Nursery

I'd started this quilt years ago. Before I EVER knew that I would have kids, let alone boys. Before I knew that they would have a room that looked out to the sea. I had finished the top and all the quilting except the corner design, which I tried to hand quilt, and it just wasn't working as the fabric was too high of a thread count. In frustration I set it aside, because I really wanted that hand quilted look for the corners. Something about having kids, who knows, but now I am over it, and I went ahead and just machine quilted, so now I just have to finish hand stitching the binding. It will hang on the wall, and I'm thinking the back of their door even close to the picture frame that is naval bouys.

Still redo-ing the boys room, these are the before pictures. There is the addition of the new crib, a changing table, and the bookcase moves to the left wall. I really wish that the bookcase was cherry like the cribs, but for now it is working. The room is very small, probaly orginally intended for an office, but then the boys will be little too, for awhile.

The closet organization is going better than expected, but I'm still waiting on a part that wasn't shipped. The good news is there is already open space which hasn't been filled, thanks to the little guys growth spurt, and the new collapsible bin system I'm configuring.

A race track I made for the cars, I backed it in polar fleece and just serged with wooley-nylon thread. It can double as a nice blanket, although I think he is still a little young yet to get that cars run on the roads and not just on peoples' legs.

So I'll get the cribs all wiped down, re-made, their quilts washed (except the wall one) and up on the rails. The walls are my stumbling block, I don't want to hang stuff over the crib, but how do I make a bunch of little pictures that used to be on a shelf work on the big wall?

Grey

It's looked like this a lot lately. I'm due in about five weeks. The weather is great for nesting.

I find myself craving spring. Daffodils sit by my sink, in the boys room, and there are roses in the wall vases.

Grey is supposed to be a big color. But it is never for me. I use it when I need grey, but living in the northwest, grey is ample and not a color I necessarily buy, which is why I have like two pieces in the stash and realized lately that maybe I should.

I've been re-doing the boys room. Two cribs, one closet, two boys soon enough. I'm at the stage where I'd rather organize the closet than make a decision on where to hang the pictures. The main problem being all the pictures are very small, and the walls big, and I need something with better scale. I think back to being in Lowe's, and looking around, and there were like three other pregnant ladies, and I felt like we were all stuck on the same broken records of how to organize itty clothes, procrastinating so we didn't have to hang all the small pictures.

Got a great new camera, now if I'd just off-load the pics and put them up on the blog!

I planted tomato seeds, lobelia, daisies, and some snapdragons -- we will see. The roses this year have been beaten by cold but they seem to persist. I'm late with the Felco's, gasp, but then so it the sunshine I require to be out there.

I delight today in allowing someone to come in and help me soon. Sometimes it is so hard to accept help. Sometimes it is so needed. Sometimes we need to ask others when the ones we love can't help. Sometimes it is important to accept help even when we think we don't need it. To pay for help, to arrange it, to admit you can't do everything while undergoing a season of limitation. Since I can't bend, and walking is painful, I am accepting help, and proud of myself.

Working in the studio, I alternate between the art quilt on my wall, and going to other piecing projects when I must sit in this late term exhaustion of swollen feet which fit only in Crocs. I'm trying to relish these last few weeks, trying, I said. I'm holding the sweet feeling of have a few hours hear and there to sew before a newborn holds my hand. The quilt is done, resting on the crib rail, and yes, pictures, I need pictures.

The sea has calmed, though the rain has not let up. I am thankful for a child's long nap, and the stolen moments off my feet.