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Sewing Eyes – Beginning with Hand Embroidery

September 22, 2016

Sheesh, has it been a while or WHAT? 

I’ve been busy being a mommy and trying lotsa new things. Like pixel art (more on that soon) and embroidery! 

I’ve had this idea for a while now that I would really love to try to make some dolls. Like, really cool, weird dolls. And Halloween is right around the corner so I can totally justify this conquest with the fact that it may in fact produce some cool critters to sit on my shelf. 

So, I bought a tiny embroidery hoop (I’m actually going to see if I can find a tinier one, because I’d like to be able to do this face stitching after I sew the head pieces together. I think the one I have might be a tad too big. 

Anyway, my very first attempt is in this photo.

beginner hand embroidery eyes character doll faces

That green egg-shaped blob at the top was my first attempt at something dumb and I quickly realized I didn’t like that approach.

I’ve been sketching concepts for months and the eyes are super important to me because along with the general shape of my dolls, I think the faces will set them apart. After all, embroidery like this enables me to basically draw with thread which is pretty dang cool.

We’ll see how it goes. 

Also, there is a 85% chance that the blog will turn into a bit of an outlet for my more… artistic endeavors and less of the mommy blog that it has been. I still plan to offer free downloads and quirky holiday printables, but we have created a family blog elsewhere, so PIXELPLEAT can just be weird Drea-stuffs.


Yard Work Medicine

April 16, 2016

In the past, Pax and I have really had a hard time getting much done on our weekends. We look forward to them and during the week have no problem discussing all the things we want to do around the house and yard, but when we roll out of bed on Saturday morning we kind of play the “well, what do you feel like doing today” game. 

Well, we nailed it today. Gardening really is good for the soul. And so is meeting goals. We set out to put up another section of our fence, pull as many dandelions as possible and plant some new stuff in “the bean”. (i.e., The bean-shaped flower bed we dug out of our front lawn a couple years ago.)

One section of fence, approximately 3,576 dandelions, and a run to the nursery later and I’m feeling really freaking good. My body is sore. I am going to sleep really well tonight and I think I checked every last thing off of my list today. As Vi would say, “Bing bang boom!”


Our beloved apple tree is looking quite nice right now. Spring is just the best.

It is a lot of work, but man, having a yard to take care of can heal so much. Now, I just can’t wait to get started on my vegetables. And someday, a greenhouse. 🙂


Oh, Hey. It’s called Obsessalitis.

April 2, 2016

I am ailed by Obsessalitis. Never heard of it? It’s hereditary. I bet you know somebody who has it. The person afflicted with Obsessalitis is an idea-haver; a creative mind. A fresh concept is conceived in their busy mind, perhaps inspired by something they see on the tube, hear about on the train, or surf upon it on the Internets, something so Pinteresting that they obsess over it for days, weeks, even months. The idea becomes a way of life.

If I do this “thing”, make that “thing”, something with the “thing”, it will change my life. People will love me. People will want to buy the “thing”. They’ll throw money at the “thing”. I will bathe in the coolness of my “thing”. It is the only thing I will ever need. 

You can imagine that constant access to social media and the Internet in general only makes the condition worsen.

“Mom, come play with me.”
“Hang on. I just thought about urban farming for the tenth time today and now I MUST look at something on my phone really quick.” 

It’s not really quick. It spirals out of control quicker than you can say “Hilarious Goat Birthing Stories”. 

And then the “thing” fizzles out and the afflicted moves on to some other “thing”.

So, now I’m trying to only do the “thing” on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And weekends. 

You know. All things in moderation or something. 

Or maybe this is just a symptom of my Obsessalitis and the “thing” is being a better mom/wife.

(And homesteading, blogging, sewing, sculpting, goats, lagenlook, mori girl fashion, household management binders, and another helping of goats.)


Motherhood is a Ministry

March 20, 2016

Today is the dedication for the brand new Provo City Center Temple. Our church building is being used so members can watch the broadcast throughout the day and so our meetings were cancelled. I have had the past few hours to myself while everyone else napped. The house is so quiet. I feel like it’s been ages since it’s been this quiet. So, I took my time curling my hair and doing my makeup. And breathing and pondering. 

Lately I’ve been thinking about the choice I made to stay home from a mission to get married. I had had a blessing from my dad as I tried to navigate my feelings. I remember standing in the laundry room with my parents trying to work up the courage to tell them that I had decided not to go to Brazil to serve a mission.

The judgement of others, particularly people who I love and admire, has been something I have feared my whole life. It has prompted me to feel distrust toward loved ones in the past and shut people out. As scared as I was, I knew I had to tell my parents that I couldn’t possibly leave on a mission. I had prayed about it and found that receiving a mission call was just part of opening my heart to the path the Lord had prepared for me. So, I tried my best to explain to my mom and dad what I was feeling in my heart. 

My parents are wonderful and have always been very supportive. I’ve always imagined that my mom and dad could have felt some sort of parenting whiplash while I stumbled through that part of my life. But they never let on.

Toward the end of our discussion, my dad shared a thought with me. He told me that he knew I would never regret serving a mission, but that I could regret choosing not to. 


I have been asked more than once if I regret not going. And I reflect on my dad’s council often.

The truth is, going to Brazil, teaching the Gospel, learning Portuguese… these are all things I would have loved to have done. But, in the past five and a half years I’ve figured a few things out. 

Motherhood is a ministry. I am a missionary. The thought of ignoring what I felt in my gut when I prayed to God telling him I was going to serve a mission instead of getting married still makes me feel sick. I’m not saying that what my dad told me was wrong. Because he’s was absolutely right. I’ve just come to learn that my mission is to align my will with the Lord’s and to magnify my calling as a steward over the sweet spirits He sends to me. 

I have been teaching the Gospel for the past four years and plan to continue doing so forever.
There is nothing stopping me from learning Portuguese.
And I’ll just go to Brazil later.



27th Birthday

February 28, 2016

My birthday was on Monday. I can honestly say, this is a point in my life I never really imagined. If you had asked my 18 year-old self what I thought I’d be doing at 27, I probably wouldn’t have known how to answer. And that makes it feel like kind of a weird age. I’ve been married for five and a half years and I’ve got three kids. My family is incredible. And it is the single most important thing to me right now.

Anyway, the night before, my parents’ had everyone over for a birthday dinner and made me a cake. Mom made delicious lasagna and Megan made the cake (which dad frosted with his own recipe). 

On my actual birthday things were fairly quiet. The kids were especially pleasant, which was very nice. Pax came home a little early and skipped class that night so we could take the kittens bowling and grab a bite. 

It was a super good way to spend my birthday with my “special friends” and I even got some cool new stuff. Including a really rad new sewing machine which I am really chomping at the bit to break in.


birthday bowling outing family kids, cute husband

(Don’t ask my what the mushroom picture is all about. Aside from the fact that I find fungi strangely beautiful and I like using other people’s nice photography on my blog, I can’t give you a good excuse.)