Once upon a time there was a girl with a fabric stash.
This girl liked to sew, although with two babies and ten years of marriage and moves, and some of them were intensive, expensive, moving-van-driving car-towing three day cross-country moves, her sewing time was limited. (It was non-existent.) Moves are rough, especially when you move so far that it requires you to find new doctors and dentists for your kids, to stand in long waits at the DMV for new license plates, to be on the phone forever to update car insurance info (one must do this when one moves to a new state), to hope to make a bunch of friends in the next few months. (It takes time! Loneliness is real!) Setting up house again and again, getting used to the new area, not getting lost, finding new parks to play at, and new libraries to borrow from, it gets overwhelming. The house mess doesn't take care of itself, and there is still also cooking and laundry and cleaning and child-rearing to be done. (I saved the best for last.) It often feels impossible from the view of The Mom. Often (Very Often!) I feel like I have been set up to fail. I have been set up to fail. There is no time to do anything. There is barely time to do stuff when you aren't even moving!
Enter the mess and the chaos. I'm going to gloss over this, but it gets messy. The stuff in Albuquerque that never found a home gets carted to Jefferson City, and there may or may not be time to sort through, and that stuff gets moved to Mesa and is still forgotten. I had family members who had babies and I wanted to make something for them, but I've been in survival mode for much of the last ten years. There is some guilt there. I wish I could have done more for my own family members. It's been hard. We've been unemployed at times, not for want of employment or lack of skill, we graduated from law school with a lot of debt and no prospects, shaking down every tree. Even in the hard times, there have been good moments and good friends and kindness. I knew that this too shall pass.
The fabric stash has taken over and parts of it have been transported since St Louis eight years ago. I get into a project and there should be time to do it, but then suddenly we are moving again and the time I thought I had is gone. The biggest regret I have is not asking for more help in packing. I should have had some friends help me in a packing party. The part about that was that I felt like I had only known a lot of these friends for six months, and that might not be well enough to ask them to help. And they have kids and families of their own to take care of.
I finally feel more established to make things! Pretty things! Pretty things to give as presents! We've been in our house for about 11 months. I didn't have to get new license plates or find a new library or make new friends or find new doctors since this was our first move that stayed in the same city! Blissful!
I made these bibs for a friend's baby girl. They are posh crafty folk and I hope they will enjoy them. I also have a giant bag of gently used baby clothes to give them! Clothes get pricey! We'll have them covered for sizes 12 months and up, literally. I love the soft pinks, gold tones, and creamy lace. One set has a cream-colored chenille backing and the other has pink minky fleece. These are a few of my favorite absorbent cloths!
Tell me what you think! Would you buy these? Do you want to buy these? I might have some available for purchase or maybe a giveaway if there is interest.
All the best! And Simplify The Chaos! -Danelley
This girl liked to sew, although with two babies and ten years of marriage and moves, and some of them were intensive, expensive, moving-van-driving car-towing three day cross-country moves, her sewing time was limited. (It was non-existent.) Moves are rough, especially when you move so far that it requires you to find new doctors and dentists for your kids, to stand in long waits at the DMV for new license plates, to be on the phone forever to update car insurance info (one must do this when one moves to a new state), to hope to make a bunch of friends in the next few months. (It takes time! Loneliness is real!) Setting up house again and again, getting used to the new area, not getting lost, finding new parks to play at, and new libraries to borrow from, it gets overwhelming. The house mess doesn't take care of itself, and there is still also cooking and laundry and cleaning and child-rearing to be done. (I saved the best for last.) It often feels impossible from the view of The Mom. Often (Very Often!) I feel like I have been set up to fail. I have been set up to fail. There is no time to do anything. There is barely time to do stuff when you aren't even moving!
Enter the mess and the chaos. I'm going to gloss over this, but it gets messy. The stuff in Albuquerque that never found a home gets carted to Jefferson City, and there may or may not be time to sort through, and that stuff gets moved to Mesa and is still forgotten. I had family members who had babies and I wanted to make something for them, but I've been in survival mode for much of the last ten years. There is some guilt there. I wish I could have done more for my own family members. It's been hard. We've been unemployed at times, not for want of employment or lack of skill, we graduated from law school with a lot of debt and no prospects, shaking down every tree. Even in the hard times, there have been good moments and good friends and kindness. I knew that this too shall pass.
The fabric stash has taken over and parts of it have been transported since St Louis eight years ago. I get into a project and there should be time to do it, but then suddenly we are moving again and the time I thought I had is gone. The biggest regret I have is not asking for more help in packing. I should have had some friends help me in a packing party. The part about that was that I felt like I had only known a lot of these friends for six months, and that might not be well enough to ask them to help. And they have kids and families of their own to take care of.
I finally feel more established to make things! Pretty things! Pretty things to give as presents! We've been in our house for about 11 months. I didn't have to get new license plates or find a new library or make new friends or find new doctors since this was our first move that stayed in the same city! Blissful!
I made these bibs for a friend's baby girl. They are posh crafty folk and I hope they will enjoy them. I also have a giant bag of gently used baby clothes to give them! Clothes get pricey! We'll have them covered for sizes 12 months and up, literally. I love the soft pinks, gold tones, and creamy lace. One set has a cream-colored chenille backing and the other has pink minky fleece. These are a few of my favorite absorbent cloths!
All the best! And Simplify The Chaos! -Danelley
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