Showing posts with label Dillbot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dillbot. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

My Crafty Man- Part 3

Dillon deserves more credit, so I thought I would give him some here.  The fact that he is incredibly talented is just one of the hundreds of reasons why he is so great.

He makes amazing stuff!

Like this Droid.

And these statues.
(The original clay mold.)
 

(The concrete and plaster versions.)


And this bone.
 
I can't tell you how many people are shocked to find out this is carved out of plaster and isn't the real deal.  He put so much time and detail into it.  It's very realistic.

 
Isn't he extraordinary?

Monday, December 28, 2009

My Crafty Man.

I spent at least an hour of Christmas Eve watching Dillon torture poor ol' Bessie.  I'll be honest, I was terrified the whole time.

It all started when I set up the sewing machine to stitch a little something up.  It was meant to be a really quick project, 10 minutes max.  The kind of thing that takes you longer to set up then it does to actually stitch.  Upon hearing that I had not yet taken advantage of some of then fancy stitches I have, Dillon insisted upon showing me.  Not that he knew how to do it really, but he'd been shown by the man he purchased it from.  Gotta love him for trying!  Admittedly, my hubby is a genius and a whiz with machinery so I trusted him.  For some reason, after hearing about how crafty his Mom is, I just figured maybe he'd played around with one as a kid.  It wasn't until after he'd started that he casually mentioned he'd never used a sewing machine before.  Great.
 
This happened.  A lot.

Yes, the manual was consulted.  Several times.

The end result.  Lovely isn't it? 
 Needless to say, I never got around to stitching up that one little thing.  Such is life.  And I heard some noises that I don't think are good to be coming from a sewing machine.  I'm hoping that it was just the thread that I had loaded in there in a pinch.  I know, shame on me, cheap thread is the worst for ol' Bessie.  I went to the craft store to get some nice, high quality thread and I'm hoping that makes her all better.  I've been too frightened to fire her back up since then, but that's on my list for the beginning of this week.  After all that Bessie has been through this holiday, I'm going to do something nice for her, I'm getting her some ink.  I can't wait to pick up some paint pens and give her a tattoo!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thankful!


Today (and everyday) I feel grateful to have a wonderful partner to spend my life with.  This is my all time favorite picture of us, taken in Fort Bragg, California.  The old school way- I miss Polaroids!
I am also so thankful for great friends- new and old.  I love that I am finding myself and am able to share that with a supportive, encouraging group of people.  So, thank you for all of the kind words.

Ten things I am also grateful for (in no particular order)

* Tequila (My Dog, not the beverage!)
* The kitties- Chunky, Boris and Natasha
* Frankie (RIP Princess)
* My French Press
* Music on Vinyl
* Crafting Supplies
* Acrylic Paint and brushes
* Hugs and Kisses
* Random Acts of Kindness
* Snail Mail

I hope everyone has a wonderful day!


Thursday, October 15, 2009

His and Hers

I'm always bugging Dillon to be creative with me.  We've taking enough art classes together that I know the man can hold a paint brush or manipulate some charcoal.  Plus, I've got so many supplies that a few projects here and there wouldn't even add a dent to the piles.  Alas, he never does.  It's understandable though, he's busy and probably tired.

However, I was  happy to hear him say, "I'll make one too," when I announced I was going to go make ATCs the other night.  (Even if he was picking the smallest possible thing, just to be able to say, "See, I do stuff with you," it was still cute.)


His!

It's a robo-dog.  Robots are his thing.  And since I could never give his away, I made him one so we could trade.


I wanted to reflect his style of being a kid at heart.  Honestly though, sometimes it is like living with a 7 year old boy.  Well, a pair of them because we have a roommate too :)  The robots on here are fabric scraps from his favorite boxers that were shredded in the dryer shortly after purchase.  He loved them so much, he even showed them to the tattoo artist who designed our robot tattoos for inspiration, lol.