Get Your Craft On...

I have nursery fever. With the gender ultrasound less than a month away I am chomping at the bit to get started. I think I'm just anxious to dive into something that won't make me throw up or cause me to look like a junkie from the IVs of liquid. I'm ready to wear a mask and paint. It'll be an act of God if I don't drag the hubs in there this weekend to help me tape the lines for the stripes (yes, I'm jumping on the bandwagon and painting one wall with stripes...just be thankful I'm avoiding pink or blue.) I'm TRYING to wait for my good friend Annie to get her booty over here and help me accidentally spill green paint on the carpet (the nursery carpet doesn't match and I'm secretly praying we'll somehow afford new before the little Bump arrives) as we give the room a crafty face lift...but she's busy and I'm impatient so we'll see.

The Craft Show is in Town!! The Craft Show is in Town!!

I swear Arts and Craft shows are like carnivals for grown chicks. My sister and I went to An Affair of the Heart this weekend. While the gajillions of people were a bit overwhelming and walking in flat, no sole shoes on a concrete floor was a hip killer, we did come away with lots of fun ideas and a few treasures. 

I am super excited I've already put in a request with my Mother to attend another show later this Fall (Lord help our credit card once I actually know what this kid IS!). I've gotta be the lamest 30 year old on Earth. It took all I had not to buy headbands "just in case". Luckily my sister maintained a level head reminding me I could buy it ALLLLLL later. 

I've been working on decoupaging the alphabet for the wall. I don't know which is more fun...picking out the paper, gluing numerous bits and pieces to myself (and to other pieces of paper, my leg and the carpet), or imagining what it will look like once it's all put together. I do that quite often lately. Imagine. I think that's what got me started with the Bump Blankie. My grandma makes quilts for each and every baby born in our family. Those blankets are like a bit of Grandma sunshine sitting in my living room...I want my little bug to have that too...only Mama style. Hence: the bump blankie.

A glimpse of the bump blankie

 

Alright...my tummy has had me up since 5am. We. Are. Starving. and this is waiting for me...

Happy Sunday!