printed baby onesies : diy

Printed Baby Onesie DIYOne of the first DIYs that I just knew that I would be making since discovering those two blue lines was a printed onesie for our baby. Choosing trendy, gender neutral clothing is not always an easy task. I can envision what I want in my head, but the stores that I visit never seem to have quite what I am looking for. Buying plain onesies and turning them into my own printed design was the obvious solution. I also love drawing on fabric, and don’t have an excuse to do it often. 

Printed Onesie DIY - 4These are the materials that you will need:

Fabric marker(s)
Plain onesie(s)
Plain paper
Photo paper/cardboard
Scissors
Tape

Printed Onesie DIY - 2Steps:

1. Using plain paper, draw up a few templates of a design that you like. Choose the one that you think will look best. Make a good copy onto a fresh sheet of plain paper. Cut it out and set it aside.

Printed Onesie DIY - 32. Trace your onesie onto either photo paper or a piece of cardboard. Remove, and cut out the outline of the onesie. (The fabric markers have a tendency to bleed through fabric, so this will prevent them from doing so.)

3. Place the photo paper or cardboard inside the onesie. Take the design template and place tape on the back. Tape the design to the onesie.

4. Now using the fabric marker(s), trace the print onto the onesie. Go slowly and carefully, since the fabric has a tendency to bunch. Once it has been traced, remove it.

Printed Onesie DIY - 55. Now fill in the outline of the print. Make sure not to touch the wet areas with your fingers, as the ink can easily be transferred.

Printed Onesie DIY - 96. Once that is done, set the onesie aside for 24 hours. After that time, you may either throw it into the dryer, or iron it to ensure that the ink sets completely.

Printed Onesie DIY - 77. The last step is to wash the onesie, since fabric markers leave a strong odour. Adding vinegar to the wash will help set the ink.

Printed Onesie DIY - 10This DIY was extremely fun to make. I now have several onesies set aside for our baby. My sister loved the results so much that she had me make some for her son as well. Honestly, it’s the type of project that is either totally practical for your own children, or would make a perfect gift for someone else’s. Try it out!

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Emory

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on nature and spirituality

Sunrise1A few weeks ago, I woke up in the morning feeling depressed. As the day progressed, I felt lethargic, unhappy, and completely out of sorts with myself and the world around around me. I told my husband that evening after he got home that I wasn’t feeling very good, and we went to bed without saying much of anything. I hoped that the next morning, I would wake up my usual groggy, but happy, self. It didn’t happen. The next day, I felt even worse. After coming back from my morning walk, I began to groom my dogs like I typically do. I ended up cutting one of Holly’s nails too short, and as it was bleeding she started to whimper. This made me start crying, and when I bent down to look at her nail, she defensively snapped at me and ended up biting my face.

I am fully aware that dog bites are a incredibly touchy subject with people, but more than half of the time, it is usually the fault of the humans that provoke an attack. Holly is old, has cancer, and is getting to be almost impossible to groom. I have a muzzle for her to prevent incidences like this from happening, and know to only groom her for a maximum of 5-10 minutes a day. Normally she will get annoyed and then walk away when she’s done. In the four years that I’ve owned her, this was the first time that she had actually bit me. I should’ve left her muzzle on, should’ve been more gentle, shouldn’t have tried looking through tears, and shouldn’t have hovered over her like I did. While she did break the skin, it wasn’t serious enough to get stitches. It startled me more than anything. Afterwards, she came up to me and began licking my face, then rolled over in submission. Needless to say, we were friends again. It was a stupid error on my part.

The remainder of the day did not get any better. I was on the verge of crying all day, so I buried myself in my work and tried to hide from the world. That night, I picked up Lena Dunham’s audiobook “Not That Kind Of Girl” from the library, and drove around the city, finding errands to run, just as an excuse to keep listening to it. It was the first time that I had laughed in two days, and I found myself feeling a little better. I got home late that night, still feeling a little sad, and went to bed.

Sunrise3On the third morning, I woke up disappointed to realize that my mood hadn’t changed from the night before. My dogs, who usually like sleeping in until 9:00 am, got up with me at 7:30 am. They were probably too well-rested from my frequent early nights. By 8:30 am, we were out of our hour-long walk. Everything from the ground, to the trees, to the fences, had frost on it. The sun was rising, and the sky was the brightest pink and yellow, mixed in with a bit of blue. It was gorgeous. It was also -22°C (-8°F), but there was not a lick of wind. Being overly dressed in my standard Canada winter wear, I was toasty and content. As I walked into the sunrise, snapping photos and playing with the dogs, I felt myself feeling better. I could sense that something was different about that morning.

Sunrise2We turned left at the end of the road, and walked past all of the acreages towards some empty fields. When we got to a clearing, I stopped to watch the sun still coming up over the horizon. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. There, in the distance, were about 20 deer prancing across the field, towards the sun. Look closely at the above photo. Can you see them in the centre? It was the most beautiful thing that I had witnessed in such a long time. I quickly grabbed my phone so that I could always remember this moment, and took a series of photographs. After they had crossed the field and disappeared, we continued on our walk. A few minutes later, my phone ended up dying from the cold, even though it was just at 60%. Damn, I thought. However, I was still relieved to have taken a few pictures.

We went as far as the road could go, turned around, and began to make our way back home. The sky was almost completely pink at that point, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be able to witness it on such an amazingly still morning. After a few minutes, I saw quick movements to my right in the field opposite the one where I had just seen the herd of deer. I looked over and to my surprise, I saw 6 or 7 more deer leaping across the field, then the road, and finally into the field where I had witnessed the herd before them. Once again, they vanished into the trees under the rising sun. I was astounded by the fact that Holly, Truman, and I were completely surrounded by these spectacular animals. We were in the centre of a ring of deer, and that I would probably never be able to experience something like this again. I felt like Snow White in the middle of an enchanted forest. It was such a magical feeling, and it was one that I was needing, that day, of all days.

Sunrise4Turning away from watching where they had just disappeared, I looked down the road. Standing in our path, was one lone deer. It was watching me, watching it. I thought, what’s it doing? Then I looked over, and saw one last little guy bounding across the field, towards the one that I was having a staring contest with. Once they were together, they both ran off in the same direction as the others. It was the sweetest thing ever. Animals are truly profound.

When we were more than halfway back, the sunrise was at its brightest point. I wanted to document it more than anything, but my phone had died quite awhile ago. Putting my hand into my pocket, I said to myself (sort of jokingly), if there is a God, my phone will turn on. I pulled it out, hit the power button, and the little Apple symbol came up. My phone switched on, and was back at 40%. Oh. My. God. I aimed, took one picture of the sky, and my phone turned off again. The battery was dead. Unbelieving of what just happened, we continued onwards towards home.

Sunrise5For the entire walk, a quote from the film Nymphomaniac was playing over and over in my mind. It was in the beginning of the movie, when Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg) was describing herself to Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård). She said:

“Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin.”

Those lines stayed with me more than anything else in the film. It was such a raw and honest moment, and a poignant one at that. Self-deprecation is something that I, too, do often. While I found the scenario to be a quite beautiful one, I found myself disagreeing whole-heartedly with that statement. I’ve always been in awe of both the sunrise and the sunset. Nothing makes me feel so little or unimportant as seeing them. In those moments, I realize that my petty problems are insignificant, as there are greater things to focus my attention on. I am also reminded of the fact that there is a God, whether it’s the Almighty One that Christians believe in, or not. I feel broken down and alive, all at the same time.

When I got home that morning and on that third day, I started to feel better. I wasn’t as sad as I had been for the last few days. The culmination of events that took place that morning were exactly what I had needed to pull me out of my depression. Everything in nature is and was just perfect. And whether we’re ready for it or not, the sun will rise again.

<3

Emory

deer oh dear.

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between diy-ing them, or wearing them, i’ve noticed that i own quite the collection of deer motifs. whether its their antlers, bodies, or heads, they can be found around little green in all forms! but have no fear regarding these deer, for they are not real. i am a vegetarian, after all. :-)

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let’s begin our tour with buck jr. purchased from urban outfitters, he was the deer that started off this collection. for that reason, i cherish him the most.

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we refer to this guy as buck jr. jr. having at one time belonged to my gedo, he came to us after gedo passed away. i spray painted him white and hung him above our staircase with our other assortment of animals.

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i purchased these deer decals on ebay over a year ago. oh, how i love decals! little green is currently adorned with them, since i find them to be  easy to apply, inexpensive, and very unique. take this decal, for instance. i am so pleased with the way it looks adorning this vintage crate. das ist sehr wunderbar!

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getting back to urban outfitters, for the longest time we had no towel hooks for our bathroom. i knew that i wanted something other than a plain old bar, but at the same time i knew that most hooks were quite unstable. that’s when i came across these lovely items. i was so thrilled with their actual size and weight, not to mention the fact that they are absolutely incredible looking! uo, you did it again. :-)))

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last, but certainly not least, is our year-round wreath hanger. while it is really intended to be a seasonal item, i did not have the heart to take it down after winter ended. besides, i think that it gives visitors an indication of our design sense. what could be better than that?

tell me, what are some of your collections that you have around your homes?

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what i bought.

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deer motif bodysuit by wildfox.

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i am starting this week with a confession. my love for bodysuits is boundless. i could literally wear one 24/7 and i would be the world’s most comfortable and happiest girl. because most of my dresses are sleeveless, i find that having on one of these items is the most practical thing to do! they hug your figure like a dream, they come in every color and almost any material, and you can usually get away with not wearing any *ahem* undergarments. there, i said it. :-)

i must also mention that wildfox is quickly becoming one of my favorite clothing brands. did you know that i sell wildfox clothes at the hello scarlett store? be sure to have a look!

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by the way, i chose this deer motif because today is thanksgiving in canada and it was the closest thing that i had to a turkey. they are both animals after all … ;-)))

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diy antler motif.

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this project is one that i had actually created at the beginning of the summer. because it was so simple, i felt like maybe my followers would not care to see how it was done. after months of being on the back burner, and because the end of summer is nearing, i thought that i had better post now! it’s better late than never, right?

you will not need very many supplies for this project. there are also many different ways that you can go about making an antler motif. i sort of cheated with mine when i kept the cutout for this guy and was able to use the cardboard as a ready-made stencil. obviously, you will have to make your own stencil if you haven’t yet purchased buck jr. from urban outfitters. (that, or hand paint the antlers on!)

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step 1: start with some wood

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step 2: use a suitable stencil

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step 3: spray paint the stencil onto your wood

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step 4: let dry, and hang your artwork up for all to see!

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as a bonus, you can ask your significant other to straighten your newest diy so that you can photograph it for your blog. then, when he is stepping back over the fence, get him to trip and fall and bend the fence, and then proceed to photograph him instead. ;-)))

p.s. did you like this diy post? if the answer is yes then click ‘like’, or better yet, leave me a comment!

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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife and mother to three (two on earth and one in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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