It's all relative
May. 14th, 2010 04:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norsegirlI've been a relatively good girl this week. While I have practically worn holes in the credit card I have at least purchased all good and useful things. Lots of clothing on sale for the baby for the next few sizes. A handful of t-shirts and long sleeved shirts for me that will definitely get worn. A new set of outdoor dishes so we can better enjoy our beautiful patio (and no, we didn't have a set before, so this is much better than bringing the good dishes outside). And here's a surprising one... I went to the fabric store on Wednesday, purchased 6 lengths of fabric and have already made 2 items!
First item made was prompted by the neighbour. I bought 3 lengths of fabric to make more baby slings. I don't exactly need more slings, but I've found a type that is really working for me and I wanted one in linen that I could bring to Pennsic. The other 2 fabrics I bought were not really Pennsic appropriate but just stuff I wanted. Anyway, I got up in the morning and tossed the fabrics in to be pre-washed, got them dried and didn't think much more on the subject. This afternoon I decided I should roller skate to Target and reward myself with a half-priced happy hour Frappuccino from Starbucks and the neighbour decided to come along. While we skated she told me about the crappy project she has at school this week... we all remember the stupid "take care of an egg-baby" project (or if we didn't do it ourselves it has been immortalized and made part of our social fabric by every sitcom ever created). Well the new version of this idiocy is the 10lb bag of flour. They are not allowed to put down the flour, hand the flour off to anyone else or go out without their flour. The teacher wraps the flour so he can confirm that they have not dropped it or swapped it out because their bag got destroyed. Beth claims this is the most ridiculous thing ever asked of her, especially in light of the reality of 2 actual babies in her household that she could be holding instead. I agree that while she should be responsible for the flour while at school, when at home she should be able to put it in a corner and help take care of a real baby instead. And while I kind of see where they are going with this, babies are not like flour. Babies fit nicely against your body and have lots of easy places to grip and are thus easier to carry for their weight than flour. We don't carry babies 100% of the time, we put them down for naps, trust them to friends and relatives and we do hire babysitters on occasion. And of course babies cry and wake you up at night. I can't help but feel this is just as pointless as the egg, but with the added "benefit" of being hard on their backs. I told Beth that we'd make her a sling. Of course this was just motivation for me to get one of mine made so I could lend it to her for the week. Anyway, 1 hot pink sling out of quilting cotton is now sitting complete in the dining room. Not sure whether I should lend Beth the new pink sling that is oh so me or the "aqua" commercial one that I copied (that reminds me vaguely of hospital scrubs). I've also got 1 linen sling cut out and ready to be sewn, but it's a neat printed linen, so not very Pennsic appropriate. The final length of linen is unfortunately black (not the best colour for being in period but one of the few they had that I didn't hate) but will have to do for Pennsic. It is ironed but not cut.
The second item I worked on tonight was a floor-cloth to put under G while she eats. I got it all pre-washed and hemmed and all that's left is to hit it with a few layers of urethane. That last bit is important but needs to wait for the weekend so Jason can watch G while I go out in the garage and play with fumes. It matches the dining room curtains just as perfectly as I thought it would, which delights me. It did however reveal that my husband is either going a little nuts or that his eyes are far worse than I imagined. When I first presented the fabric to him tonight to see what he thought of it his response was an unenthused "uh yeah, so it's pink, so what?" To which I replied (not believing my ears) "Pink, as in the colour, P-I-N-K?" (yes I actually spelled it). You be the judge... here's a lovely swatch of the fabric in question:
Is anyone but me not seeing any pink there at all. His excuse was "the lighting". Again, I can't think of any lighting in which that could be read as "pink". When it was in the dining room under a fairly bright light and he wasn't trying to play Starcraft II he did admit it was more yellow than pink.
Little, simple projects, but still a nice feeling of accomplishment to bring fabric home from the fabric store and actually make something from it instead of just adding it to the stash. Once I make up a dress or two this week I may also find that I have enough linen to make one or two more slings. My mother pointed out that I won't need these much longer, but I'm not concerned. I can either sell them on to someone else or re-purpose the fabric.
Anyway, it's definitely time I got to bed.
First item made was prompted by the neighbour. I bought 3 lengths of fabric to make more baby slings. I don't exactly need more slings, but I've found a type that is really working for me and I wanted one in linen that I could bring to Pennsic. The other 2 fabrics I bought were not really Pennsic appropriate but just stuff I wanted. Anyway, I got up in the morning and tossed the fabrics in to be pre-washed, got them dried and didn't think much more on the subject. This afternoon I decided I should roller skate to Target and reward myself with a half-priced happy hour Frappuccino from Starbucks and the neighbour decided to come along. While we skated she told me about the crappy project she has at school this week... we all remember the stupid "take care of an egg-baby" project (or if we didn't do it ourselves it has been immortalized and made part of our social fabric by every sitcom ever created). Well the new version of this idiocy is the 10lb bag of flour. They are not allowed to put down the flour, hand the flour off to anyone else or go out without their flour. The teacher wraps the flour so he can confirm that they have not dropped it or swapped it out because their bag got destroyed. Beth claims this is the most ridiculous thing ever asked of her, especially in light of the reality of 2 actual babies in her household that she could be holding instead. I agree that while she should be responsible for the flour while at school, when at home she should be able to put it in a corner and help take care of a real baby instead. And while I kind of see where they are going with this, babies are not like flour. Babies fit nicely against your body and have lots of easy places to grip and are thus easier to carry for their weight than flour. We don't carry babies 100% of the time, we put them down for naps, trust them to friends and relatives and we do hire babysitters on occasion. And of course babies cry and wake you up at night. I can't help but feel this is just as pointless as the egg, but with the added "benefit" of being hard on their backs. I told Beth that we'd make her a sling. Of course this was just motivation for me to get one of mine made so I could lend it to her for the week. Anyway, 1 hot pink sling out of quilting cotton is now sitting complete in the dining room. Not sure whether I should lend Beth the new pink sling that is oh so me or the "aqua" commercial one that I copied (that reminds me vaguely of hospital scrubs). I've also got 1 linen sling cut out and ready to be sewn, but it's a neat printed linen, so not very Pennsic appropriate. The final length of linen is unfortunately black (not the best colour for being in period but one of the few they had that I didn't hate) but will have to do for Pennsic. It is ironed but not cut.
The second item I worked on tonight was a floor-cloth to put under G while she eats. I got it all pre-washed and hemmed and all that's left is to hit it with a few layers of urethane. That last bit is important but needs to wait for the weekend so Jason can watch G while I go out in the garage and play with fumes. It matches the dining room curtains just as perfectly as I thought it would, which delights me. It did however reveal that my husband is either going a little nuts or that his eyes are far worse than I imagined. When I first presented the fabric to him tonight to see what he thought of it his response was an unenthused "uh yeah, so it's pink, so what?" To which I replied (not believing my ears) "Pink, as in the colour, P-I-N-K?" (yes I actually spelled it). You be the judge... here's a lovely swatch of the fabric in question:
Is anyone but me not seeing any pink there at all. His excuse was "the lighting". Again, I can't think of any lighting in which that could be read as "pink". When it was in the dining room under a fairly bright light and he wasn't trying to play Starcraft II he did admit it was more yellow than pink.
Little, simple projects, but still a nice feeling of accomplishment to bring fabric home from the fabric store and actually make something from it instead of just adding it to the stash. Once I make up a dress or two this week I may also find that I have enough linen to make one or two more slings. My mother pointed out that I won't need these much longer, but I'm not concerned. I can either sell them on to someone else or re-purpose the fabric.
Anyway, it's definitely time I got to bed.
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Date: 2010-05-14 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-14 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-15 06:25 pm (UTC)I'm thinking I should make a linen one for Pennsic, but I have settled on a style.
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Date: 2010-05-15 10:32 pm (UTC)I still like my Moby if I know she's going to be in the sling for a while, but the hugamonkey is great when she wants out of the stroller and I'm clothing shopping or just popping in and out from stores to car.
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Date: 2010-05-17 06:29 am (UTC)