• Bad Mom,  Bug,  shopping

    Where all my money goes…

    Whatcha been up to SAJ, you ask? Well….I went to IKEA today and bought Baby Bug a little wooden table with two matching chairs. I’ve been hankering to buy her something like this since before she was born. I used to sit around with my pregnant belly and day dream about a little girl playing with her tea set or coloring on a little table with two chairs… Silly silly pregnant lady that I was. I had so much free time.

    However, I thought tables and chairs (the wooden kind) would cost me an arm and a leg. At least over a hundred dollars. I thought I would have to save up or find an old broken down colored-on one at a garage sale and paint it. I had no idea that you can buy these things for $20 at IKEA! New and clean for $19.99! IKEA rocks my poor broke pocket book.

    First it was the clean simple white high chair for under twenty bucks and now this nifty table! This is great since I’m in debt all the time these days. All my money goes on toys and clothes and silly stuff for my kid!! I never even buy myself clothes any more.

    I remember thinking that when I became a mom I wouldn’t let myself turn into a frump but I was so wrong. I hate shopping for myself now. I want to. I’d love to have some nice new trendy things. But shopping with a kid for clothes is horrible! Have you ever tried on clothes with a very curious toddler in a changing room full of dust bunnies and walls that can be crawled under? It’s just way more headache than it’s worth. I think if I want to have new clothes and be stylish, I’m going to have to break out the sewing machine and invent my own creations out of old t-shirts and my box of vintage fabric. I just can’t shop any more. At least not right now. You can only let your kid eat cheerios off the floor so many times before you start to feel like you must be the most horrible mother in the world.

    But I sure can shop for baby stuff. Toys! Clothes! I live to see Baby Bug get excited about new things. My money just flies right out of my wallet like bats out of a cave at twilight.

    Baby Bug loves her new table. Unfortunately, she thinks it’s a jungle gym and not a table. She’s very excited about climbing up on the chairs right now. I know it’s going to be a problem. I’m probably going to have to hide the chairs somewhere (where, I do not know). We’ll see.

    Thankfully, I also bought some new wooden blocks when I was at IKEA (See what I mean with the flying money?) and she seems to be temporarily distracted by them. She holds them up to us one by one and grunts out these really long sentences of very earnest sounds. She’s really really really trying to tell us something that is super important to her but I don’t have a clue what it is. I just smile and nod and soak up her happiness.

    She makes being broke and frumpy not so bad.

  • artsy fartsy,  Bug,  domesticity,  shopping

    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.