STITCHES AND HOPE PENS AND GRANDMA'S VIOLETS

Eleven weeks ago today I had foot surgery.  I thought I would be walking in a shoe and driving a long time ago but that hasn't happened yet.  I see my foot doctor every two weeks and he has a strange sense of humor so I thought I would make him something to match his sense of humor.

I made him a pen of polymer clay and of course I made it black and blue since that's what my foot looked like for 4 weeks.  Then I made the little foot and cut an incision on it the same place mine is.  I used wire to put the stitches in over the incision.  Then I stamped his name in a piece of clay and put it on the bottom of the foot before I baked it and used paint to enhance the letters.  I put a magnet on it also so he can attach it to his desk or cabinet.

This is the foot before I baked it.  I used Fimo and it turned really dark when I baked it.  I can't remember what color it was but it looked like skin without the freckles.

My foot doctor's nurse is also my orthopedic doctor's nurse and she's a sweet heart so I thought I better make her a pen too.  The flowers on this pen are from an old cane that I made two years ago.  I put another tiny screw in the side of the pen so I could put a jump ring and the HOPE charm on the side.  This one also has a magnet with beads attached to it.

I found the purple African Violet at Lowes and it was tiny and pathetic and almost dead.  It was the lat one left so I thought I would give it a home and see if I could save it.  The white one was from Ace and didn't look good either when I brought it home.  They over watered it and the leaves are just now getting healthy.  I put them in a north window which is on my kitchen table so I eat breakfast with them every morning and they are looking wonderful.  My grandma and her sister always had beautiful violets and I could never get one to grow.  I found some special pots for violets.  The top comes out and you fill the bottom with water and they drink from the bottom.  I think that's the trick.  I'm trying to grow another one in the middle with cuttings from the purple and the white one.  There won't be a place to eat on the table if this keeps up.

TOO MUCH STUFF - NOT ENOUGH TIME

I'm suppose to be getting my stuff ready for clay camp next week.  We leave for Prescott on Wednesday and come back Sunday.  I started organizing and arranging on Thursday and I've made a worse mess than I had before.

The one thing I'm really happy about is the way the extruder box turned out.

I filled the top of the box with magnet sheets that are sticky on the other side and they fit perfect.  Now Buster and I see where the right disk is.  He's so funny.  I was looking for a place near a window to take this picture and he jumped up in his box and acted like he was looking at them too.  I do have duplicates but that's OK. A girl should have two of everything except husbands.  One's enough.

While I thought I was organizing my junk clay, I found a mold and started playing around.

 

He's a tribal guy.  Not my ordinary stuff but I thought he was cute.  I showed it to John and he gave me one of those strange looks so I grabbed it out of his hand and walked away.  I heard him laughing as I walked away.  What does he know?  Someone will love this and give it a good home.  I'm trying to get out of my "Boring Box".

 

After I made "Machu Pick Ur Nose", I went back to boring.  I'm trying to use the 6 pounds of junk clay on my desk.  I already have 30 Stroppel canes so I wanted something different.  Maybe getting out of this heat for 5 days will help my brain and my muse.  John and Buster can bond while I'm gone.  Wait till Buster sticks his cold wet nose under his armpit at 4 in the morning like he's done to me the last two days.  I'm not going to tell him about, it's going to be a surprise.  LOL