This is Lola after putting brown eye shadow under her eyes.
She discovers it does not have the desired affect.
My video of her reapplying the makeup correctly wouldn't upload. Sorry, it was cute too.
And I just love a christmas-y mantel.
When I was in the nauseous stages of pregnancy with Claire, and Riley was about 11 months old, Nathan was traveling to LA so regularly for work that I fell into depression. I couldn't stand the weeks he was gone, and my very fussy baby and I cried in the kitchen floor while I was sick, tired, and growing another baby.
One week when he was leaving again, I decided I would rather sit in a hotel room all day and at least see my husband in the evenings, so I joined him in LA with Riley.
We would stroller around the hotel and visit the workout room as long as she would sit still in a stroller and watch me ride the stationary bike (like 12 minutes).
I was too scared to drive around in LA. So, in order to keep busy I brought some fabric that I had purchased with my very own "little budget" money, from my report typing days. The "little budget" paid for all my crafty ideas.
I had no sewing machine and I drew up a stocking shape pattern on some hotel paper.
While Riley crawled and pulled up all over the hotel room, I sat and stitched 4 stockings. It took me the whole week, but I was so energized. I remember all my excited thoughts of Christmas with children and it made all the tedious work so fun. I thought of the chubby hands that would hold these stockings. I remember stitching and crying with joy (oh, the hormones), stitching and praying for my babies, stitching and sighing through waves of nausea. What a time...
They aren't the best quality stockings, and I don't want my mother-in-law to look too closely at them. :) But every stitch was done with so much expectancy and hope and joy. I'm so fond of them.
I considered making new ones this year because I found this incredible linen with gold strands through it. But I think I'll have to make something different out of that. These old ones are just too precious.
2 comments:
Oh boy, now you have to keep them forever. Too, too sweet.
that is special. I bought mine at a coffee shop with money from the Dave Ramsey wallet and Tyler was pissed. I like your story better. it's sad, but sweet. and happy now because those chubby finger babies are so precious.
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