I am still sewing my tiny fingers off over here. It has been a busy time with orders, which I need to remind myself---is a beautiful thing. When I do remind myself of that, my heart fills to the brim with gratitude. Working on things in multiples is always exciting in the beginning, especially when working on big chunks, like bright and beautiful bee-hives. But, then the inevitable appendage stage comes and I want to pull my hair out one by one with a pair of tweezers. Sewing 24 tiny arms. Oy vay! I wish I could have an appendage assistant. If anything, it would make for a very comical help-wanted ad, and I would love to meet anyone who calls about it. The interviews would make for a great movie montage!
My son, Walter, has been bananas lately. B. A. N. A. N. A. S (like the song). He might be going stir crazy in this house, but we aren't native Louisianans, so this humidity can be a bit much for outdoor play. When I mow the lawn, he likes to come out with me and push his car around, like a lawnmower (and also like a steam roller, for rolling over his dog, whom he adores but also tortures). By the time the lawn is mowed, we are both hot messes with pink cheeks. I need to think of some amazing ideas for him. Something to engage his growing and curious brain and keep him from opening the fridge and squeezing mustard and throwing eggs on the floor (true story).
I also have been longingly staring at these 2 fabrics from Marimekko. They are so beautiful and fresh and fancy and fun. They make me very happy. I am too frugal to purchase them, but someday, maybe after a couple glasses of wine, when my frugal side has less of a say I will bring them into my home.