Something-New Sunday

 Remember this post? 

Well, these papery thingys. . .

. . .got printed up on cloth, sewn, stuffed, and became these ornaments!

We made bunches of little stuffed ornaments from cloth we had printed up.

We made oval portrait-style ones too. 

Also finished all those owls I've been working on. 

Here are the wintery white ones-

Aiden, Albany, and Avery

And here are the moonlit night ones-

Harlequin, Hadley, and Hamlet

And here they're all looking over the living room intently, having taken over my little shelves.

You can find all the ornaments and all the owls

(as well as lots and lots of other stuff) in our Etsy shop here.

Now I'm off to finish editing all the listings that Dylan spent all day making. It seems like no matter how done something seems, there's always more to do.

Owls, Silly Words, and Persistence

Today I'm working on finishing up this group of owls in time for Something-New Sunday.  Did you know that a group of owls is called a parliament? I have a deeply nerd-like love of old fashioned collective nouns. Most animals are represented, and lots of birds. There are the commonly known ones, like a group of crows is a murder or geese hang out in a gaggle, but there are all sorts of silly words for animalistic gatherings. Like a pandemonium of parrots, and array of hedgehogs, or (one of my favorites) a smack of jellyfish. Who says this isn't an educational blog?

The newest owly additions to The Cart were inspired by the little owl painting I made for 

My Owl Barn's calendar project. 

Some days the designs fly fast and furious, right on the mark. But other days, erasers are my best friends. And yesterday was one of those eraser-friendly days. I must've drawn and erased those owls' details 50 times before finally painting them in. There was a fair amount of repainting going on as well. I'm finally happy with the results though. I'm nothing if not persistent.

Today's Table (Everybody's Waiting)

 Deers are waiting for their photo shoot.

 A bunch of printed-and-stuffed stuff is waiting for me to figure out how I want to hang them.

The last moose is waiting for paint. . .

. . . and so are a bunch of owls, while a star and a strange creature wait for details.

Everybody is waiting on me.

(But not the good kind of "waiting on me" that's usually followed by "hand and foot.")