I have this great daily desk calendar that I keep on my kitchen counter (compliments of my mother), and on each day is a picture of Ireland and a wonderful Irish saying. Below is a picture of the page from yesterday, Baby B's due date:
And speaking of stitching, I'm just going to brag JUST a little... way back in the fall, I decided that I needed a project on which I could focus all my energy. I decided to make a quilt! Now hear this: I had never once attempted quilting before in my life. But I'm no stranger to sewing (with a machine, that is). So I ventured out to our totally ghetto Jo-Ann Fabrics and picked out some uber-cool fabric: all very colorful, and many of which featured some of my favorite things (clovers/Ireland, compasses/maps, rainbows, cupcakes, cooking/baking, recycling/Earth, and of course, MONSTERS). And even though I don't currently own a sewing machine, I thought 'How hard could it be to sew a baby quilt by hand?'
HOW HARD COULD IT BE?
Well, here I am, four months later, a day past my due date, and I've finally finished my quilt! This was a true labor of love. I've drawn blood with those $%^& pins and needles countless times - literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into this quilt. It's taken hours upon hours of cutting, pressing, pinning, stitching, and re-stitching, but I'm done. And I have to say that I'm majorly proud of this quilt. Maybe Baby B can arrive now! And for the record, I'm looking for a sewing machine, if anyone is looking to get rid of one... :)