Recently I was asked to make some duct tape clothing. My kids had been making wallets and hair bows so I had some supplies at home already. To make the outfits I knew I would do a better job with a dress form but I didn’t have one handy. After a quick internet search I found the directions to making one using duct tape. I needed a particular size so I used a model of that size, duct tape, left over plastic grocery bags, and about 30 minutes time. Here are photos of the process.
- Have model pull up long hair and wear a long sleeve fitted top.
- Begin wrapping duct tape under bust.
- Wrap around torso and cross over bust line for better contour.
- Once model’s torso is covered with 2-3 layers look for exposed shirt areas and cover with tape.
- From back of model begin lifting duct tape away from shirt.
- Starting from the bottom carefully cut the back of duct tape open while pulling tape away from cloth.
- When form is off the model press plastic against all interior surfaces of duct tape to avoid form from collapsing and sticking to itself.
- Stuff with left over plastic bags, rags, old clothing, whatever is handy and can be manipulated to form. Then clean up lines and close off arm holes, neck hole and base.
In 2003, when I went on the road with Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, my husband and I took a leap of faith. We agreed that my participation on the show was bigger than both of us, and that good things happen when you get involved and help others. Our biggest hurdle was child care, as I had been a stay at home mom for seven years, working out of the house through my business and raising our three kids. My son was 8, and my daughters were 4 and 2. We decided that it was my husband’s turn to have time with the children. He quit his day job and operated a small independent company from the house while taking up where I had left off.
Jevon was well versed in the day to day needs of the kids as far as meals, activities, bedtime, and school were concerned but, like every challenge he takes on, he was determined to streamline the process when I was not around. A friend gave me an easy cookbook the previous Christmas, and my husband clung to it while he practiced healthy and appetizing meals for the kids. When it was time to get dressed, he mastered the race against my daughters, thus inspiring them to do it themselves with ease. When a boo-boo occurred he was ready with the Bactine and the kisses and a warm cuddle with Daddy. I definitely babied the girls before I went off on the road, and when I returned they were buckling themselves into their own carseats. My son fed the pets and read to the girls often.
One of the hardest challenges, familiar to single parents the world over, was when the flu struck our house while I was working on an Extreme house in Purdys, New York. I called home to check in after pulling another all night build/paint project. Apparently my daughters were both very ill, and consequently sleeping with their daddy. During the night, one of them threw up in the bed. My husband got them out of bed, stood them up on the rug and stripped off their wet nightclothes. He then gathered up all the sheets and blankets and headed to the bathtub to dump the mess for the morning. When he turned to head out of the bathroom, the nausea hit him like a freight train and he promptly spent the next 5 minutes throwing up. By the time he returned to redress the bed and our girls they had vanished. He walked into their bedroom and found them curled up together in the older one’s bed. My daughter told him that the little one was okay; she had dressed her sister and was taking care of her. My husband, sweating from a fever and wiped out, kissed them both tenderly and went to bed. When he told me this I knew how far away I was, how helpless I was, but how loving my children and husband were toward one another. It was terribly sad and tremendously beautiful at the same time. As I worked on the house I was reminded of a family in Suffolk County whose mother died very young of cancer. I was getting a glimpse of the fallout after a mom is gone but I was so grateful my absence was only temporary and my husband was pulling all the weight of our child rearing with such grace.
But my favorite story from Jevon’s early Mr. Mom indoctrination came when I was home and picking up the girls from preschool. Their teacher shared the attached photo with me. I brought it home and asked my husband about the day it was taken. He said it was Dad’s day at the school and he was reading to the girls in the classroom. It was June and I was curious as to why they were in ski hats. ”Oh that”, he said, “I couldn’t get a brush through their hair, so we decided it would be a perfect day to rock the beanies. If you say that we are going to rock something, instead of just wear it, the girls will put a ham sandwich on their head and be happy about it”. I always smile when I see this photo.
Recently I was invited to check out the SEMA (Specialty Equipment Market Association) trade show in Las Vegas with Lincoln Electric “the welding experts” and my friend, Lon Damon. Vegas is only a four and a half hour drive so I hopped in my car and headed out Thursday afternoon. As I was not scheduled to check in with SEMA until Friday morning I made plans to see my friend and former graphic artist for Bar Rescue Season 1, Joey Ungerer. Joey now is a graphic artist for the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas and they are lucky to have him. You can see his wonderful logos on the first season episodes. Joey is thriving in his new job and I am really happy for his success. It can be tough to make a living in art and so many great artists are forced to walk away from their talent to make ends meet so I am a huge fan of success stories like Joey’s.
Friday morning I headed to the Las Vegas Convention Center and met up with Lon of Lincoln Electric at the SEMA show. SEMA gathers automotive specialty products from around the world and Lincoln Electric had one of the best booths I have seen at any trade show. On display they had a robotic welder, a virtual welding machine that scored visitors welding skills, an incredible c and c plasma cutter, mig and tig welding demonstrations, tons of welding gear,
- The original prototype 1962 Shelby Cobra
- Aaron Hagar, myself, and Chip Foose
- Love love love the lines and color of this car
- What auto show is complete without a monster truck?
- This booth is fun on so many levels.
- Full perspective
- Had to get a photo with this car
- Me and Jessi Combs
- Me and Lon Damon
- Red letting me weld at the booth
- Awesome product from Lincoln Electric – C and C plasma cutter
- Mark holding an product of the Torchmate
- Fantastic machine. The virtual welder!
special guests Chip Foose, Jessi Combs, Brian Fuller, and a fantastic team of Lincoln Electric specialists to guide attendees through their top of the line display booth.
I can say that the 9 hour round trip drive in 24 hours was more than worth it to meet up with friends old and new and be part of the amazing culture of cars. My dad was a mechanic for 40 years and walking the isles, seeing the classics, meeting mechanics and artisans was like going home.
If you agree to be an organ donor on your driver’s license, I am your biggest fan.
There are memories that I have of my father that almost didn’t happen. In 1994 a motorcycle accident claimed the life of a young woman, a total stranger to me and my family. She had checked the “donor” box on her driver’s license. As she lay on the table, they harvested her lungs and put one of them into my father; and in so doing they handed my father eight more years of life.
So what did we gain by adding eight years to the life of a 62 year old man? My father saw the last two of his six children get married, welcomed seven new grandchildren, sold two homes, inspired the lung transplant staff at UCSF with his courage and conviction (thus being dubbed “Lazarus”), spent time teaching his grandchildren to fish, entertained with my mom, mourned for his three sisters, laughed out loud and often, exchanged jokes with his two brothers, told us amazing stories of his life and work in San Franicisco in the 1950′s and 1960′s, celebrated many more Thanksgivings, playfully teased his mother inlaw, helped fix our cars, reminisced about his childhood when I cut his hair, warmed any room with his smile, transferred his love of nature to my son, always offered encouragement, held my hand, endured the tough times of a transplant patient with strength and grace, teased his cat Skipper, with diminished lung capacity and a walker flew a couple weeks after 9-11-01 to meet his grandchild, and above all he was here and part of our lives when he wouldn’t have been without the gift that anonymous young woman gave him and us.
I spent a lot of time with a lot of troubled families when I was the Art Director on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and they all touched me in some way, however, I remember one of our families had lost a boy in an auto accident. His organs were donated. During the reveal of the finished new home a young girl came to visit. She was the heart recipient. The energy in the room was emotionally charged as the boy’s mom greeted her. Watching the mom embrace a girl who was able to stand there because of her son’s gift was both heartbreaking and awe inspiring. At that moment I couldn’t help but wish I could thank the family in person whose daughter/sister gave my dad a lung. But would they be angry, sad, resentful, and/or happy to meet me? At a friend’s funeral recently I struggled with the awkward moment when you are joyful for the reunion of old friends at the gathering but depressed for the reason you are reuniting. I imagine a meeting with my dad’s donor’s family would be very similar but I’ll never know.
If you check “yes” on the donor box on your license, though it may cause you to confront your own mortality, I can only tell you from someone who has been on the other side, how precious a gift you might give.





































































