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!!!

Mishap

So I had a bit of a mishap (let's just say I was saving a baby from a rabid robotic bear . . . or something), and robot production has temporarily slowed to a halt. Once I can remaster the stairs--or stand--watch out, world!

Jazz, Man . . .

Meet Myles, the smooth playin' Jazz Bot.  Trumpet included.

Big Red the Second

Heading to Florida later today!

Meet Bullseye

At only 5 1/2" tall (and 4 1/2" from nose to tail), Bullseye is the perfect pony . . . faithful, friendly and never filthy. He's named after the horse Bullseye in Toy Story--not so much because of his physical appearance, but more because of the friendly, good-natured spirit he embodies.

Reassembled using a Ceylon Breakfast Tea container body, tea strainer head, silverware handle ears, chain mane and tail, and clock part legs.

 

To All You Dads

And, thanks, Dad, for my drill press and my extra sturdy closet shelves. I would have been working out of my bedroom for all these years without you.