I feel like I’ve been neglectful to Tumblr lately. I go through phases where I’m really into something (like making .gifs or even just being social) but then I just stop and get hooked on doing something else. Right now I’m back into my duct tape phase.
My daughter’s birthday is today; she’s 12. For the past few days I’ve been making her this duct tape messenger bag purse thingy:
It was really interesting to do the weaving for this. I need to attach the strap and then it’s done. It’s completely made out of duct tape except for when I put the on the strap, I use thread and buttons. She specifically requested that robot thing to be on whatever I made for her so. I think I’ll make her a matching wallet, but some time later. Graduating 6th grade, maybe. Do people give gifts for that?
Anyway. I still want to do a giveaway for that TARDIS bag, you know, for the 30 people interested in it. But I want to make a few more, just because I hate the idea of just one person winning. Also I want to put some up on Etsy as well as other things, because I’m broke (hint hint feel free to click the ads on my page) and would like to make more things to giveaway, but I might have to put that off. Whatever. As soon as I make those two other bags, then I’ll do the giveaway.
Um. Yeah. This has been an update.
My daughter just came to me asking about death and what happens after you die, etc.
Anonymous asked you: What are your kids’ names? And how old are they? :) Best and worst thing about having kids?
From left to right: Sydney Amber (11), Melody Aliana (7), and Kyle Ashton (6)
The last question is really difficult for me to answer. Like, the best part is everything. I honestly don’t know how to answer that. Okay, I guess the worst thing for me is remembering everything, like school stuff, and doctor’s appointments, and who’s going to which birthday party. I don’t know. That sounds lame because it’s not really that bad, just the only thing I can think of right now. But I don’t think I’m the norm when it comes to parenting because I get weird looks whenever someone asks me if I get stressed out being a parent or if I need a ~break from them and I say no. Um am I supposed to get stressed out? Or want to be away from them? I mean, I’m not a crazy person who is obsessed with their children or anything. It’s just that my kids aren’t a burden. They are my life but they don’t hold me back or wear me down. I don’t understand why anyone would think that. It’s mostly because of them, though. I mean, I could talk about my kids all day and you wouldn’t understand. They are amazing and I am a much better person because of them.