(I mean, it's still cold in Des Moines, and 5K training is just underway, so I thought readers might enjoy something different.)
The motivation to do these projects has been slowly percolating since before Christmas, and it took until mid-January to complete one: race-medal magnets.
I debated doing this versus hanging them on a bib-and-medal display, but the functionality of magnets won out over the cute Pinterest/Etsy images — I have a full-sized fridge, and our cubbies at work are actually magnetic.
Also, it was incredibly easy for someone who has barely crafted since her braces came off.
|In chronological order of when they were received. Technically two of them are NOT participation awards; one race ran out of medals before it did finishers.|
Ultimately I decided to make my own bib display plaque, because it seemed cost-effective, within my skill level and, most importantly, easiest to constantly add to.
I've got almost all the materials: paint, stencils, brushes, slogan ("don't think; just go") and stack o' bibs. I'll worry about the clips once I make it past this stage.
Furthest from fruition are the race T-shirt pillows. This inspiration was born of necessity.
I wear most of my race T-shirts, except for the handful that really don't fit me. I could use them as dirty-chore T-shirts or PJ tops, except I have plenty of those already — and they're more comfortable.
What about squares for a T-shirt quilt? Nope; you can't iron technical T-shirts, unless you want to potentially gunk up your iron.
So I turned to Google for help. And sure enough, the Internet delivered this DIY tutorial.
At some point, I'll be converting my Arny Johnson 10-miler and Alexandria Running Festival Half Marathon shirts into throw pillows (OK, realistically, into cat pillows). I enjoyed both those races, so I'll be happy to see reminders of them lying around my apartment.
|One former PR, one current-because-I-haven't-done-that-distance-since PR!|
I'll be taking suggestions ... or just lining the cats' carriers with them. Seems appropriate to put their hated "pet taxis" with my unhappy memories of sweating up endless hills.