My brain is all over the place this week. I can’t seem to string a cohesive thought together if my life depended on it. Do you want to know how this post originally started? I had a whole paragraph typed up about how as I was putting my on nylons for Church, I was thinking, I sure hope no one walks in on me while I’m doing this. No one should ever be subjected to watching a woman put on her pantyhose. That is just plain cruel and unusual punishment. For all involved.
A whole paragraph!
Anyway. Did I tell you I have a new part-time job? It’s true. I’m the new marketing specialist for a business travel agency. It’s only a couple days each week so I still have time to work on the magazine (!) and schedule photo shoots and consult here and there. And, piece by piece, I feel like life is coming back together again.
Speaking of the magazine. Y’all—it is going to be so amazing. I have bitten off way more than one girl should chew (what’s new?) but it makes me so happy. So. incredibly. happy. And slowly but surely it’s coming together. I’ll have more news later this week about that.
And then there’s the concert … My first annual Christmas House Concert featuring the ever-lovely Mindy Gledhill. Tickets are selling and my house is filling up! I’m finishing the designs for the decorations today and getting a head start on refreshments. But most importantly, it will be so fun to see you, especially you readers I don’t know! (Tickets still available here.)
Now, if you’re just finding me through GTU (I had a craft segment this morning) welcome welcome. I’m Krista, a magazine publisher/photographer/marketing consultant & teacher/quintessential pisces/lover of crafties/single, 32-year-old Southern transplant with a fetish for words, hand-written letters mailed with a stamp, Valentine’s Day candy, cheese platters, the Bachelor(ette) when it’s not stupid (oxymoron intended), and Ryan Gosling (as of late. loved this.).
The last couple years have been a maze of discovery, emotion, grief, and understanding as I’ve sought to make sense of a substantial job loss, singledom, and the intersection of my life and my faith. And I’m realizing this blog is where my “becoming” plays out. I suppose you could say, that that is its purpose–its theme. And I’m happy to have you here.
By way of announcement, you can also find me
on Facebook :: on Pinterest :: on email
I also have an email list (over there on the right near the top) but, FYI, I stink at sending consistent email. I have grand plans for said list, but alas, I procrastinate. (That’s the polite way of saying I’m lazy.) But do sign up if you want an occasional email with delicious words, easy tutorials, and cool stuff. And it’s also the place you want to be when the so-called grand plans roll out. And grand they will be, I assure you.
Today in my segment I showed how to make customized fabric button earrings. They’re a great gift for the long list of ladies in your life. And inexpensive too–each set costs less than $1. Here is the tutorial if you missed it. And the video is at the end of this post.
Customized Fabric Button Earrings
craft cover button kit * scissors * fabric (small prints are best depending on the size of buttons) * any glue that will adhere metal * earring posts (or pins, magnets, etc. depending on the type of accessory you are making)
1. Place button kit template on fabric and trace circle following directions in kit.
2. Cut out fabric circle.
3. Center fabric wrong side up, over the mold (comes in the button kit), and press button shell into mold.
4. Tuck fabric into button shell.
5. Place button back over tucked fabric, press down firmly with pusher (comes in the button kit) to snap into place.
6. Glue earring post to back of button.
7. Repeat for second earring.
1. Use these fabric buttons for the center of a fabric flower brooch.
2. Glue magnets to the back for a set of matching of customized magnets.
3. Use computer printer fabric to print designs, words, or pictures straight from your computer for even more personalized accessories.
Cute as a button indeed. Much cuter than me putting on my nylons.