Nope. I am currently listening to the milk-blurbly snores of my funny baby. He is catnapping at the boob leaving me to type this one-handed. Rather appropriate for the last day of World Breastfeeding Week.
Last week I played the birthday trump card and scored a trip to the marketplace at Costume College. While there, I picked up two more Decades of Style patterns. I've decided that so long as I still have this heavier version of me (thanks, postpartum me!), I am going to at least make some flattering, well-fitting attire for myself.
When I've been able to squeeze in a bit of time here and there, I've been working on a toile/muslin of the 1950s Gourmet Skirt. Cute, isn't it?
I crafted the toile in the largest size the pattern offered believing that, as it was smaller than my last waist measurement, it would be snug. But, no, it ended up waaaay to big. Yay? So I'm back to stage one. Last night I managed to tear the toile apart, iron out the seams, and reassemble one pocket. All hopes of stitching this morning went out the window when Brian left for archery practice leaving me alone with the babe.
Baby boy is still napping while boobing. Very cute, but rather limiting. Guess I'll go back to watching streaming episodes of I Love Lucy...
Last week I played the birthday trump card and scored a trip to the marketplace at Costume College. While there, I picked up two more Decades of Style patterns. I've decided that so long as I still have this heavier version of me (thanks, postpartum me!), I am going to at least make some flattering, well-fitting attire for myself.
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| My figure isn't nearly as waspy, but whose is? |
When I've been able to squeeze in a bit of time here and there, I've been working on a toile/muslin of the 1950s Gourmet Skirt. Cute, isn't it?
I crafted the toile in the largest size the pattern offered believing that, as it was smaller than my last waist measurement, it would be snug. But, no, it ended up waaaay to big. Yay? So I'm back to stage one. Last night I managed to tear the toile apart, iron out the seams, and reassemble one pocket. All hopes of stitching this morning went out the window when Brian left for archery practice leaving me alone with the babe.
Baby boy is still napping while boobing. Very cute, but rather limiting. Guess I'll go back to watching streaming episodes of I Love Lucy...
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