Lately I’ve been kind of obsessed with scrunchies. To be honest, it kinda started because of the the new VSCO thing going around, but they truly do look AMAZING!! Because of my sudden love for scrunchies, I decided to start making them! Making scrunchies has been so fun and I can’t wait to share the process with all of you!
So, let’s get into it!
The first thing I did to make the scrunchies was gather all the materials. You will need: fabric, sisscors, a ruler, and a hair tie.
After gathering the materials, I cut two 8×45 cm pieces of fabric. Then, I sewed them together make sure I get a more “scrunched” kind of scrunchie! 😛
After sewing the 2 pieces together, I grabbed the hair-tie, put it through the fabric, and started to sew. Make sure you sew on what will be the inside of…
Thoroughbred: I changed it an hour ago. C’mon you
guys – catch up! Arabian: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I’m scared of light
bulbs! I’m outta here! Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and
tell me which one you want. Standardbred: Oh just give me the
bulb and let’s be done with it. Shetland: Give it to me. I’ll kill it and we
won’t have to worry about it anymore. Friesian: I would, but I can’t see where I’m
going from behind all this mane. Palomino: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can
reach it then. Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English?
Doesn’t anyone realize that I was sold for
$75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are
bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT
changing light bulbs. Make the TB get back here and do it. Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do
it! I’m gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! I’ll rewire the
barn after, too. Appaloosa: Ya’ll are a bunch of losers. We don’t
need to change the light bulb; I ain’t scared of the dark. And someone make that Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him. Haflinger: That thing I ate was a light bulb? Mustang: Light bulb? Let’s go on a trail ride,
instead. And camp. Out in the open like REAL horses. Lipizzaner: Hah, amateurs. I will change the light
bulb. Not only that, but I will do it while standing on my hind legs and balancing it on my nose, after which I will perform seven flying lead changes in a row and a capriole. Can you do that? Huh? Huh? Didn’t think so. Miniature: I bet you think I can’t do it just
cause I’m small. You know what that is? It’s sizeism! Chincoteage Ponie: I will only change it if it’s my
owner’s light bulb and no one else has ever touched it. Andalusian: I will delegate the changing of the
light bulb to my personal groom after he finishes shampooing my mane and cleaning my saddle, but only on the condition that it is changed for a soft blue or pink bulb, which reflects better off my coat while I exhibit my astonishing gaits. Saddlebred: My ears are up already, please, please
get the light bulb away from me! I’m ready to show, really, I
promise I’ll win! Paint: Put all the light bulbs in a pen, tell me
which one you want, and my owner will bet you twenty bucks I can get it before the quarter horse. POA: I’m not changing it. I’m the one who kicked
the old one and broke it in the first place, remember?
Now, excuse me, I have a grain room to break into. Grade Horse: Guys? Um, guys? I hope you don’t
mind, but I went ahead and changed it while you were all arguing.
Can you draw horses, ponies, and other equine? If so, this contest is for you! We’re going (or at least trying) to draw as many of the specified breeds shown below. Whoever does the most (and best) drawings gets to move onto the next round (drawing horses in action) . The ultimate winner will get a grand prize of… 500 POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!
BREEDS TO DRAW:
Quarter Horse (in gallop, canter, or trot gait)
Appaloosa (with spots)
Mustang
Shetland Pony
Clydesdale
RULES:
To enter, you first need to comment on this post. Then, you need to follow my blog. Contest ends February 23rd. Winner will be announced and awarded on the PPC, so stay tuned! Don’t worry about that, though. I’ll just use the first name or nickname, unless asked otherwise. Such as, “Indira” or “Kaia”. Please write which breed is which in either the drawings’ top left corner or in the comment.
In the comment, link your drawing:
Upload. You can do this with a scanner on your printer, but if you must, you can always take a picture of your drawing, then crop the table out. Save it onto your laptop. (or computer, or iPad, etc.)
Next, start writing your comment. Fill in the required fields.
Go to the images and open pic in chrome or and click “share”. Click “copy link”. Paste the link into your comment.
Send the comment.
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Today we went to an antique show in Round Top, Texas. It was awesome.
There was everything you could ever imagine. I wanted to get a typewriter, but I didn’t have enough money. I did have enough money for a metal flamingo, but my dad didn’t want me to buy it. It was so cute. It was way better than any antique shop. It took up a whole city! I love looking at little useless objects. It was amazing! Ethan got a fountain with two crows on it that the water comes out of their beaks! It is so funny. It looks like its throwing-up constantly.
If you don’t live in Texas, Mexico, or Tennessee skip this post.
This is the Alamo, a fortress in southern Texas. In case you don’t know the story, here’s the lyrics to an Alamo Ballad by Marty Robbins:
In the southern part of Texas In the town of San Antone There’s a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown You may look in vain for crosses and you’ll never see a-one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle As the men go marching by You can hear them as they answer To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie Present and accounted for.
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis “Get some volunteers and go Fortify the Alamo.” Well the men came from Texas And from old Tennessee And they joined up with Travis Just to fight for the right to be free.
Indian scouts with squirrel guns Men with muzzle-loaders Stood together, heel and toe To defend the Alamo.
“You may ne’er see your loved ones,” Travis told them that day “Those who want to can leave now Those who fight to the death let ’em stay.”
In the sand he drew a line With his army sabre Out of a hundred eighty five Not a soldier crossed the line With his banners a-dancin’ In the dawn’s golden light Santa Anna came prancing On a horse that was black as the night.
Sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender Travis answered with a shell And a rousing rebel yell Santa Anna turned scarlet “Play deguello!” he roared “I will show them no quarter Every one will be put to the sword!”
One hundred and eighty five Holding back five thousand Five days, six days, eight days, ten Travis held and held again Then he sent for replacements For his wounded and lame But the troops that were coming Never came, never came, never came…
Twice he charged and blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall And he killed ’em, one and all Now the bugles are silent And there’s rust on each sword And the small band of soldiers…
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord…
In the southern part of Texas Near the town of San Antone Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before Santa Anna’s guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar And his eyes turn sorta misty And his heart begins to glow And he takes his hat off slowly…
To the men of Alamo.
To the thirteen days of glory At the siege of Alamo…
The Prancing Pony Club 