Am I artsy crafty or artsy fartsy?

I have a  degree in art but that doesn't make me an artist. I am more of a crafty person. This in not a bad thing, it's just not as profitable as ,say Andy Warhol.  To that end here are some things I have done other then cooking.
                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                             

I sew , knit and crochet, I do them better then average. I paint ,sculpt, and carve not so well.

Made this for my Mother in Law ... she was happy . I was glad to do it for her.

How can you not love a baby in a beard hat?

     This is the set I made for the new grand baby the cradle  is what pawpawpaw made.




  Made this when I stopped smoking.








Had to make Izzy a beard hat also.

If you not laughing at this picture then you need a defibrillator.

I had a blast making these hats, almost as much fun watching people laugh at

the one wearing them. Next thing on the list is a bunting bag for new

grand baby and a coat for Izzzy . She was with me in Joann's I think she

hangs out too much with me. She wants to learn to sew now and Thinks it's so

much fun to see what new fabric came in at "Granny's Store" aka Joann

Fabrics.

Are you lyricly challenged? Or how to enjoy making cookies with grandkids.

Challenged lyrically myself I do understand how my grandchild could have caught this affliction from me. I am sorry to say I was one of those people singing at the top of my lungs ....... "Excuse me while I kiss this guy."

Other Faux pas include but are not limited to ....."baking carrot briskets and waiting on a pie."= "taking care of business and working overtime."
"Who's that casting beefeater stairs in my direction?" from the same song... " I smell sexy candy."
 Then there was ... "wet birds in spades,it's a lonely groom." = " with birds I share this lonely view."

Now to see this in your minds eye I must tell you I live on music and hugs as well as food. I am also linked to the water with a strong bond. 
So my dear love; he who never gets his way, installed speakers in the kitchen so I could play my music while I cook,and used some of the money he was saving for a drill press to send me to the southern roundup. Bless his heart.

 Izzy aka Isabella Marie, is three and very independent. She wants to help me in the kitchen ... you see she says I'm the fun granny. So music playing we set out to make cookies.....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

I did most of the work the day before making the dough, coloring it, and putting it together to make it look like candy corn.  I used this one but everyone has a favorite one I'm sure. http://allrecipes.com/recipe/sugar-cookies/detail.aspx

I have nice pans,I just don't use them. I may need to make a jelly roll cake some day. So for now its foil or parchment paper for me.

Izzy is always good in the kitchen (so far) she listens and tries to do just what I ask. So you can see how I was shocked to see her spinning around with her mouth open, in the middle of cookie making.

I asked her "What are you doing young lady?" She stopped looked at me and said the man said to. I looked around seeing no man in the kitchen I had to ask. "What man Izzy?" I was a little worried about her answerer (that is another blog)but I had to ask. Sweet little thing she is says "The man singing,granny." "Really?" I say. " Yes mamm, see he said .... "Open up Lizzy ,and spin until your dizzy give it all you got Petty little Missy."  We had to stop making cookies till I was done laughing. 

You see I had on Arosmith Rag doll. Old thin Lizzy ,became open up Izzy. and put out of your misery became your a Petty little Missy. Everyone tells her she is pretty so why not Steven Tyler. In her mind it made sense.

The hardest part of making cookies is the wait. So I try to tell Izzy that the wait does not seem so long if you clean up your mess wile you wait. She did not seem to like the idea but helped anyway. I wonder if I gave my granny the same deflated look.

The cookies are out of the oven.Jimmy Buffet is singing about  Margaritaville.  All is right with the world when Izzy starts singing along ....Stepped on a mop top throw out your flip flops. Bust a move and go back home. There's food in the blender, and you can send her frozen coconuts to hold on to.

                                                                                                                                                                                    

I want it put on my head stone they found her in the kitchen with a smile on her face. This kid is gonna be the death of me,but I'll go laughing.