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Keeping Busy

Early Sunday morning, before the sun was up, Sophie gave me a hug in the darkness and departed for her second semester at Franciscan. Needless to say, I wanted to stay busy to keep my mind from processing the fact that I won't see her for many months. So Tony and I started out by tackling our closet. It has been the place to put anything that didn't have a place. A couple hours later, we had a wonderfully organized closet and the back of the van was filled with donations. That only got me to about 10:00 am.

I had a couple of project ideas for the home, but I needed a few supplies. So off to Joann's fabric store I went. Eight dollars later, I returned home, feeling quite excited that for less than $10 I could work on not one but two projects!

First up, a place to hang all the artwork produced by Anna and Jack. I have mentioned before that my kids use way too much tape. A whole roll can be used up within minutes! I had acquired some cork squares through free-cycle over a year ago. I was not sure at the time what I would do with them, but I knew I could come up with something. I covered them with fabric from the remnant bin and hung them on the wall so that we can easily change up artwork displays. No tape involved!

I loved the fabrics and I think they compliment one another to boot. The kids had fun this morning deciding which masterpieces would grace our walls.


The second thing to keep me busy was dryer balls. I have heard of these through the cloth diapering sites. They are supposed to cut down on the time it takes to dry the laundry. I used leftover acrylic yarn as the core, and then covered that with the wool yarn I purchased. Then I felted the wool (something I had never done before). It does not work in my front loader. I tried my sister's suggestion of hand felting them and that worked so much better. I want to make a couple more, as I have read that the more you use, the better the results.

Just as I finished up the felting, Sophie called to let us know she made it there safe and sound. And that is how I kept my mind from worrying so much on Sunday.



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  1. Never heard of dryer balls -- I learned something new!

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  2. And those cork boards came out just beautifully! I might borrow that idea one of these days. :-)

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  3. Hey Jenny-

    I really like your cork board idea...so creative and yet functional. Nice thinking! I've been meaning to ask how your daughter, Sophie, is enjoying her freshman year of college. How does she like it so far?

    Have a great week!

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  4. Wow! I love those fabrics..they are super gorgeous. What a great idea! So the dryer balls actually work? Never heard of it either! Sounds cool though. My husband is a Franciscan grad. He spent a semester in Austria and loved it.

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  5. We love our collection of dryer balls, have been using them forever. They also help reduce static.

    The cork boards came out so lovely. Love the fabrics, and what a great way to save on tape. We have a few tape gobbling monsters here as well.

    Thanks for visiting today.

    Blessings, Elizabeth

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