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Sewing with babies takes patience. It doesn’t happen often here, that I can sew during the day. Most of the time after the kids go down I make a beeline for the sewing machine, making sure to avert my eyes from the dinner dishes and the laundry and the diaper pail and the ever-growing pile of junk that gets unloaded on the ” junk counter”. I used to be really weird about cleaning, I felt like I couldn’t do a thing for myself until the house was spotless, but recently that’s changed. I’ve let go of the obsessive, and given in to the creative urges… And I’m a lot happier now.
Yes, I still love a shiny clean house and we are definetly not living in squalor, but the dishes can wait. I’ve got things to create.
What is love?
Love is sending me thrifting on his day off.
That’s love.
So I’ve been hoarding fabric, unsure how I wanted to take my shears to it. I finally pep-talked my way into the sewing room to USE this fabric and ended up pretty stoked. SouleMama inspired patchwork throw, snuggled in every night since completion!
Sorry. I totally flaked. It was me, not you. I stopped writing inthe summer, when my belly stretched to accomadate a baby and my energy stretched to fulfil a little girls’ day. Oh yeah, and then this happened:
Welcome to the world, Charlie Darkstar.
I honestly could write a novel about all the events that have taken plce since then, but instead, let’s do a photo montage. Who doesn’t love a montage.
My belly got huge and the garden got huge and our friends came back to Vancouver just in time for us to push a baby out and then Frankie became a big sister and started doing big sister things like baking and man, she loves her baby brother and then we decided to move back to the city even though we’d miss my parents but now we’re happier and the kids are happy and growing like weeds and doing things like spelling and eating solids and we get to see our friends a lot and Gabe and I are in love and somehow I’ve managed to get some thrifting and sewing done and now that my machines are unpacked and the baby’s older it’s time to get back to the business of making shit. Life is beautiful.
Bird Songs 