors are endless. the delight is pure. and the crumbs are few.

a few weekends ago, i helped this dear friend get ready for a local chocolate festival by rolling 700+ half-size samples. the pops were gone in an hour and forty-two minutes. some people came back for seconds. and thirds. and fourths. we had to stop them at fifths. children were told by their own parents to "get your own." women raved that it was "the best thing i've put in my mouth all day." men smiled maniacally as they swiped a second sample while their wives filled out door prize forms. grazers secretly used our trash can to spit out the brownies from the booth next to us, only to rave loudly when they tried a delicious cake pop. one girl even talked about having cake pops at her wedding.

they were a big hit in a bite-size ball. they are delicious. what, you want to try some? order your own piece of awesome. i'm sure my friend would really appreciate it.


sassacraft #11

i'm back in the game, folks. mostly. i may not be able to complete projects as fast as i want, because my wrist is starting to protest. i sprained it as a teenager. i think i was playing wall ball in the back parking lot at church and fell and bent it backwards, or maybe i was jumping off the swings on the swing set in our backyard and and tried to catch myself and fell on it weird. actually, it was probably both. well, you may or may not know that old injuries can flare up from time to time when particular strain is placed on the joints. like staring a weight lifting routine, driving a lot, rolling cake pops (pictures on that to come), writing, typing, lifting small children all day, or getting on a crafting binge that has thus far produced 8 completed projects in about a month, with another three in process.

so the strain put my wrist in an immobilizing brace, and i can't use it a lot. when it starts to hurt, i have to stop. it even swelled a little, and i started thinking about that part in the Star Trek movie where McCoy keeps injecting Kirk with different vaccines to make him look ill, and Kirk has all these adverse allergic reactions, but it works because McCoy gets to take Kirk onto the Enterprise...rewind, i sound like a dweeb. but if you know me personally, you already know that i am a dweeb. and i own that.

moving on.

this is a piece i made for my mom. one of her favorite chapters is Psalm 1. she loves the imagery of a "tree planted by streams of water," and so do i. and it makes me think of "oaks of righteousness," which is one of my favorite images in Scripture. i sketched the piece first and painted it with watercolors. then i transferred the image to canvas. i used pages from Psalms for the stream, trunk, and leaves. my mom and i worked together on a paraphrase of Psalm 1:2-3: "How blessed is the man who delights in the law of the LORD and meditates on it day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, that yields fruit in its season and does not wither, but prospers in all he does."



i kept the watercolor sketch, and mom is going to hang the canvas in her bedroom.