Playhouse

My son has a nylon play tent, part of this set by Ryan’s Room. One day, during one of those stealthy toddler moments, he got some of my sewing scissors and went to town. I stupidly heard him having a ball and was actually happy that he was happy and I could finish whatever I was working on quick. Then I turned around…

So the tent came down for a few months, but I got it back out recently to remind myself of the extent of the damage. And it’s pretty extensive. I actually think I’m going to completely replace the entire cover at some point – I’d rather it be cotton or something anyway – but I don’t have time at the moment.

So this afternoon, I repaired some of the holes with needle and thread, then I replaced one whole side with a green lining fabric. I’m not going to post pictures – the panel ended up being too tight (because I had to cut off the seam allowance on the remaining tent material, so the new end is about 1/4 inch too close all around) so it doesn’t fit too super well, and it’s kind of embarassingly messy looking. But it is done, and no more holes, and my son could really care less.

So we’re all happy for now!

I have Yarn. Could I be more insane?

 

So I own yarn.

The Village Knit Wit, my local yarn store, is closing. I’ve been in there a few times to get yarn with my mom. I’ve drooled, I’ve lusted, but I’ve ultimately refrained from buying yarn because I really don’t need a new hobby. But alas, nice textiles are my weakness!

So now that everything is 40% off, well, I caved and bought a few skeins. Or 10. Enough for a scarf, hat, and mittens for me. A pair or two of leggings or socks for Wally (or me). Some for a felted bag. But that’s it, I promise.

I should note: I made a scarf for Randy when I was in college. That’s the extent of my knitting experience. Like I said. I’m insane.