Father's Day

Laptop sleeve

I made this laptop sleeve for my new laptop yesterday.

I was amazed, first, that my old sewing skillz were still hidden deep inside me somewhere, and second, how quick this came together. If I'd had all the things I needed at once, it easily could be done in a day. Oh, and if there weren't toddlers and husbands to distract me! Not that I'm complaining, once SSG T's leave is over, I'll be scrounging for free time!

The pattern is by Sew Spoiled, though I'm pretty sure I purchased it through Pink Chalk Fabrics.

Whatcha got?

A toddler.

Long time comin'

Finished my niece's quilt at long long long last. I hope she likes it, because there were so many times I nearly ditched this project. I started out with some fat quarters of Tina Givens Fairy Tip-toes, and at the time, loved it. I even loved it when I got each set of blocks pieced together. But then, oh then, I made some terrible choices with border colors and what not, but given that I have to order my fabric online, I had to make do with what I chose. And boy, is that a lot of pink. And not soft, baby, easy on the eyes pink, no, this is screaming in your face pink.

But, it's done. Hallelujah!

the front

the back

I'm glad I finished it, it is going to a special girl who could certainly use a special present, just for her. My niece recently broke her arm, had to have surgery to repair it, and then got pneumonia, like, the very next day! Poor girl. I just hope she can survive all that pink. Hmm, or maybe I should be more worried about how her parents handle it?

Gasp!

This, to say that I've been thinking about you a lot lately. The last couple of weeks, especially, have left me longing to find the right mixing of words to adequately convey the last 7 months of my life and each time I see the blogger tab in my bookmarks toolbar I feel a pull to find something, anything!, to write about. Not that I lack actual subjects: the baby!, the army!, my scattered brain!- all provide a cornucopia of rambling mishmash to be click-clacked out in-between feedings and during naps and while playing and giggling at the cats. Alas, the pressure to succeed and be good at writing, all coming from nobody but myself, because from what I see, nobody is exactly who reads this, must keep me from biting the bullet and just doing it. So here, a little toe dipped in the great big internet ocean as I attempt to get back on the horse, in the saddle, giddy-up cowboy give me all your money cowgirl.

It's spring and my favorite tree is everywhere here:


Fingers crossed that now I will start writing more. No breath holding though, just crossed digits.

Words fail

Wouldn't you know it, the night before SGT T comes home I get about 3 hours sleep and am therefore an emotional wreck when he arrives? I bet you didn't know I had it in me to shed such emotionally joyful tears, did you?!

We also made many bystanders cry. I guess we just have that kind of impact on people. It was pretty great, after the hour delay for his flight to get in, to see SGT T. And by "pretty great" I'm "pretty sure" I'm making the biggest understatement of all time. But really, how can you put something like this . . .

. . . into the right kind of words?

Countdown for reals

What do you wear to the airport to pick up your husband when you are one month postpartum (ie you can't fit anything but your sweats) and haven't seen him in over 7 months? We'll find out tomorrow!