Busy busy busy

I'm currently trying to print up hangtags for some burpcloths that I'll be selling in a little boutique starting tomorrow. That sentence is so surreal. I started teaching myself to sew right around the time I had the baby. While I was pregnant I was struck by the shortage of cute baby boy clothes out there. So I started to sew. Our roomie/niece taught me how to sew in her brief stint with us. I instantly fell in love with it. None of that pesky counting like in knitting. Oh no! I can fly by the seat of my pants when sewing. Which is good because, well, that's how I roll.

*Side note: I just figured out how to make the front and back of the hangtag print on opposite sides, going in the right direction, in a way the cuts will line up. I'm kind of amazed at myself right now.

A couple of weeks ago a mama friend of mine had us over for a playdate (where we unwittingly unleashed RSV on her house, oy) and we talked crafts. She is renting some artist space at a local crafty/arty boutique place and she is letting sublet some of that space. So now all of a sudden I have a deadline! I need deadlines! I'm one of those people that cleans house when company is coming over. Motivation!

So I've been furiously sewing and ironing and trying to figure out presentation (husband to the rescue!) and prices and all that. I've also been working on my etsy shop because, oh yeah! I put the link on my hangtags! See? Motivation!

Okay, I've been neglecting my baby long enough. He is fed up with daddy.

Sunny January Saturday

Well, I'm hoping that posting in here will be more than a once a month thing. Funny how life has a way of staying too too busy. As it is I have a wheezy (again) baby reaching for me so this will be short.

I have a working sewing room that doubles as the baby's room. Not for sleeping, mind you, but for all of his clothes and diapers. Right now I'm working on some burp cloths to give to my cousin when her baby arrives. I'm also trying to get enough together to sell via a friend that has rented some local artisan space. Those and my baby cubes are it for now. I'm also working on some napkins that I am giving for :ahem: Christmas. Thankfully she is patient. Hah!

Last weekend I had the generous couple behind Dirtiest Kid in the World come over to advise me on gardening. I think I'm going to do a leaf design bed with the path down the middle with smaller ones shooting off of it. I'm collecting newspaper to start prepping my beds using the lasagna method, which they talk about. Bet you can guess what the big new homeschool project is around here!

Okay, grabby baby is now getting whiny. Ciao!

planting

We hit out favorite Farmer's Market this morning, and the weather couldn't have been more perfect. We bought red onions and cucumbers as always. The mustard greens from last week were such a hit that I bought the last three bunches. We also branched out with radishes, parsnips, and a tatume squash. We've been planning to make some big batches of soup, so these seemed perfect. I also splurged and tried some Basilberry jam that looked like the perfect combo for the bread I've been baking.

Over the past week, as I've been plotting out time to try to sew some diapers, make the aforementioned soups, and attempt naan, it struck me. I'm a hippy. Or I am some city-dwelling version of my mother from when we were little. I'm dreaming of gardens and preserving my own food. I want to make some peace flags to hang across the front porch. I'm veering to the point of no return and I love it.

We had lunch with the husband, and his sister and mom. On the way home I had to fill some prescriptions for the wheezy baby and buy some dirt. I bought 120 pounds of dirt and I just used half of it. Since the yard is not garden-ready, I'm starting small. I have a large pot with swiss chard and butter and romaine lettuce. Another pot with banana peppers, garlic chives, and mexican oregano. Rounding it out, I got a little bitty bay tree. I'm very excited. I hope I don't kill them.