~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
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I call this her “snow bunny” look, even though we don’t have any snow here. In fact, any given 10-day forecast around here has been likely to include temperatures in the teens as well as some in the 70s. Crazy, I know.
I love it when my kids hang out with me in the kitchen while I work, helping me and “helping” me. They’re both in very independent zones right now, and want to be included in everything. Pippo is actually getting pretty legitimately useful — he’s recently started making his own scrambled eggs in the morning (with supervision, and often with help on the trickier parts, but he’s done it entirely on his own at least once now). Molly mostly tries to grab things and play in the sink. (Goodness, does she love playing in the sink!)
Of course, they’re just as likely to drive me crazy when they’re there — especially when they bring that second stool into my little kitchen: it just doesn’t leave very much room for me! I snuck in to make some muffins the other day while they were playing nicely in the other room, and was astounded at how quickly I mixed them up and got them in the oven on my own.
Last Monday I woke up and realized that it was going to be one of those crazy 70-degree January days, and that it was also a free admission day at the zoo. I figured that meant we pretty much had to go, so we packed up some sandwiches and hit the road. (The zoo is over an hour away; I am not usually Spontaneous Far-Away Fun Mom. But I was trying.)
This is how they would’ve gone through the whole zoo if I’d let them. Molly pushing the stroller using the axle as a handle (can you even think of a less comfortable thing to do??), Pippo perched on the front, inspecting the map to see where we should go next.
I’m just glad that they both were able to enjoy the views of all the animals.
Actually, I’m trying to be good. I have my fabric stash confined to a limited area, and have already recognized that I have a problem. I haven’t bought any new fabric in ages (make that a very whiny aaaages), and have been working exclusively out of my stash now for months. But I recently walked through the fabric store and realized that there’s so much cute fabric out there, and I need to do some serious stash-busting so that I can move on to more projects!
So, one naptime, I pulled out fabric until I found two that looked really cute together, quickly and vaguely planned out a simple, bright, adorable baby quilt, cut out the pieces, and sewed together my squares. All in an hour! I was so pleased with myself. And then I laid it all out on the floor, and it looked…
Bad. So lame. Like a barnyard-themed wallpaper border in quilt form.
Ok, I thought. I can fix this. I’ll just add these other cute fabrics to it to brighten it up. And they did! So much better. But then I spread them out on the floor again, and just couldn’t figure out how to arrange my 20 squares without ending up with a line of incomplete pinwheels or crosses in the last row. (Of course, the sole point of this quilt is to use up my fabric, so I have none left to make more blocks. I could make a square quilt, I guess… but it’s too late for that now.) I did find one configuration that looked like it might be acceptably cute and complete, so snapped a photo with my phone before rearranging again. When I looked back at the picture, I realized that in that arrangement, the red pieces in the blocks were forming… swastikas. Nevermind.
Ok, new plan. I decide that I can cut the blocks in half on the diagonal, sew them together the other way, and then they will go together perfectly. Simple dimple. (Never mind that this has already taken approximately 4 more naptimes than I had originally planned.) I just have to pay careful attention to cut them this way, not that way, or it won’t work.
Of course, as you’ve already anticipated, on block 16, I pay only 74% attention and cut it the wrong way. I spend a few short minutes cursing the heavens, and then quickly decide that the thing to do is to cut all the blocks into narrow diagonal strips and sew them together, end-to-end. (Obviously. Why don’t you just cut your project up into little bits, crazy pregnant lady??!) Then I’ll either piece the strips together and end up with a scrappy-looking quilt or leave them, and have a million miles of pieced bias binding that may or may not coordinate with any other project.
Or I could shove the whole thing into a bag in the back of the closet (or the trash) and move on with my life.
Should I keep plugging along? I’m fairly confident at this point that I will end up with something relatively attractive, but then again, I am also the one who made all the other decisions along the way that got me to this point. I realize that this entire process has been minimally rational. Save me from myself!