As a little girl, I thought I'd grow up, have a happy little family, in a perfectly orderly home. Little did I know, kids make messes; moms have very little time for themselves, and orderly is pretty hard to achieve. I wish that everything in my home and life was in it's proper place, but I haven't achieved that level of domestic perfection yet, and I doubt I ever will.
It seems to me, even as a grown up, that some women manage to be pretty near perfect. I know it's not the truth, but it can seem that way. I decided to start a little confessional. I'm going to admit a few of my faults, and let you in on some little secrets.
1. I am learning to crochet. A couple of years ago I taught myself to knit, or at the very least, knitting basics. I've made a few things, but finally decided that it was time to learn to crochet as well.
I'm working on a hat right now (above). My stitches definitely aren't perfect, and I have a horrible time ending up with the proper number of crochets. I'll admit that because I'm a beginner.
What I'm not so happy to admit is that my skein of yarn looks like this.
I would like to say that it was my child. Heaven knows it wasn't my cat, for I don't have one. The truth is though, I'm not 100% sure that it was my child. This particular skein has been in my knitting bag for a couple of years. Confession: sometimes I have a hard time finding the tail of the yarn. Go ahead, cringe.
Confession #2: My curling iron looks like this, and has for a couple of years. Held together with two bobby pins, and coated in hair spray residue, and pastels. Yep, gross. Yes it needs to be replaced. Will it be in the near future? Don't count on it. Diapers trump curling iron.
Confession # 3: I still make post-it note grocery lists. Not a bad thing, but considering the amount of money paid for my smart phone, I should probably get used to the idea of making a digital list on my phone. One less thing to take to the store.
Confession #4: I've been a horrible blogger. When a blogger suddenly drops off the face of the earth you can jump to a few conclusions. 1-They are writing a book (not here). 2-They are moving (once again no). 3- They are sick of blogging (not so much, I just haven't found the energy). 4-They are pregnant. Ding Ding Ding.
You're probably feeling that I was just pregnant, and guess what, so am I. This little baby was a bit of a surprise, but we are excited just the same. We'd planned on waiting until after my husband got through school, but apparently this baby had other plans. The kids will be about 23 months apart. That aspect terrifies me, and the fact that we will probably end up with a mini-van.
So I apologize for the lack of tutorials and sewing projects. My energy levels have been next to nothing since mid-December. We are 14 weeks along, even though I look like I'm 5 months pregnant. My belly gets huge when I'm pregnant, and apparently my abdominal muscles aren't going to fight it this go round.
Anyone out there have kids less than 2 years apart? I'd love some advice on how to adjust.
We are planning on finding out the gender, so you can expect a fair number of projects to start popping up in around 6 weeks, until then.....I can't make any promises.
So any confessions you'd like to make? I'd love to show you my horrible craft closet, but I'm not sure I'm emotionally prepared to admit the sad shape it's in.