Oh, there were all three yesterday as I attempted to complete the many sewing projects I have left for baby girl’s nursery.
And cuss words… there were many, many f-bombs.
The Olfa Rotary Cutter (which should come with some sort of required safety class, much like a hunting rifle) has taken the “fuc*ing whore” title from the sewing machine after it nearly completely sliced off the top of my left pointer finger. That’s where the blood comes in. And the tears. I cried like a little girl once I saw the blood gushing from the tip of my finger (away from the fancy fabric, thank goodness). I got hot and flushed and felt pukey. Scott had to come to the rescue and I nearly passed out. You’d think I’d never experienced or lived through anything more painful or bloody, like… I don’t know… med-free labor and delivery.
Once my finger was properly bandaged (with a super cool Transformers Bandaid), I got back to work. I was DETERMINED to be productive yesterday because, well, Monday didn’t really work out that way. I wanted to finish just a simple baby blanket. How hard could that be?
IMPOSSIBLE, it turns out.
Remember that ruffler foot attachment I was coveting for my machine? I couldn’t find one anywhere that is compatible with my super cheap, bottom of the line Brother LS-590. Oh, sure. I could have ordered one online and waited all week for it to come in, but I’m impatient and figured, “how hard could it be to hand ruffle?”
I was not anticipating the miles of fabric (okay, more like 9 yards) I would have to pull and scrunch to create ruffles for this baby blanket. I present to you my own personal ruffling hell.
After 45 minutes of that futile effort, I tossed it to the side, searched online for a ruffler foot, again, to no avail, and then went to Lowes with Scott.
For some reason, we thought it would be a super easy, FUN task to take on re-tiling and re-painting the kid’s bathroom. As I type this, my husband is banging away at the super glue mortar and there is a toilet in the bathtub. I can not impress upon him enough how KEY it is that that toilet is back to fully functioning and out of the tub by the time Kendall gets home this weekend.
Since I wasn’t going to be much help in the bathroom reno, I got back to work on the baby blanket last night. I decided to take a Facebook fan/liker’s advice and just pleat the trim instead of ruffling. I was quite proud of myself for doing it all by hand and figured it would look pretty cute.
Around 11 last night, I’d attached the trim, sewn the blanket and was ready to add the finishing touches. I’ll admit, it’s definitely a…. homemade baby blanket. It looks nothing like I imagined, and the trim is sort of wonky. Whatever. I do not care at this point. I just want to be done.
I still have to go add those finishing touches (top stitching, mainly) because somehow I managed to eff up the tension on my machine last night, and instead of breaking out the manual to fix it, I threw a little temper tantrum, stomped out of the room and watched the Teen Mom reunion special. (OMG, Amber, Amber, Amber… I have no words.)
On the child-free front, I’m happy to report I’m loving every minute. I’ve talked to Kendall a few times and he sounds like he’s having an absolute blast. My mom is keeping up with him just fine and keeping him occupied with awesome activities like playing in the mud and with ranch tractor parts. Kendall is so thrilled to get “dirty” every time he visits her. I’m a totally lame-o mom who does not encourage active play in mounds of dirt, so I guess that explains his simple joy over finally being allowed to do so.
Okay… off to finish that blanket. I’ll come back and post a picture when I’m finished.
Kendall is 2.5 and I’m 31 weeks pregnant today