I know y'all were just DYING to see a photo of the soon-to-be-famous quilt. For some reason, I couldn't add this photo after I had published the post. Technical difficulties. The orange fabric is soft and furry....and was the most difficult to sew!!
Yesterday I went to Sears and bought a sewing machine. Whoohooo! It's a pretty basic model. In fact, the box says that it is for "ages 8 to adult." I guess that means it is safe for me. Mom and Dad came over to hang out and watch the football games. Little did Mom know that she was also going to help me make the first quilt.
It was really OUR first quilt. Mom hadn't made one before either. We learned a lot on our first quilting adventure. One thing we learned was that stretchy fabric doesn't play well with non-stretchy fabric. We battled that one over and over. Another thing we learned was that pressing the fabric really is an important step...that we skipped. We were winging it (at my direction) and the final pieces weren't exactly lined up. We improvised pretty well and the final product looks pretty cool. Havanna LOVED it. I had it draped over my legs and she was sitting on the floor by my feet. She kept giggling and grabbing it. She blessed it with a heavy dose of drool.
If I am going to continue in to the world of quilting, I'm going to have to learn some patience. I've already picked out my next project. A t-shirt quilt. Wish me luck.
Last night, Stinkerbelle woke up about 4:30 am and was fussing/talking/playing in her crib. Lovie got up first and gave her pacifier. She was already fussing by the time he got back to bed. I laid there hoping that she'd fall back asleep. Lovie and I listened to her for a while before I felt him give me a gentle nudge, as if to say, "Your turn." I had to laugh. I went and got her and brought her back to bed with me. She was struggling to breathe through her little stuffed up nose. Once she finally fell back asleep, cuddled up next to Mommy, she slept for two more hours.
We got the Christmas tree and the rest of the decorations up on Thanksgiving Weekend. Stinkerbelle didn't really seem to notice. She's happy as long as she can sit on the floor with her toys and have PLENTY of room to wiggle around. Still not really crawling, just a lot of "skooching."
She's still a very good baby. Lots of smiling and an occasional laugh. She still gets the most entertainment from watching the dog.
Stinkerbelle has become quite the drool monster. Drool and boogers. There is a never-ending flow. I should come up with some sort of use for all that drool...
I'll bet if I bottle it and say that it removes wrinkles, like some sort of youth serum, I'd make a fortune! Or, maybe enough to pay for a gallon of gas?