Quote of the Day:

"Mom, if we run over that turkey, how loud will the popping sound be?"

Gross. :)

Free Therapy

Well, not completely free. This hour of crafting (while both boys were napping!!!) came at the price of a messy kitchen, which I probably should have been cleaning instead. But it felt SO good to be making something again, even if I didn't get any sewing done. Just digging into my huge pile of fabric scraps, putting together some fun combinations, and cutting it all out did wonders for my state of mind.
I've almost sold out of the coasters in my shop, so I decided to make another batch. Those are so fun to make because I feel like I can put together all kinds of crazy fabric combinations and get away with it because it's on such a small scale. Oh, and I also snuck in a bit of shopping for new fabric... there is a LOT of gorgeous new stuff out there! So I make you no promises, but I hope to have some new items in the shop soon... I hear there are a lot of babies in the works. :)

Bad Mom Moment

I've been feeling the need to update this blog with something besides the rather boring news about fabric and baby blankets. However, since my life has lately consisted only of nursing, cleaning the SAME messes up over and over again, and only occasionally interrupting these two activities with such exciting adventures as "jackhammering monsters" and "hiding from weasels," I have nothing recent to write about. So I thought I'd write about a very blog worthy event that happened some time ago - around about the time I started this blog: my worst mom moment.

Moses was probably about 2 and still sleeping in his crib. He had just entered the phase that you all know about - the phase of prolonging bed time as long as humanly possible. Every night he couldn't go to sleep for one or more of the following reasons "I need another song," "I need a drink of water," "I need another hug," "I had a bad dream" (while awake, nonetheless!), and my personal favorite: "something's boddering me."

Brett was out for the evening and I had finally given Moses one last drink, hug, and song, and assured him I would not come into his room again until morning. About 10 minutes later I heard him start whining: "I need a hug..." Resisting my motherly urge to give in, I steeled myself and went about my business. I cleaned the kitchen and started sewing, all to choruses of "I need a hug," which continued to emanate from the bedroom. I kept telling myself to hold strong - I just had to be more stubborn than him and eventually he would learn that he couldn't manipulate me into coming back into that bedroom. I had already given him about 10 hugs and he was only saying this because he didn't want to go to sleep. After about 15 minutes, however, I was feeling frazzled. "I need a hug. I need a hug. I need a hug!" I couldn't stand it any more. I went to the bedroom door and paused to collect myself and figure out how I was going to handle the situation. As I stood there I managed to get one last really good listen to what my son was saying: "MY KNEE IS STUCK!"

In my defense, those two phrases sound really similar when said out loud through a wooden door. Try it - you might feel a little less disgusted with me.

I ran into the room, and sure enough, his leg was jammed between the crib slats. It was so stuck, in fact, that I had to get into the crib myself and bodily pry the two slats apart before freeing his leg. I felt terrible. I still feel terrible. Actually, I'm not sure why I just retold that story. I'd love to hear your bad mom moments - maybe they'll make me feel better!

Jackpot!

My brother Daniel found this fabric while cleaning out my parents' basement and it brought back so many memories! These scraps are left over from the Cabbage Patch doll clothes my mom made for me one Christmas. I remember being so impressed by the fact that she was able to make REAL clothes (albeit in miniature) using fabric and a sewing machine. She made a fur coat, which she lined, and a Hawaiian mumu, among other things. So cool! I think that was the first time I got excited about sewing - seeing that I could possibly make something even better than the things in the store made me excited to learn more. I'm hoping Daniel keeps cleaning and finds the actual doll clothes she made - they were so cute!

The one I would want

If I were a baby surfing the web for the perfect blanket, this is the one I would buy for myself. I LOVE how this blanket turned out. This parasol fabric is so cool - I have to buy more so I can turn it into an adult-sized something for myself. In fact, there is a beautiful pattern for a robe in this book that I think would look great made from this fabric. (Seriously, check out the book. It is full of Amy Butler designs and every single project in it is incredible!!!)

Munchkin

Doesn't this look like the face of a future rascal?