Productivity. Yay!

Leggings

Mmmmmmmmitties.

Booties

Beanies

So...super busy and loving it! I've been busting out the product lately. I only have 1 month left before the 1st craft sale of the season and I need to make as much as I can, as I do want to list some things on my Etsy site prior to 2010!

I have been pumping out the newborn mitties, beanies, and booties. Working on some fantastic leggings for the girlies and, of course, onesies for all ages. Once I'm done with the baby clothes, I still have many, many, many baby mobiles and toy straps and paintings and wall hangings to get done. Yikes.

Whew. Still much to do and a ginormous pile of blank babe clothes to work through. So, to it I go while wee man snoozes and the "big man" cleans up the garage.

My kinda season.

Today is another rainy day...I love rainy days. Always have. And, I love fall. It is definitely my season. I enjoy the feeling it gives me. I always loved university and fall still reminds me of getting "back-at-it". Of course, I revel in the sound of the leaves crunching under my feet as we stroll along the lovely walking paths in my -new- area.

Nowelly bug and I had the 1st class of our second round of swimming lessons, and what a proper day for that!

I have had a lovely date with my MacBook, a cup of tea and my recliner, during wee man's snoozing hours, keeping busy designing TONS of baby clothes (hats, booties, onesies, mitties and leggings).

I have some custom orders that I plan to attack this week as well. A painting of a "money tree" for a friend from back home and a pair of baby shirts for a set of delightful twins.

A Refreshing Jaunt.

A couple evenings ago I thought I would run out to pick up some more canvases and paint after wee man had hit the hay. Much easier without babe in tow and the traffic was less annoyingly congested at a later hour. Sadly, it was the first time I had been outside after dark for some time. Pretty tough when Nowell goes to bed around 8 p.m. and we're bound to the house.

I forgot how it felt to feel the energy that fills the night air. It was a lovely summer's evening (although it is, technically, fall). I rolled down all the windows and soaked it up. It felt amazing.

So, with a car full of blank canvases and feeling refreshed, I returned home. I have been busy filling said canvases with color for the past few days and loving every minute of it!

I feel at peace in this new house. I really do. It fits.

Settling in.

Well, the move is over and the settling in begins. I have an overwhelming urge to get everything unpacked immediately so that I can focus on my creations.

I need to get my butt to work to ready for the 1st craft sale of the season at the end of October.

So much to do.

Needles. Snoozes. Cinnamon.

My home has the lovely aroma of fall at the moment thanks to the boiling mixture of raisins, cinnamon and nutmeg on the stovetop. My wee man, Nowell, had a birthday, a 1st birthday, a very important birthday. And we have been so busy readying for the move that there isn't much time for a full-fledged fete, let alone a clutter-free space in which to host it.

But, I wish to make him a cake and said cake WILL be egg- and sugar-free. Much to Daddy's disapproval, but he will have his own cake to eat, as his b-day is in the mix, too.

Along with the more enjoyable events a 1 year birthday brings, also comes the immunizations. I am a'bakin' because wee man is sleeping away his stresses and aches and has been for almost 2 1/2 hours now. Ever since we returned from the clinic where, not only did he receive 3 needles successively, but while passing through the door in my mad scramble to get him outta there, I ran his wee (and very newly sore) arm into the file basket thingy hanging on the door. Great work Momma. Really.

All said, he was a pretty brave man. He didn't even cry or flinch for the 1st needle, but once number 2 hit, it was go time. He is extremely patient (which I attribute to his Dad) and he will put up with quite a lot before he reaches his breaking point. But we all have a breaking point.

Now, I sit back with my black cuppa jo and soak up the warm, homey smell. And if I close my eyes just long enough to avoid the sight of boxes and bare walls that tell me my life is in upheaval, I can actually feel warm and fuzzy....and at home.

Wee Man sleeps, packing ensues.

Well, so far it's been one of those mornings. You know the ones, where you have to reheat your coffee twice and eventually just dump it down the sink. So much going on, but also so much getting done. Met the delivery guys at the new house with the appliances and I've been busy packing since wee man went down for his first snoozer. I can't wait to get this move over. Tuesday is D-Day. Hard to believe that this time next week I'll be sitting in the living room of yet another house tip-tapping away on my Mac while wee man sleeps.

And, speaking of packing....I was down in the basement the other day packing and came across a "huge" spider in the corner of the bedroom (FYI: any spider is "huge" in my eyes, I am terrified of the little buggers). So, I have waited a couple days before heading back down to finish up. Well, he left his web. Where the hell did he go? Why would he move? Where is he? Oh, man. I'll try to forget that he is roaming free and could be lurking around any corner. As I was vacuuming up, I came across (what I will guess is THE spider) out in the middle of the floor of the main room curled all into himself just sitting there. So I shudder and give a quick blow of air his way anticipating that he will scurry all creepy-like in my direction and I would have to determine how I would do him in without coming within 2 feet of him. He did not. He was dead. He had made his way out in search of food in a last desperate attempt at survival and did not succeed. He had given up and curled his little creepo legs into his body and died. I felt sad. What is that about? I am so terrified of him and was ready to plan his demise if he was, in fact, alive. But he was already dead and then I feel bad. Poor wee creepy guy.

Then I sucked him up with the Shopvac.

My love. My life. My everything.

Fresh + excited

My first post. My beginning. The first page.

I find that I get excited about something new, whether a new craft I've happened upon or a new project or, most recently, a new reason to design. I then find that I get so excited about it that it seemingly takes over my mind. I can't sleep at night because I am thinking about all the things I can't wait to do and the lack of time to do them right now in my life. I feel as though I am going in a million different directions at once.

Need more coffee.

This brings me to my blog. I am excited to get it designed exactly how I see it in my mind. And to post my goings on, makes me feel like whatever the goings on, it's ok, and it is just another day and moment. We will get through and....live.