T.G.I.D.I.Y.Day: Fringe Benefits

Would it be nice if I had a regular T.G.I.D.I.Y.Day feature where I posted a super fun tutorial? KEEP DREAMING, ME.

A couple of months ago I tried my hand at making some tissue paper tassel garlands. I read a bunch of different tutorials, tried a couple different techniques and came up with a way that I think works nicely and isn’t too hard, so I put together this little tutorial for you all so you can make your own!

The Finished Product

What you’ll need:

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• tissue paper & mylar (optional) in however many colours you want
I use tissue paper from the dollar store that comes folded up in little packets. I suppose if you wanted you could try to find tissue paper that is sold flat and unfolded, but I like to keep costs down (these packs are like, a dollar for ten sheets of paper) and once you’ve finished making the tassels the extra fold lines aren’t that big of a deal.
• twine or cord
• scissors
• hot glue gun & glue sticks
• paper trimmer
I’ve seen a lot of different techniques used for cutting the tissue paper, and for me what’s worked best is this paper trimmer, which I got at a discount housewares store for $24. I tried using scissors and an exacto knife and both were a disaster, so if you don’t have a paper trimmer like this one I would suggest using a rotary cutting tool with a metal-edged ruler and a cutting mat.

The tassel technique is a seven-step process: fold, cut, unfold, refold, roll, twist, glue. It’s a little tedious at times but it’s pretty easy.

1. Fold!
Take a sheet of tissue paper and lay it flat.

Fold 1

Fold it in half.

Fold 2

I fold widthwise because it is exactly the right size to fit in my 12″ paper trimmer, but if you are using a different cutting technique or have a different size of paper trimmer you could fold it lengthwise. Either way works equally well.

2. Cut!
Put the folded tissue into the paper trimmer (or on your cutting mat).You want to start at the open edge and cut towards to folded edge

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Cut the tissue into strips about 1/2″ to 3/4″ wide. These don’t have to be perfectly measured, you can just eyeball them.

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Leave about 1″ to 1 1/2″ uncut at the folded edge.

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Keep cutting strips until you’ve fringed the whole sheet.

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If you are confident in your cutting skills, you can stack a couple of sheets and cut them together and you’ll be done more quickly, which is great since this is the most tedious step.

3. Unfold!
Unfold your fringed tissue sheet so that there is fringe on either side of a connected center. In the middle of each row of fringes will be an extra-wide one from where it was folded. You can either leave this as-is or cut it into two strips with your scissors (or rotary cutter).

Unfold

Sometimes the cutting can make the layers stick together so to prevent tearing I slide my hand into the fold so the sheet is hanging on my arm and carefully pull the fringes apart.

4. Refold!
Fold the sheet in half the opposite way, so there is still fringe on either side of a connected center, just with a double thickness.

Refold

5. Roll!
Starting at the folded edge, roll up the connected center of the tissue.

Roll

Continue until the whole sheet is rolled up.

Finished Roll

As you roll, the fringes will get tangled up, so every three or four rolls you should untangle them by gently running your fingers through them. It’s not a big deal if you accidentally tear off a couple of strips while doing this, obviously you don’t want to rip out a big handful but two or three coming off is fine.

Tangle (Roll)
Untangle (Roll)

6. Twist!
Once the sheet is rolled up you need to twist the connected center.

Twist 1

Try not to twist too hard or the tissue may tear in half, which is really frustrating after all the work you did cutting and folding and rolling!

Torn Tassel

Form the twist into a loop…

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… and twist it around itself. Make sure the hole left in the twisted loop is big enough to accommodate the cord the tassels will hang on.

Twist 3

7. Glue!
Untwist the loop slightly and dab hot glue onto inner sides of the twist, then retwist, squeezing the glue together.

Glue

(sorry this pic is out of focus :/)

And voila! A finished tassel!

Finished Tassel

Beautiful. You can also make mini-tassels (like on my yellow/grey/silver/black/white garland) buy cutting each sheet of tissue into quarters before following these instructions.

Obviously it is more efficient to make your tassels all at once so I like to cut a big heap of fringed sheets and then roll, twist and glue them.

Fringe Pile

You can use the exact same technique for the mylar sheets as for the tissue paper, with a couple of notes:
• Mylar can be tricky to cut and slides around when folded, so take extra care or you might find yourself getting really frustrated. Don’t try to cut more than one sheet of mylar at a time.
• Unlike tissue paper, mylar won’t hold the rolling and twisting without being glued, so what I do is roll them all and put a slightly heavy object on top of them (just a pair of medium- or large-sized scissors would work) to hold the rolls, and then after gluing all the tissue paper tassels, I twist each mylar tassel and glue it right away.

Once you’ve made as many tassels as you want, simple hang them on a length of cord or twine. I think most people use that satin-y looking cord, but I didn’t have any so for this garland I used some metallic gold cord. You could also use ribbon, or whatever you like.

Golden Cord

Cut your cord to the length you want your garland to be. The type of metallic cord I used tends to unravel when cut, so I knotted the very end, and then made a loop with a second knot, so it would be easy to hang the finished garland.

Knots & Loops

Before stringing your tassels you want to lay them out. You can do a symmetrical pattern, or a gradient, or just randomized. Whatever you want! I like the random look best.

Layout

Then, simply string the tassels onto the cord!

Stringing the Tassels

There you have it: a perfectly pretty, homemade tissue and mylar tassel garland for a fraction of the cost of a pre-made one.

The Finished Product

If you use this tutorial to make your own I’d love to see the results- you can leave a comment, can tweet at me, or post it on the facebook page. Or if you have any questions about the technique or think any of the instructions need clarification please let me know!

If you like the look of this gold and purple garland I made, keep your eyes peeled because I’m probably going to be putting it up for sale on my etsy for super cheap.

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Bangs

I need to get my bangs trimmed (YA THINK???) but I’m afraid to go see my stylist because I’m scared she’ll be mad at me for colouring my hair dark again. Is that silly? It is so silly, I mean it’s MY HAIR, but no one likes to be judged by their stylist, and it happens to me ALL THE TIME because when it comes to messing with my hair I CAN’T BE TAMED. A few of the things I’ve done that have made my stylist side-eye me for days:

1. Got mad about my wispy wingy baby-hair sideburns that stick out in front of/over my ears and CUT THEM OFF so I looked like a stubbly man and couldn’t wear my hair back for months until they grew back out.

2. Cut my own bangs. Actually at first she was supportive of my bangs decision but then she was like “… they’re a little wide.”

3. After she spent LITERALLY years highlighting my hair to get it a really lovely blonde, I coloured the whole thing blue. I had to go in for a bang trim almost immediately after and I swear I saw her hands make a strangling motion.

I did all these things as a GROWN ADULT btw, and I also did them all as total whims. Like, I thought it’d be a good idea in the morning and by the time I had to pick Sym up from school it was done. What is wrong with me? Why do I have to do these things RIGHT NOW without thinking them through?

Tiny Bubbles

Bubble Machine!

This past weekend I picked up a new bubble machine. If you don’t know, a bubble machine is LITERALLY the best thing you can have if you need to be outside with kids on a sunny day. I used to have a bigger, fancier one that was given to me, but it used about 80 batteries and eventually stopped working, so last summer I was bubble machine-less. NOT GOOD. This one was cheap and only needs 2 AA batteries; you can get like, INDUSTRIAL STRENGTH party bubble machines if you have intense bubble needs but the little one is fine for us.

Bubble Machine!
Bubble Machine!

One good tip for bubble machines is you need to set up a NO POPPING ZONE around it (mine is outlined in blue chalk on the pavement), because otherwise kids (especially older kids) will just stand with their hands right in front of the machine, popping the bubbles as soon as their formed. WOW. WHAT A SUPER FUN TIME FOR EVERYONE.

Chalk Bubbles

Sym and her friend Ana Lucia also drew some chalk pictures of bubbles, from little individual ones…

Chalk Bubbles

… to this abstract representation of what it would look like if you were inside the bubble!

Chalk Bubbles

I think I had the machine going for almost an hour, going through an entire (small) bottle of bubble liquid. I really can’t recommend bubble machines enough, they’re a great way to make an ordinary afternoon into something extra fun.

Bubble Machine!

Small Accomplishments

Soap, My Deer

Part of the reason for my recent blogging slump (in addition to “I don’t have anything to say” and “I don’t waaaaaaaaaanna”) and that I have been straight up E X H A U S T E D. I’m tired all the time, and some days it’s all I can do to get through a day of work, walk the dog and then collapse on the couch. Some days I’m too drained to even shower, and on the days that I DO manage to shower I end up falling asleep in my bathrobe with wet, unbrushed hair and my legs hanging off the side of the bed.

I find myself unable to finish anything (or even start anything, really) so I’m going to take a moment to appreciate some of the small things I’ve managed to accomplish this week.

Bought new tank tops. Tank tops are basically all I wear- t-shirts always look weird on me and almost anything with long sleeves STRESSES ME OUT. Like, I can have a panic attack from sleeves. I have to replace my tank tops quite frequently because I wear them to death. Last weekend I finally went out and got some new ones, so now I just have to get rid of the old shabby ones, but that seems impossible to me right now. Baby steps, okay?

Refilled the daycare kids’ soap dispenser in the bathroom. I don’t even want to say how long it’s been sitting there empty next to the refill bottle of soap. Now if I could just find the motivation to fold the load of towels that’s been chilling in my dryer for two days they’d be able to wash AND dry their hands.

Cooked a single meal. It was spaghetti. I had to defrost my homemade sauce AND go to the store to buy the noodles. IT WAS A LOT OF WORK, OKAY?

Finishing this blog post.

Signs of Spring

1. my jean jacket making it’s first appearance.

Jean! Jacket!

Obviously this is not appropriate for winter wear, so when I can move it from the out-of-season coat closet (which is crammed with 90% Taylor’s stuff btw) to the foyer it’s a definite sign of spring.

2. giant bees

I had my living room windows open for most of the afternoon on Tuesday and OF COURSE a huge fuzzy bumblebee about the size of a lime came bumbling in and started baffing around all the windows that weren’t open. I don’t like killing bees (who else is going to pollinate our food crops???) so I had to use all my bee-herding tricks to get it out of the house.

3. horrible smells

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There are a lot of community gardens in my neighborhood, and every spring they all get big piles of manure delivered which the gardeners slowly spread on all the plots. It’s nasty.

Robe-sessed

I have this fantasy where I have my own house and in the mornings I let the dogs out into the backyard and they run around while I watch from the porch, drinking my coffee and wearing a sweet floral satin or silk robe. I have the dogs, but let’s be real: I’ll never have the house. I figured I might as well spend all my money on the only other attainable part of this dream: THE ROBES.

I saw this picture of Krysten Ritter on tumblr a few weeks ago and since then I’ve been officially ROBE-SESSED. I want to wear them all the time all summer, with a tank top and leggings or a little sundress. I will wear them to lounge around the house and walk the dog and run errands, I don’t even care. ROBES ALL DAYS ALL WAYS.

Unfortunately they seem to be harder to find than I thought they would be. I’ve been scouring shops and the internet and so far I’ve only found two: a purple on from etsy (which hasn’t arrived yet, pout pout) and a black one from this vintage clothing store I used to work at.

Purple Robe
Robespierre

The problem is lot of the robes I’ve found are brocade, or embroidered, or have kimono sleeves, or cost $250, and these aren’t what I want. People keep telling me they know someone who has a lot of these, but they got them all while travelling around Asia. My friend Carleigh says she has the EXACT one Krysten Ritter has, but she got it in Thailand. So basically THANKS FOR NOTHING, CARLEIGH. And if anyone has any useful tips on where I can get non-brocade silk or satin floral robes that are reasonably priced with no embroidery or kimono sleeves, leave a comment!

Things I’ve Taught My Dog

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I’ve actually raised & trained two dogs from being baby puppies: Dougal* and Georgie. I haven’t done a very good job though, because I’m lazy and prefer giving them lots of kisses on their doggy faces to disciplining them. Anyway, according to my Wikipedia research, spitz-type dogs “respond poorly to heavy-handed or forceful training methods,” so my kissy-face method is probably the best approach.

Dougal is a muttly mutt of a dog, so I don’t know where his intelligence ranks, but according to Stanley’s Coren’s The Intelligence of Dogs, pomeranians are the 23rd-smartest breed of dog. They learn commands quickly, including things you don’t want to teach them. Some things I’ve inadvertently taught my dog:
- when I say “I have to go to the bathroom” or “I have to pee,” Georgie will get up and follow me to the bathroom. If I don’t say anything she doesn’t follow me.
- when we’re at the off-leash dog park I usually loop Georgie’s leash around my neck like a cool rainbow lanyard, and when I take the leash off my neck she knows it’s time to leave and will follow me out without needing to be called or chased.
- both dogs have learned the cat’s name. Dougal despises cats and thinks they don’t deserve any attention, if I even say “Claire” he’ll jump up and chase her out of the room, or at the very least make a bunch of weird moaning sounds. idk he’s crazy. Georgie loves the cat and wants to play with her all the time, so she’ll just look for her if I say “Claire.”

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I’ve also managed to successfully teach my dogs some things that I wanted them to learn. Dougal and Kichou will both go in their crates as soon as I say “In your house!” even though Taylor didn’t think Kichou would learn from me (HA!). Georgie won’t; she hates being in her crate and I have to push her in. She also refuses to lie down on command, the little brat. HOWEVER, and this is my greatest triumph, if I hold a treat over her head and say “dance! dancey-dance!” she stands up on her hind legs and does little twirls. LITTLE PUPPY PIROUETTES omg it is so cute. Kichou does it too and sometimes I can get them both dancing together and it’s basically the best thing in the world.

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*My ex was also around when Dougal was a baby but LET’S BE REAL I did all the work. All he did was teach Dougal to sit when you snap your fingers, which was very annoying since I CAN’T SNAP MY FINGERS, and after I trained Dougal to not sleep on the bed he UNTRAINED HIM argh.

Back to Black

Hmm. I don’t know if you noticed but I’ve recently been in a blogging slump. This is partly because I just didn’t waaaaaaanna post, and partly because it’s been so gross and grey and rainy here that I haven’t done anything worth posting about. Like, I could blog about how I laid on the couch for LITERALLY fourteen hours and watched The X-Files while eating potatoes but that doesn’t make for a compelling read.

Or does it. It’s actually been kind of interesting because the first five seasons were filmed here in Vancouver in the mid-nineties, so it’s kind of like a weird tv time capsule. One episode had scenes at the goth club I always went to when I first moved here (when I was 17, shh), another had lots of extras that I recognized from bars and raves (it was the nineties, okay!). One episode had a scene filmed at the store where Symphony’s dad works, another featured a not-yet-completed Rogers Arena (home of the Vancouver Canucks, if you didn’t know). One episode, set in Baltimore, had a shot where you can clearly see a #4 UBC bus going by (I was not aware there was a University of British Columbia in Baltimore).

ANYWAY. that isn’t what this post is about. This post is about I DYED MY HAIR.

Last Pic of my New Hair I Swear

DARK AGAIN! My hairdresser is probably going to strangle me, she spent two and a half years painstakingly highlighting my hair to get it blonde from this exact dark brown (it looks black but it’s not). This was another of my total hair whims- I had the idea one morning, picked up a box of dye and coloured it while the daycare kids were napping. It actually took me two tries to get it right- the first box only covered my five-inch grey roots and just looked like I had dark brown roots instead. A few days later I got a second box and added more brown through the midlengths and some of the ends. I left most of the ends blue/green, but they were stained by the brown and are more of a teal now. idk, I like it.

Sunny Day

Some pictures I took of Sym and the dogs basking in a sunbeam the other weekend, these are especially nice to look at today because it’s all black clouds and pouring rain outside.

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Manicure Monday

Easter Nails

Sally Hansen Barracuda, Mint Sorbet, Lacey Lilac and Yellow Kitty; Essie Muchi Muchi; Hard Candy Matte-ly in Love topcoat

The idea behind these pastels with a matte topcoat is that they are supposed to look like Cadbury’s Mini Eggs. I’m not sure if I accomplished that, but they are spring-y and Easter-y enough I think.

While I like all these colours, the formula of these polishes was almost universally terrible. Except for the Lacey Lilac (a perennial favourite of mine) they were all really watery and required about a million coats for full coverage. Yellow Kitty and Muchi Much (the pink) were the worrrrrrrst and even with five coats they still aren’t perfect, but Mint Sorbet (which I feel I’ve complained about before) and Barracuda (the blue) are also pretty bad. I would say I’m never going to use them again but I already promised Sym I’d give her a matching manicure.