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I left the fabric unattended for only a few minutes. I promise. Therese is very quick.





Why would she cut your fabric? Why? I am shocked!



She does not like the shirt I picked out, so she is searching for her favorite.


Her pajama shirt is purr-fect, don't you think?

 While I was taking this picture they were begging to watch Netflix. Can you see how hopeful they are that I will say 'yes'? I didn't. I am mean like that. Plus I had to write this blog post.


Gratuitous baby shot.
I found a new blog the other day and on it she had made a wish list for February. Since I can't wish away this silly month and skip right to spring, I decided it might be good to make a list of things I would like to accomplish to make this month go faster.

  • use my sewing machine to make some easy projects I have had bookmarked for months
  • finish knitting my sweater
  • make breakfast for my husband every day
  • make bread at least once a week
  • actually use the Stations of the Cross for kids I downloaded
  • make Therese's baby photo book online
I may or may not get all these things done, but at least I have a tangible list.

I already made a trip to the fabric store this weekend and purchased one yard of fabric to make skirts for the girls. I tried this easy skirt pattern.  They aren't perfect, but they are cute. I do have to mend two holes in Anna's skirt thanks to Therese.

Then I tried this cool idea to cut down on plastic wrap usage. I found the yellow fabric in the remnant bin for less than $1. The green fabric was leftover from another project a long time ago. I think my fridge is going to look so bright and cheery and I certainly need bright and cheery in February.

I also purchased some fleece from the remnant bin to make a diaper cover and some quilted fabric to make a knitting bag and needle case. I need to keep moving or this beastly month will get the better of me. The winter blah's are not fun and make for a grumpy mama.
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  1. Margaret in MinnesotaFebruary 5, 2013 at 4:07 PM

    LOVE that wild-eyed little man! Give him a cuddle for me.

    (Or, as my George would say, a "tuddle.")

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  2. Jamie JoFebruary 6, 2013 at 12:01 AM

    Oh, my goodness--that hair and eyes!!! Adorable. I totally believe that Therese got to that fabric that quick...I've got some kiddos just like that. Those skirts are adorable, even in jammie tops!

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  3. KarenFebruary 6, 2013 at 9:36 PM

    Winter blah's respond well to to-do lists. I just try to keep myself busy and not think about it. My bulbs are sending up shoots and that gives me hope. Wishing the same for you! BTW, your little guys eyes are sooo big and cute! I love the snip in the fabric...you have an anarchist in your midst!

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  4. UnknownJanuary 12, 2018 at 12:49 PM

    The next time I read a blog, I hope that it doesnt disappoint me as much as this one. I mean, I know it was my choice to read, but I actually thought youd have something interesting to say. All I hear is a bunch of whining about something that you could fix if you werent too busy looking for attention.
    the best sewing machine point

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