New Beginnings

After a month of broken-foot-ititus, I conquered the stairs (by sliding down them like a toddler) and made it to the workshop a couple nights ago. I promptly doused everything in super-killing spider spray, as I have had numerous dreams of spiders taking over and inhabiting every inch of my workspace, patiently waiting to capture me like the Lilliputs captured Gulliver.

Today, I actually made it down there to work.  And, by work, I mean play.  I plugged in the drill press and drilled holes randomly.  Ah, the sweet sound of high-powered machinery!

Once the initial euphoria wore off, I finally started on a custom order I received several weeks ago.  I bent things and drilled things and attached aluminum knives to a pepper shaker.  It was magical.

Although I didn't last as long as I'd like, I feel good. Good enough to mostly ignore the not-so-subtle throbbing of my foot. It's a brave new world.

Mini Bot

The aforementioned robot creature caused some issues between the youngest of my brood, so I made a Mini Bot from a baby sock for my two-year-old.

Yes, the robot does have a mohawk.

Steampunk That.

Still confined to the main level of my prison our house, I decided to "Steampunk" my tote bag.

Sewing by Desperation

I haven't successfully made it downstairs to my workshop since I broke my foot.  I'm stir crazy . . . to say the least.

So I made one of my boys the "creature" I told him I make a year ago. Somehow, it took a robot turn. Imagine that.

Do you see the worry in the robot's face? It's almost as if he knows what's in store for him.

Happy Fourth of July!

My boys thought I'd like this firework. We'll see . . . 

Happy Fourth of July, to you robots and humans alike!!!