Throwback: Perler Beads

I’ve been thinking for awhile that Eliot would enjoy perler beads, since they seem to be a close cousin of Legos and Minecraft–just the idea of building things from blocks or pixels. We visited my mom’s this week, and as it turns out, she had a ton of perler beads and plates leftover from when my little sister was mad about them.

perler beads

Eliot’s first creation was a tank. We glued a magnet on the back and now it lives on our refrigerator.

perler tank


So far, he has enjoyed the thrill of watching his creations fuse together, and he has suffered the sweet agony of upsetting the plate and sending tiny beads flying everywhere, thereby destroying an nearly completed masterpiece. *sigh* Such are the highs and lows of the crafting life.

bead making

So far, he’s created a tank, airplane, police car, tree, and an iPod. 🙂

As far as my crafting life, I’ve hit a slump. I’ve taken on too many hobbies this summer, and now that it’s almost time for me to turn back into a comp instructor (August 25th is the first day of fall semester classes!), I’m not sure where my priorities will lie. Definitely keeping up with the Sheroes embroidery series, hoping to finish one portrait per month. Embroidery is still my main craft love. And I’m still planning on finishing at least one WIP per month, even though I haven’t touched Archer yet. Shhhh! It’s only the 6th! Plenty of time. Plenty of time.

I kind of feel like I have a million perler beads in the air, flung there, hanging on pause, and now I have to choose which ones to try to catch before they scatter to the winds. Oh well. I suppose at least it’s a pretty mess.


Apparently, I Was Craftier Than I Realized.

I seem to be on a Throwback Thursday Friday kick on my blog lately, because I don’t post on Thursdays, and I like breaking rules. 😉

Here are some more lovelies I found while cleaning out an old jewelry box post-move:




I only vaguely remember making these, and omg they are so short! Either I never actually wore them, or my wrists were teeny tiny! I feel this also proves that my narcissistic tendencies have been around for a very long time. Since the beginning, really, if you believe my mother, who claims that my first words were “RAchelRachelRachelRachel.” I believe it.

Have a happy, crafty weekend, y’all! 🙂

Worry Dolls

In my determination to purge unnecessary and unwanted items during the process of moving, I’ve discovered boxes of items that have remained unpacked from previous moves. My brain sees these boxes and says, “Throw it away! Throw the whole box away without opening it! If you haven’t needed it in the past two years (or three, or five), you don’t need it at all!” And then my sentimental heart says, “But…wait…there might be…something. You better look, just in case.”

I always end up looking. Always. And I’ve found a lot of ridiculous junk, it’s true, but I’ve also uncovered a lot of sweet mementos and memories.


My sisters and I made these dolls when we were little–I don’t remember what age we were at the time–all I remember about these is that my mom taught us how to make them, and she called them “worry dolls.” They’re made by artfully wrapping embroidery floss around toothpicks with the help of some glue. These also have pin backs glued onto them, although I don’t remember ever wearing them as pins.


I did a bit of googling and discovered that worry dolls are a Guatemalan tradition. A child tells his or her worries to the doll, and the doll is supposed to do the worrying in their place. The doll is sometimes placed under a child’s pillow at night (as we do here in the U.S. with teeth). The parents would then remove the doll at some point while the child sleeps, taking the worry away with it.


I think this may have been a craft that we did with our Girl Scout troop at one point; I’m not sure. In any case, I imagine the process of making the dolls would be just as cathartic and beneficial as any symbolic meaning ascribed to the doll itself.



My favorite of the group is the one with overalls.


Weren’t we just so clever? 🙂

These little ladies have to stay. I think they’ll get a place of honor in my little bedroom sewing corner.