the pink continues…

Today was a very productive day. I recovered my couch. It sounds way more impressive than it is because all I did was buy a humungous piece of muslin, drape it over the back and sides of the couch and then make quick pillow case slip covers for each cushion. It works. That’s all I care.

The couch was getting pretty nasty. We don’t have a dining room or kitchen table so we eat on the couch in front of the television every night and that makes for, well…. the occasional mishap and a very dirty couch. With the prospect of a party coming up, I wanted the crusty old couch to look nice.

I’m super proud of myself for pulling this off because I didn’t think I could do it. I’ve made this makeshift cover for the couch twice before but that was before the baby. The last time I tackled a sewing project, Baby Bug was significantly less active and into everything.

I was quite surprised that I was able to sew this up while she played with her toys and tried to pry the heater vent door open. That’s her latest obsession/no-no zone these days. We have one of those old fashioned vertical wall heaters with a trap door at the bottom that you open to light the pilot light. The old door has a habit of falling open all by itself. This is very fascinating for babies. We’ve taped it up with grip tape but Baby Bug is obsessed with peeling the tape back with her little fingernails and watching the door bang open. So far she hasn’t hurt herself but it’s driving me crazy trying to keep her away from it. If I put something in front of it to block her prying fingers, then the pilot light goes out so we just have to keep saying “no, no” and distract her by moving her to a different part of the room. At least that’s my stop gap fix until I cajole my Dad into fixing it with some kind of clasp next time he visits.

Anyway! Enough about heater vents. I wanted to tell you about my trip to the fabric store and my purchase of some pink kitty polar fleece. I know! How could I not buy it!!! I had no idea what to make with it but I bought it anyway, along with a stuffed pink kitty toy that I gave to Baby Bug to keep her quiet while I shopped. This is why I’m not allowed to go shopping very much. There are things out there I didn’t know about that I must buy. It is better that I never venture out. It’s much easier to stay on a budget that way.

I bought a yard and a half and when I got home I recovered a pillow with it. I know Toby won’t let me leave it out in the living room for very long but I told him it’s for Baby Bug and he seemed okay with it. I think it’s cute. At least it can stay out there until the party.

Guess what else I found while I was out and about?

Yes! A pink tutu! It was in the “make-your-own-stuffed-animal” section. You know, like Build-a-Bear but for the crafty Becky Home-decky types. It’s little and supposed to go on a stuffed bear but it fits Baby Bug perfectly. I might cut it shorter and sew on some red rick rack… or I might just leave it the way it is.

It’s so cute! I just put it over her play clothes and ta-dah: Instant Princess! I can’t believe the cuteness. I’m so going to enroll Baby Bug in ballet lessons as soon as she’s old enough. I never got to take ballet or gymnastics when I was little and if I’m not careful I’m going to turn into one of those moms who forces her daughter to do everything she never got to do.

Baby Bug was not as enamored with the tutu as I am. She was way more into the tag. When I took the tag away, she pulled and tugged at the tulle as if to say, “get this itchy stuff off me.” I tried to tell her how cute she looked, “like a big flower,” but she didn’t seem very convinced. Oh well, at least it’s fun for pictures.

You do what you love…

My house is a complete disaster and I’m decorating boxes. Well, I was decorating boxes. Now I’m blogging about my decorated boxes. But my point is, you do what you love. Everybody always asks me how do what I do and that’s my answer. I do what I love. I make time for the things I want to make time for. The rest goes down the toilet.

I’m terrible at cleaning my bathroom. I have some emails in my inbox that have been there for months. I haven’t changed the sheets on my bed in I don’t know how long. The cat box needs changing. There is a collection of hair on my bathroom floor that needs sweeping up. I’m in the middle of trying to hire a babysitter and my file is so unorganized I’m never going to find anybody. I need to go the dry cleaners to get about half a year’s worth of clothes cleaned…Everywhere I look there are things I need to do. It could drive a person crazy.

Or… you can just lower your standards and color boxes. Because if I didn’t color the boxes and I cleaned the bathroom instead, then the boxes would never get sent and the nieces would never get their presents and their mom’s would never get the decorated boxes and say, “Wow, we really love our Aunt Brenda because she takes the time to do the little things…” or something like that. Maybe they’re really thinking, “Brenda, she’s such a show off. Why does she have to draw on everything?.” I don’t know what they think. But I personally would like a box with pictures on it so that’s what I’m going to do. It makes me happy.

And I’m going to take pictures of them and document them on my blog because I have nothing else of news going on today. The baby and I are still living in the land of snot but the fever is gone and we both are feeling much better. Also I’m documenting every little silly creative thing I do because that’s what you come here for, right? I may not be witty or cuss a lot but I do have pictures of silly drawings!

This wasn’t supposed to be an ad for Sharpie… sorry about that. I do love Sharpies, but they aren’t paying me to post pictures of their pens. The pens just happened to be photogenic, I thought.