Archive for the ‘Crafting’ Category

How to Make a Cool Paper Bracelet

Okay, so this week I made this super cool bracelet out of green and blue scrapbooking paper. Really fun, and very easy. I will share this with you. A lot of books have this, and I’ve been taught it by someone, but I will share it with you. First cut pieces of paper 4 and 1/2″ by 2 inches. Fold in half lengthwise, then unfold. Fold the edges to the middle crease. Fold the paper together lengthwise, edges on the inside. Then fold again crosswise. Unfold, and fold the ends of the paper to the middle. Then fold where your previous crease was. If this is too confusing, I found some good instructions here. Anyway, I am getting lazy, so just click on the link to get finishing instructions. In the end, I used about 20 pieces of paper. I then mod podged the whole thing. It came out very cool and glossy.


How to Make Greeting Cards

I made thank you cards! Since the people live near Disneyland, I made it look like Goofy, and I also did Minnie Mouse. 

I basically just drew on a piece of white paper, wrote thank you in the Disney font (you can get the font from font websites) and glued it on card stock. If the person’s not a Disney fan, just draw something like (for a kid) Pokemon, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or Remy from Ratatouille. I purposefully made it look sketchy, and left the rough draft lines.

Bottle Cap Necklace

I’m almost finished with the bottle cap necklace!

Bottle Cap Necklace

I’m planning to make a bottle cap necklace by doing these instructions: paint the outside of a root-beer bottle cap. Then, on the inside, glue a tiny photo or picture inside the bottle cap. Glue glitter or beads inside as a border or something. Then put Mod Podge on the inside. After that, drill a hole through, slip on a jump ring, and thread a ribbon or chain through. It sounds simple, though I don’t know…

My Story

I know this has nothing to do with crafts, but please read my book…not finished yet, though.




I stepped out of my mom’s car and onto the lawn of Morgan Boarding School.

“C’mon out,” Mom said cheerfully. “Duh-duh-duh-duh!!!” she said dramatically. “Your new boarding school. Excited?”

“Not really,” I replied flatly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Trinity. I really am, sweetheart, but you need some education and boarding school was the only close school that we could afford.”

“But what if I don’t make any friends? Or I get bullied?”

“You can manage,” she said. She pulled the bill of my red baseball cap down playfully and smiled.

I frowned.

“You’ll do fine,” she said.

I stuck my tongue out, grabbed my green duffel bag, and turned toward the school.

“Trinity,” my mom shouted. “Don’t stick your tongue out at me—or the teachers! Good luck, honey. Write or email often!”

I waved, and went up the steps of Morgan Boarding School.

The minute I entered, I tried to blend in with everyone. There was a bunch of students swarming in and out of classrooms (they probably had finished class, and were going to their dorms, because it was about 3:00), and they pretty much ignored me. I figured that was a good thing.

I went to the office, where an elderly lady was. She was typing away. Tap-tap-tappity-tap! The lady was probably the secretary.

There was a nameplate. It said, Mrs. Crowesfeet. Despite how nervous I was, I couldn’t help but bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I mean, c’mon, crow’s feet? You gotta be kidding.

Mrs. Crowesfeet didn’t look up, even when I sat down. I cleared my throat. “Mrs. Crowesfeet?”

The old lady’s head jerked up, and quick as a wink, she whipped out a pistol and pointed it at me.

“Sorry,” I squeaked.

“You could’ve knocked!” said Mrs. Crowesfeet.

“The door was open!” I protested.

Mrs. Crowesfeet put down the pistol and put it back into a drawer. “Sorry, honey. Name, please?”

“Trinity Alex Farthing,” I replied, and took out the check Mom had given me for the boarding school tuition. I handed it over to the secretary, and then smiled.

“I’ll fill out all your paperwork, sweetie,” said Mrs. Crowesfeet. “Here are your classes. Your dorm is number 20578. Go to your dorm now. Here’s the key, and how old are you?” Mrs. Crowesfeet gave me my dorm key.

“Eleven. So… Do I go to my classes tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yes,” Mrs. Crowesfeet replied. “And your dorm’s on the 2nd floor.”

I hurried away quickly as Mrs. Crowesfeet returned to her typing. Tap-tap-tappity-tap!

I hurried down the hall, and up a flight of stairs. Some other students were too, and as I went up the stairs, still no one seemed to notice me. I figured that was a good thing, because then I’ll have a less chance of getting bullied.

It was a long flight of stairs, and when I finally got up the stairs, I was relieved that I had gone the right way, because I could see a plaque that said Second Floor. I looked around for my dorm, and saw it.

I hurried over, and when I got there, I quickly inserted my key and ran in. 

Inside, there was a girl. She had long black hair, except she had red streaks in it. She wore a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off with a band logo on it, and wore a black ripped up leather vest. She also wore cargo pants like me; except hers were tan and mine were green. She had big chunky wristbands with spikes and stuff on them, and wore chain jewelry, too.

The girl didn’t notice me until I accidentally coughed. The girl’s head jerked up, and her blue eyes seemed to light up on fire.

“Sorry,” I squeaked.

The girl looked me up and down, as if she were thinking, Hmmm… Not punky enough. Green cargo pants, baggy gray sweatshirt, red baseball cap, long light brown hair… She needs a makeover.

“My name’s Trinity,” I said softly before the girl could kill me.

The girl didn’t say anything, but after a few minutes she said, “Jess.”

I stuck out my hand, though I wish I hadn’t because when Jess took my hand, she squeezed it so hard I thought my bones were gonna slip out of my skin. It was even worse when she pumped it up and down.

“Welcome to Morgan Boarding School,” Jess said.
















Jess showed me around, and told me people to avoid and stuff like that.

She was eleven, like me.

“Don’t go with the popular kids like Sophia Lanski. She’s fourteen, and in my opinion she’s a snob. But I can’t control you, so…” It was lunchtime when she said this, and I agreed with Jess. Sophia looked like a snob.

“Yeah,” I replied, as I ate the something that looked like meatloaf. It was good, though it didn’t look anything like meatloaf—it didn’t taste like meatloaf either. “She does look like a snob. Looks like everyone is a slave for her.”

“Oh, here she comes. Looks like she’s coming our way.” Jess sighed.

“Hello, new girl,” said Sophia, tossing her blond head.

“Hello, old girl,” I replied, looking Sophia straight in the eye.

Sophia scoffed in disgust. “Ugh! Who do you think you are?”

“I thought I introduced myself already… but you poor girl, suffering from short term memory loss.” I shook my head sadly. 

“No! I mean—I mean… Ugh! Whatever, losers!”

“Whatever, dumb blond,” Jess replied.

“You two think you’re so smart,” Sophia said.

“Duh!” exclaimed Jess. Jess held up her hand and said in a fake, high-pitched valley-girl voice, “Like, oh my gosh! You finally got it! High five!”

Sophia walked away.

Jess and I continued to talk. I got up with Jess to get seconds—the mystery meat was pretty small, and I was saving the apple to make a secret stash for late-night snacks. So was Jess. Also, the beans didn’t look like beans, so we weren’t eating the beans.

On our way, though, Sophia stuck out a high-heeled foot, and we tripped over it and into our beans. Our faces got caked in beans.

Sophia started laughing and shouted, “Look! The geeks in beans!”

Everyone started laughing. I got up, and took the beans off my face as best I could. So did Jess.  

The cafeteria lady was watching us, and looked at us, as if to say, I won’t tell.

So then, I ran up to Sophia, and stuck my cafeteria tray (covered in beans) into Sophia’s perfect face. I ground it good.

Of course, Sophia screamed, and I was glad. Then, Jess ran up to Sophia and stuck her tray onto her clothes.

“Yahoo!” I shouted, and Jess and I ran away.

Everyone was laughing, even the cafeteria lady.

Jess and I ran to the cafeteria lady behind the counter where she was serving food, and she whispered, “I haven’t been this happy for years!”

Unfortunately, Sophia ran after us.

I heard shouts of, “Run Jess! Run Trinity!” I guess people had figured out my name.  

But then, Sophia’s posse helped, and we were surrounded. They lunged at us, and I could see one person pinning my arm down, and another arm, and my legs. I was face-to-face on the ground. So was Jess.

“Let us go!” shouted Jess. And then, she did something I thought was impossible. She turned to fire. Sophia’s posse yelped and let go.

Though I was still stuck, and Jess couldn’t get to me. I thought for a minute. And then I remembered the break dancing school I had gone to last summer.

So I did the only thing I could think of: I did the worm.

You may think that’s dumb, but it worked. 

I kicked my legs out high, like a donkey, catching two people in the stomach, and as my legs went down, I pushed up with my arms so that my upper body went up, and then, as my upper body went down, my legs went up again, kicking some other people. 

Then Jess and I ran all the way to our dorm.




























“How’d you do that?” I asked as we sat in front of the TV in our dorm.

“Do what?” replied Jess.

“Turn into fire!”

Jess glared at me, making me feel like being burnt. Then she said, “You won’t tell, will you?”

“I promise!”

“Okay,” she said. “My dad’s a part of a group, called the Nasci; nature, in Latin. They’re like mutants.”

“Okaaaay,” I said. “Hard to believe, but keep going.” 

“So there are three parts to the Nasci: fire, water, and earth. The head of the group is water. My dad married my mom, who’s a regular person. So, when they had me, my first few years I was burning everything up. So finally, my dad explained everything to me when I was nine.”

“Wow,” I said.

Then we went to dinner.



























During dinner, I was quiet. The dinner was better than lunch: spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread with cans of soda. For desert, there was rice pudding, fruit, and cookies in Ziploc® bags. Jess and I took some apples and pears, a few cans of soda, and also some cookies for our secret stash.

In the middle of grabbing food, a boy went up to me and said, “Good going with Sophia!”

I laughed and said, “Thanks.”

“Do you take break dancing?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “I took it last summer.”

“I’m Cameron,” he said.

“I’m Trinity, and that’s Jess.”

“You too,” Cameron said, turning to Jess. “You took on Sophia good too.”

“Um, thanks,” said Jess.

“You were good at turning to fire.”

“You saw that?” Jess’s mouth was open.

“Yeah,” replied Cameron. “I also see that you have a Nasci necklace.”

Jess stiffened up. Then she did something very odd.

She whistled. It was loud and low. I felt a breeze against my face. Jess looked at Cameron intently. “No, it’s not a Nasci necklace. It’s just a regular chain necklace.”

“Uh, no. It’s a Nasci necklace.” Cameron was looking at Jess with a confused look on his face.

“What are you?” asked Jess.

“Human,” replied Cameron.

“Never mind,” grumbled Jess, and then we went to our room.
















“What were you doing?” I asked. “The whistle-thingy?”

“He shouldn’t have been able to see me in fire mode. He shouldn’t have been able to see my necklace either.” Jess seemed to be concentrating on something.

“But I did.”

“You did?”

“Uh, yeah. Didn’t you tell me why you turned all fiery?”

“True… My only guess is that you two are Nasci.”

“Me?” I cried. “A Nasci? But why?”

“Because,” said Jess, “only members or their kids can see the necklace, or the transformation of another Nasci.”

How to Make a Book Box

This is not a box to hold a book. It’s box made out of a book. Get a hard-covered book, and cut out all the pages with a box knife. Cut a piece of cardboard the size of the spine, and glue it in. Measure the length of the bottom of the book, and the side of the book. Then measure the width of the book. Now cut out a piece of cardboard the length of the bottom of the book x 2 + the length of the side of the book by the width. Cut this piece out, and then glue it to the back cover. Draw lines on the sides of the box so it will look like pages.  

How to Make a Scrap Book

It depends on how many pages you want to make a scrap book. If you want 24, get 14 pieces of white paper, 8 and 1/2″ by 11″. To make the cover, cut 2 pieces of cardboard 9″ by 12″. Wrap the cardboard in wrapping paper. Get a piece of colored duct tape and put one edge onto the cardboard 3/4″. Do the same with the other edge. Staple or sew the paper together, and put the spine onto the exposing strip of tape in the middle of the cardboard covers. Take the first page, put white glue on it, and then turn the page so that the first page is glued onto the back of the front cover. Do the same with the back page. If you want, glue or tape a piece of colored paper over the white paper to hide the glue bubbles. Now decorate and glue in photos, memoirs, and more! Or, glue in a pocket or plastic bag to store souvenirs.