It’s Good Friday, so we’ve already been to church (where the readings were moving, the music made me cry – as per usual – and Peanut had a fit halfway through the first hymn) and had lunch and now The Recruiter and Peanut are hanging out together while I finish my lunch and start getting stuff done.
Like this. I really want to have a new Easter dress for Peanut for Sunday morning. I have a sizeable fabric stash, so even though the stores are all closed today, I have no issue putting together enough fabric for a 3T dress for her. Since before Christmas, when I first saw this tute on One Pretty Thing, I’ve wanted to make it for her. Do you remember this?
I posted that very picture waaaay back in the spring of 2008 and very little has become of that fabric since then. I made a few little applique’s for a tunic dress for Peanut back at Christmas using the green fabric, as well as my little birds, and the brown with polka dots turned into the cover for a dirty diaper bag and a teeny newborn dress for a friend’s little girl, but there are still metres left of both. So here we go: an Easter dress with nary a pink or purple anything in sight. Awesome!
In other news, yesterday I looked like this:
You can’t tell, but I was actually feeling fairly well crippled in that picture. I woke up feeling particularly motivated and spent the entire day sorting through boxes of mostly crap and trashing stuff, boxing things for donation, doing laundry and tidying and vaccuuming the apartment. By 3:30 I realized that I had totally overdone it and my back was killing me, but I still had to make the place liveable, so I continued on. Ouch. Despite overtaxing myself, though, I’m feeling good and feeling fairly confident that I’m going to make it to term this time. Come on, May 1st!! Actually, May 2nd: we’re having belly pictures taken on May 1st. Better yet, May 8th: my Blessingway is on the 7th. So here’s hoping!
And about that dress, the one I need to start right now if it’s going to be finished for Sunday morning? Have a look at my sewing room as it looks at this very minute:
I’d better get to work.