Saturday, September 17, 2011

DIY: Gypsy Coin Purse



Today, I cam across a demima. I did not want to carry my big wallet around all day, yet I wanted a bit of spare change.

Then, I came across a solution. If I was dressed like a gypsy already (which I was) I may as well make a coin pouch like theirs. 

Then, it was so easy I decided to make a second.
And tell you guys!



So, I took a plate about salad sized, seven or eight inches across. Cut out one layer of fabric, with the plate as your pattern. 



Ribbon. I didn’t cut it first cause I’m lazy and don’t like mesureing. Fold one edge over and zig-zag stitch your way all around. When you get to the end, fold that edge over too. 



Iron the ribbon so it lays flat, involentarily pleating that edge. Sew with a straight stitch very close to the edge. (yea… theres a lot of edges in this project.)



Now, all left to do is cut string and thread it throuh the ribbon. I trippled the diameter of the circle for the length of the string, and tied a loop about the size of my finger on each end.



I used the loops to saftey pin it to the inside hem of my long skirt, but I figure I could also use a clip to attatch it to a belt loop.

Monday, September 5, 2011

I Don't Care What You See!

I mean, it's your eyes that are being scared, right? 
Wait, not scared? So why are you whining?



Saturday, August 27, 2011

And off We go!

I got my sewing machine pedal in the mail last night!! It came way quicker than I expected!

Oh, wait, You know what this means- More tutorials! And trust me, there will be some! I'm getting back in the swing on things, but I think I'm gonna do a super-cute T-shirt-To-Skirt one... and not any old skirt. A hip-hugging punk-ish pencil skirt.

So stay tuned, cause I'm gonna be having fun now!!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

DIY: Zipper Cuff Braclet


Being in highschool sucks. Being in school sucks. But, as long as it starts tomorrow, I may as well dress up for it, right? And besides, what is a better cause to make new jewlery than having to dress nice for something you dislike?

So, I got my lazy but off video games (I’m teenaged. What else?), and pulled together a tutorial for this lovely zipper cuff bracelet thing. 




Gather up the things you need. Of course, I didn’t use everything pictured, because I’m a bad planner. But I didn’t grab anything else, so as long as you have all that’s here, you should be good.
Needle
Thread
Short metal zipper
Wire cutters
Needle-nose pliers
Jump rings
Clasp (I used a lobster)
Charm (optinal)
Scissors



We begin by cutting the ends (together) at an angle, then sewing together, as shown. 



Now, this is the hard part. Cut the tab off the zipper. (some people call it the pull.) I used wire cutters and my hands, and it got kinda bent up before it snaped, as you can see. 




Next, cut the edges off the zipper. No, I don’t have pictures, because it’s fairly easy, and I forgot this was a tutorial, not just a bragging. If you need them, ask, and I can draw it or something.

Grab a jumpring. Smish and smash the ends together till no thread will slip throu. Now sew it to one end. If you’re using a lobster clasp, just sew that on the other end, and clasp it to the jump ring. If you’re not, repreat this on the other end, then realize I don’t know what I’m talking about, and you should have put the clasp on the jumprings before sewing them down. (Or, hopefully, you read this all before beginning.)

If you’re using a charm, use a jump ring to attatch it to one or the other end of a clasp. 


 
There, now wasn’t that easy?
Be glad I did it for you first, because it took me nearly two hours, as I kept trying to use other clasps. 


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Shirts vs Dresses.

Well. I got some new clothes at a thrift store (loooove thrift stores.) a few days ago, and one shirt which is rather huge and long. Soooo, one dress!

And it inspired me! (wait for it...., wait for it......) To do a photoshoot!! (shell-shocker, eh?)



Yes, I did those flowers. Just typical paint testers and a brush.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

DIY: Big Beaded Statement Necklace



I got this big wodden bead a few months ago on sale, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with it- but is was super-cool, and I couldn’t pass it up. I’m an impulse-buyer about cheap cute things, incase you couldn’t tell.

So, anyways, today I was browsing patterns and projects, and thinking about all these big bulky ribbon-and-pearl statement necklaces that have been eveywhere, and I wanted one. Preferable without having to spend money, even on thrift-store pearls, mainly because I didn’t want to have to wait to catch a ride to town. But, pearls are boring, right? Plain, colorless? That’s why everyone uses gold for the ropes and ribbon! (Problem- I often wear white. Or black. Pearls would be too much bland-ness.)

Solution- seed beads! Something we’ve all got huge amounts of and no idea what to do with. 


You'll need a big pile of seed beads, a large bead for the pendant with a wide hole, some ribbon about half an inch wide, a clasp of some sort, and twelve jumprings. 

To do this, we don’t pick up each bead. No, god forbid; that would take years. Go find some half-inch deep saucer or some other thing with edges about five inches wide. Now pour a generous amount of the beads in that. 

Grab your needle and about two yards of thread (we’re doubling it, for strength), and tie off the end with a bead.
Now, horizontaly, stab your needle throu the pile of beads untill it’s full. Pull the beads onto the the thread, repeat. You need two strands to be 33 inches, one 40. 

Once this is done, cut two strands of ribbon at 36 inches. Paint the ends with nail polish.

Grab five jumprings. Put one on the end of each strand of beads, and ribbons. Now, a sixth to attach them to the clasp. 

Pin the clasp somwhere high-ish, and braid. Take the two shorter strands of bead, and the ribbons, one bead, one ribbon, as if they are one piece. The longest strand should be alone. 

Braid loosesly, and keep the beads outside of the ribbon, facing one direction the whole time.
Now is the hard part. Take five more jumprings, and put them on the ends of everything, one more to join them, and the other end of the clasp. Now, thread the big bead over everything.

Clip any loose ends, and it’s ready to go!
 


Monday, August 1, 2011

Photography!

I spent a few hours in the fields with my camera yesterday. I'm pretty pleased with some of the results! :)











Which one's your favorite?

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Home!!

Sorry for the lack of updates, but we just got home!! Ah... I've missed you, California!

So. On topic of how I intended this blog- I still don't have a pedal for my sewing machine, but we're working on that!
BUT I do have the rest of my repetouier, and have realized that, despite my first statements, I know me.
This will end up being part fashion blog, part DIY fashion blog!

I've got an idea for a super-cute pair of summer shorts up my sleeve, and some other cute tops and the like, so I'll be back in business (probably posting once a week) in a few days!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Things I only have to wait ten more days for:

My cats!
My (unfortunately pedal-less) sewing machine.
My Tea.
The rest of my wardrobe!
Short skirts and cleavage and high heels!
Showers with water pressure.
Tap water.
A fridge that works.
English!
My bed.
And the rest of my room!
Madison and Kalei and Isaac.
My grandparents and aunt.
My rollerblades.
My bike!
Fog!
My duct tape (to fix my headphones).
My other pair of headphones.
My jewlery.
Tomales.
Sebastapol.
Petaluma.
Burritos and Quesadillas!
Sushi. (Dragon Roll, anyone?)
My drawers and drawers of fabric.
And buttons, and yarn, and all that.
My tea mugs.
Did I say my cats?
Or everything in my room?
Quite simply, My home.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Crazy Day. @.@

Perfect example of Arabs lacking the ablility to plan:
This lovley morning, we woke up to the phone ringing. An Uncle was at the closest Uncle's house, and ready to take us on a day trip to where-the-hell-ever-it-was-that-we-wanted-to-go. It was super-nice of him, and we chose Madaba!

That didn't last much longer than Madaba it's self. We walked around (following the line in the sidewalk that lead to all the tourist attractions) to churches and saw some pretty majorly impressive mosaics, One which was even a map of the middle east. These were from the sixth century.

We got pretty hungry after all that.... And tried to find food. Unsucsessfully. So our Uncle came up with his grand plan! Get chips at minimart for now. Take them to the place Moses died (which was really cool- we could see Palestine and the dead sea). By then, We were hungry again!
"Hmmm... we're close to the Dead Sea, and there's a really good restaurant there!"
So, we set off for food! After that, we go take pictures of the dead sea.
And then...
"Hmmm.... There's another way back to Amman, and it's really pretty!"
So we went.
Not like we minded any of this, just thought it was funny... We set off at 10 to see one church an hour away, and didn't get back till 8pm. But we had a good day!
We saw some really old houses dug in the sides of cliffs.
We saw a huge line of goats climbing up what was nearly a cliff.
We saw the Dead sea in the day.
We saw some beautiful art from the sixth century.
And I got a clock! :D

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ice.

You know you're doing it wrong when you're in the hottest country in the world (right now) and the only Ice in the house is lumped against the back of the fridge and most definitely not meant to be there. Especially when the rest of the fridge doesn't do much as far as keeping things cool.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Computer Is Lame.

Unfortunately, the combination of slow internet and a dying computer is forcing me to make you wait till I get home for more picture.
However, Palestine (or Israel- cause nothing really belongs to the Arabs anyways), is gorgeous. No wonder everyone fought over it- It's like the California of the middle east. The weather's not to hot, the ocean is a few hours away, and the land is gorgeous.
The Israeli occupation is the worst thing about the place. If they'd just let Arabs have their rights and stop settling on land that they refused to pay for, everything would be fine. Why? Lets face it- Arabs aren't very good at ruling. In Jordan, the King is loved, but mainly because he takes good care of his people. He's not repressive, and helps the poor get back on their feet again. I have always said he's likely the best ruler in all of the Arab countrys everywhere.
However, Israel is well kept. Roads are maintained, traffic laws are enforced (like, we couldn't put 10 people in a five person car, and we had to buckle up, and people stayed in their own lane). Tel Aviv reminded me of LA. There was a huge, over-priced shopping mall, a beach that was free to go to, but you had to pay for everything else, buildings were tall, sky-scrapers were covered in glass, and bagels were to be found! The main problem is that they are discriminative.
I'm sure not many people recall when America was segregated, but to me, the only difference I see with how the Israelis treat the Arabs is that there means of segregation go farther and have more advanced technology.
Did you know any car from Israel is allowed in the West Bank, but only very few cars (and expensive cars) are allowed in Israel? And, anyways- anyone who is Palestinian cannot go there anyways. Israels give Arabs a different Passport, and unless they convert to Judaism, it is out-right impossible for them to get an Israeli one. Even Arabs from other countrys are given hell when visiting. I mean, for christ's sake- My mother's German, yet our name is Hadid, and I looked Arab, so they pulled us over and had a dog search our car!

Oh, and- If you ever swim at a beach in Israel, watch out for jellyfish. They hurt.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Palestine!

I just got back from a trip to Palestine. It's beautiful over there- and no-where near as hot as Jordan. Unfortunately, we didn't have internet at the house we stayed in, but I can promise you, when we get around to building our own house, we most definitely will!!

However, I am back in Jordan, with internet and pictures! :D
Israeli Soldier guarding a Masque in Palestine. 
More photos will come when my computer decides to behave. Currently, It had a thunderstorm every time I try do use the internet for more that email and facebook. >.<

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Possible Dissaperrance.

We're off to the West Bank tomorrow, where we hope to go we'll have internet, but chances are we won't. Just an update.

We slept on the roof of my uncles house the night before last. It was great fun- we giggled ourselves to sleep at one in the morning under the stars!

Yesterday, we visited another uncle (I think there's five...) in a nearby town. We found a soccer ball in the yard, and because there we a bunch of kids, anyone under thirty became involved in a very fun dodgeball game, mainly because it was the only thing we could explain without speaking the language, as about a third of us spoke only english and the rest only arabic. It was crazy- we played till ten at night, and I have a quite bruised set of ribs. Mammud throws hard. But Amjad never hits girls.. which could be why I kept winning...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Every Two Arabs Have Three Opinions.

It's something my Sedo said, something my dad says, and something that's becoming quite clear.

It's the reason the is no official state of Palestine, it's the reason there's no word for plan, and it's the reason nothing was documented in writing until quite recently.

Also: Blanket Bread!
This is the remantns. It was a full round, and when we bought them (yes. we bought multiple.), they were warm. Mom immediately dubbed them "blanket bread".

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

What We Do.

Today, it consisted mainly of boiling tea over the remaining coals of a barbeque and trading stories about youngest boys sneakily eating chocolates.

At one pint, my cousin said "If it is quiet, Bahaa is doing something... If we cannot find the boys, they are plotting." She went on to tell us about one time when they put fire crackers under their mother's chair, and such other incidents. It reminded us of how truly good we are to our mother. Sometimes she takes it for granted, thou, and doesn't realize that even if we fight amongst ourselves alot, we're really quite well-behaved for four children.

City Cats.

There are stray cats all over Jordan. People here think of cats as people in citys at home think of rats.
We don't.

A few weeks ago, my aunt found a tiny stray kitten, and has taken it in.

Yesterday, we found a kinda-teenagery kitten huddled in a corner. We could tell immediately that it was hurt, because it's leg was stuck out and it didn't run away. A but later, as we waited (a common pass-time here) it moved, and I noticed it's tail had been chopped off. Its leg was to hurt for it to get up, also.

We had plenty of time, so I made sure it didn't run away while my mother and sister went to a deli to get it some food.

I feel like even such a small thing could make a pretty decent difference in the world. I feel like we're overall better people because we did that.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Tours. Don't.

We just got back from Petra/Wadi Rum/Aquaba.

The first bus ride- Our drive likes arabic music, and due to the speaker system, it's ear-blasting in the back and nearly silent for him. Soooo, we kept asking him to turn it down, he'd turn it off, then back on ten minutes later.

Petra... Was way to hot, and we had nary enough time. All in all, it was nice, yet, but not as much as it's cracked up to be. If I ever go back, it'll be in February, on my own, so I'm not limited in time or overheating.

Wadi Rum was gorgeous. I had cracked my toenail on the busride from Petra, so when we got there, we asked if there was an emergency tent somewhere, and this man told us to hop in the back of his jeep, which he had lost the key for in the desert and had to hot-wire it, and we bounced through packed sand till we reached a road, then rode to the village hospital, which was quite cute and quaint! The doctor put some glue-like stuff on my toe, which made it stop hurting almost immediately, and wrapped it up.
When we got back, there we rocks to climb and such. Bathrooms have overflowing toilets (if they have toilets) and there is urine on the ground. Tents are comfortable, but stray cats sometimes run out from under your bed... it's too dark to see your food at dinner, but breakfast (which the tour promised, then flaked on, so the locals provided) was quite good! We drank tea on high rocks and watched the morning sun light up the desert.

Aquaba was nice. If you swim in the read sea, watch out for the coral and sea urchins and jellyfish. My sister fell on the Coral, and got pretty scraped up, but that was minor in comparison to my mother's injury- she stepped on a sea urchin, and it shot about twenty spine-things into her heel. The spines open once the go in, so pulling them out would do more damage. To deal with that, you must burn the spines farther in with a cigarette, each spine. Then, after a few hours, or days, they will dissipate into your bloodstream.

The bus ride back was nicer- my aunt got the driver to keep the music off, but they did a open-mic instead, which was almost worse. We all crammed into the back few seats and played games, like Operator and that word game where you say a noun, then the next person says a noun that starts with the letter your ended with. We had fun, and the boys got some good english lessons!! We arrived home close to midnight.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Safeway: Now with tents and clothes and coffee makers!!

No, we didn't buy any of the above. Nor did we buy the tampons, so subliminally placed directly below the pregnancy tests.

We got taco fixings, and salad dressing, and flan, but we saw no tortillas, which was the largest reason for the trip. We have a very limited diet here- so far, falafel, lamb, pita bread (good, fresh just-off-the-cooler pita bread) humus, and yogurt.

Now, we are stocked with ramen and pasta, bread, sandwich fixings, carrots, and juice. One thing about the middle east- They have AWESOME juices, and stores dedicate an entire isle to the good stuff. There's a huge variety, too. We got some pineapple-orange-carrot and some pomagranate.
It's gonna be sad to go home and not have a falafel place every ten stores, have orange and apple juices, and have no fresh humus or pita.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Male Attier

Yes, there are restrictions!

My mother needed a fingerprint for something or other, and my father (who was the only one who spoke both arabic and english) was not allowed to accompany her because he was wearing shorts.

Seriously, the security guards wouldn't let him in, so he had to go buy sweatpants and they had to come back in an hour.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Bookstores.

I don't know if most countrys have bookstores like America.
But I do know that Jordan doesn't.

If you're looking for pens, pencils, or little kids (really-little kids) books, plunge on through. Also, have no fear if you are seeking a dictionary or something in Arabic. But I'm not sure what the wall of Arabic books are. Probably Qu'ran's and dictionarys.

However! If you want a novel, you are out of luck, my friend. Try the university bookstore in Amman- if you can find it. They have stuff like that.

But if someone directs you to a little bookstore on the street, you are being shepherded towards something quite different from what you are looking for.
Be forewarned.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Desert.

I guess, When people described deserts, with all their sand, and pyramid-like piles of sand that are compacted into rock on the side facing the wind, yet just a dune on the other side, I never quite believed them.


To me, a desert was Death Valley, the desert I knew, California's own. To me, a desert was flat and dry and only as sandy as the beach parking-lot, not the actual beach it's self.

But today, I saw desert like in those pictures on the cover of National Geographic. I never left the car, mind you. We drove on by, past the sunset and Steel Center on one side, and the desert on the other, with houses appearing as thou they rose from the sand and towering dunes.

I was squished into the back of a five-person SUV, with two others in there with me, and three in the actual seat, two in the passenger seat, and my cousin driving with Ice Age playing, and the goal to make it back before dark. Yea, no stopping for the desert my cousins see so often, and take as a part of life. Sometimes, I'm really greatfull to be here, to see this whole new way of life.

Sorry, It's kind of hard to take a picture from the middle lane of a freeway, especially in an Jordan. I'll bring one sometime, thou.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Dead Sea

Don't go to the dead sea.
Don't you ever, ever go to the dead sea.

Maybe, If you really like muggy stiff stink and heat, go at midnight, for five or ten minutes.
But Never go there during the day.
And try to never go there at all.


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Traveling In Amman

First thing first- it's way easier if you speak arabic.
Secondly- This is a taxi city. Plain and simple. It's a very spread-out city, so it's hard to walk around and be productive, but if you have the the blessing of an apartment near a marketplace, take advantage of it.
Third- Bargain. They say 5 dinars, you say three. But- this is only the shops that a) aren't selling food or b) resemble something of a flea-market stand more than a real store.
Fourth- If you do speak arabic, ride the busses- but not if you've got a time limit.
Fifth- don't drive.
Sixth- Rent an apartment, not a hotel room. But be prepared to have only one fork.
Seventh- love history. If you don't, Jordan very well may be lost on you.
Eighth- be a man. Women, cover your sholders and cleavage and legs. And don't speak.
Nineth- drink alot of water, and remember not to go out at day.
Tenth- The main meal is lunch- at four or five. Get up early, take a nap at noon.


Tuesday, June 7, 2011

This Blog, and Me

I dream of this place to be a haven for crafters and shoppers alike.
Knowing me, it will be part that, and mostly not.

But, because I cannot start giving you tutorials and ideas and challenges right off, as I am halfway across the world from my home, my bedroom/studio, and most importantly, my sewing machine, I will start by telling you about myself. After I conquer introductions, I assume this will become a type of travel blog, at least for the time I remain way. (Was that really all one sentence?!?)[Wait, it's two. So there!]

The first thing you should know about me is that I'm young. It seems to me, at least, that alot of the crafty-sewingy-type bloggers (the other options being fashion bloggers [cool idea, but ick]) are older- married, have a kid or two, that kind of thing. I'm still in highschool.
And I'm small.
And the oldest of four.
And have been sewing since I was about 4. (mind you, thats hand-sewing. I wasn't allowed near machines untill, oh, 9? I've done a pretty good job of collecting them, since.)
And I'm a thrift-store addict.
And a sure-shot with a .22.
And fashion-obsessed.
And a hippie. (yes, I can be both, why do you ask?)
And a Californian.
And often a flake.
And a wimp.
And I'm the daughter of a gun dealer.
And a girlfriend.
And collect headphones.
And a crazy-ride lover.
And paint my toenails orange. Always.
And love mirrors. Yet hardly use them.
And I love chinese food.
And sushi.
And pretty much most things oriental.
And often henna myself.
And want to learn to belly dance.

Oh, and I'm Arab. :D
So, yea. Currently in Jordan, and will be until August.