Don’t Toss Those Roses!

At least keep the petals!

They're pretty!

Perhaps, like me, you recently received some roses.

And perhaps, like mine, they now look more like this:

D'oh!

Then again, perhaps not. I mean, I’ve never had roses dry out like that before, certainly not after one week while they were still in water! (Crazy!)

Anyway, the floral fun doesn’t have to end just because the roses are biting the dust. There are a lot of things you can do with your bouquet besides toss it in the trash.

If you’d like flattened petals, pull them off the roses carefully while they are still soft and pliable. Even on my roses, the interior petals are still soft. Then, take two layers of tissues (some people use paper towels, but I find that regular tissues do a great job absorbing the moisture and don’t imprint their texture on the petals) and place the rose petals between them. Don’t let your petals overlap, don’t try to layer them. Just one tissue, one layer of rose petals, then another tissue. Then put your rose petal sandwich in between the pages of a large, thick book. If you don’t have anything like a dictionary you can use a regular hard-backed book and just squeeze it in between some other books on the shelf or stack other books on top of it to press the pages firmly together. In a week or two, your rose petals will be flat, fragrant, and fragile. I’ve been drying petals like this for years and it works beautifully.

If you’d like your petals three-dimensional and you don’t live in an insanely dry climate where they’ll dehydrate still on the rose in a week, you can gently remove your petals from the roses and place them on a paper towel on a flat surface. Place them where they will get air circulation (so, not in a cupboard) but won’t get blown around by breezes. Again, depending on humidity I’d expect this to take a week or so.

If you’re in more of a hurry, this site describes a method of microwaving your rose petals so they dry out in minutes! (Disclaimer: I have not tried this, don’t set your microwave on fire please!)

Then you could always dry an entire rose by hanging it in a dry, dark place for about two weeks. I’ve never tried this either, as I much prefer just having the petals.

One more idea: someday, I’m going to try making some rose petal beads, but it looks like more work than I have time for right now.

Me? I just pulled the exterior petals of my roses that were already completely dried (I’m talking dead-leaf dry, here) and placed them in an old candle jar.

And my husband didn't think I should keep the jar. Hah.

It’s a seriously simple way to keep old flowers around, or preserve roses from a special day. (I still have the petals of the roses Greg bought me when Max was born, for instance.)

Turn Pajama Pants into a Skirt

(And You, Too, Can Be Secretly Comfortable in Slightly Dressy Situations)

I'm in my pajamas!

Why is it that if you wear soft cotton pants (with happy pineapples and winking lemons on them) out in public, you’re a slob, but if you wear the same fabric made into a skirt it’s cute and summery? Anyone? Beats me. I don’t make the rules, I just complain about them.

Max took this next picture for me. He’s six, you know. Six is a great age. He’s getting very responsible, and he can do all sorts of new, exciting things. Like use a camera!

What a bum!

Well, you know. Sort of.

Here’s the thing. It’s hot here. It’s too hot for jeans. With few exceptions, I don’t do shorts. Most of my skirts (and the skirts I’ve seen out shopping) are not suitable for lounging around the house or sitting on the floor playing roll-the-ball with toddlers. I spent most of last week wearing a very lightweight pair of snowman pajama pants whenever I was home, but I started to get some funny looks from Greg and friends that came over.

I’ve seen a lot of tutorials for turning jeans into skirts, but I’ve never been a jean-skirt kind of girl. (Plus, denim is hot!!!) Pajama pants turned skirt seemed like an obvious solution – but then again, maybe it’s just the heat melting my brain. C’mon, you know you want to make some, too!

Just take one pair of comfortable pajama pants (a little big is better than a little small) and rip out the inseam all the way across. Just go up one leg and down the other, being sure to completely separate all seams and hems and joins and what have you so that you are left with what is essentially a very long, strange skirt with slits in the front and the back.

Then, decide how long you want your skirt to be. I go for just-longer-than-knee-length, myself. Now, ADD about an inch and a half to that measurement. (I wanted mine to be a little longer in the back, so I added another inch to that side.) Now cut off the extra length!

Turn your skirt inside out and flatten it to the side (so that the front is at one side and the back is at the other, instead of being in the center). You have a problem.

Whoops.

That is not a shape you want to see in a skirt. So, for the front only (although, I’ve just realized that this picture is of the back), I just sewed a new seam like this:

About that straight, too.

and cut off the excess. I went ahead and sewed the pieces together all the way down to the hemline, because I wanted the front of my skirt to be straight and flat. TIP: if your pajama pants are made of a knit material, you must be extremely careful not to pull or stretch the fabric as you sew it, or you will get puckers and ripples in your seam. If you do not have a serger (I sure don’t) you can run a tight zigzag stitch up the inside of the seam to prevent the fabric from raveling. (Unraveling? Kind of a flammable/inflammable grammatical situation going on, there.)

If you want to have a straight skirt and you’ve got enough fabric to go around, you can do the same thing in the back. I’m not a fan of straight skirts, myself, and I wanted to have more room to move around in, so I decided to make a little kick pleat in the back with the leftover leg fabric.

So: instead of sewing the little triangle (I’m afraid I don’t know the technical term. Crotch?) closed, I just cut it off so that my fabric went straight down from the behind to the hem. Then I cut a triangle from one of the legs, as wide as I could get:

Like so.

And inserted it into the gap in the back. Then all you have to do is turn the hem and sew all the way around! I did a very thin double hem (turn it up, sew it, turn it up again, sew it) because that’s how I was brought up, dang it. I also stretched the fabric while I was hemming it to make a soft ruffle reminiscent of a lettuce edging. I could have sworn it was called a cabbage ruffle, but Google disagrees.

Cute!

It’s quick, it’s cool, it’s cute, it’s comfortable. I’m satisfied!

On Being “Mom”

I am a Mom. It is both who I am (although it’s not the only person I am) and what I do. It’s something that defines me.

They are adorable, and I love them.

We had some portraits taken before we left Japan. (Fun fact, if you can read kanji you’ll know where we were stationed from this pic!)

Me and my first baby. :)

In motherhood, all of my half-developed skills and modest talents combined to form a strange sort of superpower. I’m a fairly good singer, an indifferent seamstress, a sometime artist and storyteller. Put me into a group of adults and I fade into the background. Put me in a room with some children, though, and soon we will all be having a good time.

Although it will probably be a dirty room.

As my children show me their view of the world, I remember things that I had forgotten, and learn other things that I never knew.

Who's there?!

More times than I can count, I’ve had to push through my own limitations, to go past what I thought I could take, and postpone or ignore my own desires so that I could meet the needs of these little men.

Worth it.

The more I experience as a mother, the more I appreciate my own mother.

Just me and my baby sister.

That’s me on the right; my little sister is on the left. We are the third and fourth children, respectively, out of six. This week my mom told me that she still wakes up in the night when it’s time to feed the baby – and my youngest sister just turned nineteen. Motherhood is something that leaves a permanent mark on a person (hopefully for the better).

Goofballs.

Being a mom has taught me a lot about things like “How to Suck it Up and Just Take Care of Things” and “Why You’re Now Responsible for Everyone’s Vomit” as well as “Things Kids Will and Won’t Eat: The Saga Continues.” I can’t remember the last time I had a full night’s sleep, and I’ve been surprised to learn that I don’t need one to be a happy, useful person. Life goes on whether you’re tired or not.

Kids are fun!

Kids are a pain. And a joy. They are also, surprisingly, individuals and people in their own right – and every one is different. Even twins.

I feel fortunate to have the blessing of motherhood, and the opportunity to be, now and forever – a Mom.