Don't ask me why, but lately James has taken to sucking on his big toe. He's never sucked on his thumb, and the most he's ever taken a pacifier was for one month at 7 or 8 months old when he started teething. But toes? Crazy!
Anyway, guess what? We got James a new changing table. Out with the old...
(two shelves broken, one missing, and the top starting to go as well) and in with the new.
I really love this changing table. And even though James soon will be past the diaper wearing age, we do plan on having more kids, so this was a good investment. We found it used on KSL. Paid a little more than I had wanted to. People in Utah tend to ask too much for used things. But it was still cheaper than a brand new one and still looks practically new to me. A few scuffs/marks but nothing too noticeable. The only thing is it doesn't really match his crib,
or his rocking chair.
Oh, well. Not to mention the dresser, but I plan on getting rid of the one he has asap, and getting something a little better. Maybe if I ever get enthusiastic enough about his room looking a little more professionally interior decorated I might try to stain the crib and rocking chair to match. But...we'll see...
I know you are all just sitting at the edge of your seats wondering what I sewed this week. (Yeah, right, like I'm Miss grosgrainfabulous. Ha, I wish!) Well, I haven't sewed anything this week, I'm actually trying my hand at crocheting. My mom taught me when I was young and I've kind of been fibbing at it the last couple of years. Stephen got me this book for Christmas over a year ago called Crochet Adorned.

When I first tried it I got so frustrated that I gave up Now I'm trying it again. Starting out small. This is what I attempted to make...
and this is what I made.
I'm not sure where I went wrong, as you can see the real image has four picot fans, and mine only has three. I even counted out every individual one. Oh, well. Maybe some day I'll be so good at it I'll make something like these. If only...





Being a mommy sure has awoken all these mommy homemaker desires I never knew I had.
1 comment:
I think that your attempt looks just great. I recently tried to learn again to crochet, thanks to the patient endeavors of my aging Aunt Cris. When I try to follow a pattern, I end up with something entirely different, but I figure maybe I'll invent a new stitch.
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