Yes we can …

We must do something. More and more, for me that means calling my members of congress and leaving messages with their phone answering staff. Today my plea was simple: please support legislation banning assault weapons.

Then I stitched a bit of cloth for Mo’s project I dream of a world where love is the answer (to which there is now a link in the right sidebar). Words given to me by Marti in a recent comment …
si se puede

 

An echo of a more hopeful time.
We owe at least that much to the next generation. Which leads me to happier thoughts. I made a couple of baby bandannas for P using 12″ squares of flannel folded diagonally in half, stitched up the sides, turned right side out, then Velcro-ed back and front …

 

using this new (to me), lighter weight Velcro …

 

with delightful results …

 

And here, as promised, is the final result of the collaborative effort Don and I undertook for the nursery (not including the mobile, which my daughter found on Etsy) …

 

If only life could be this simple …

 

Project-ing

I’ve been re-working the flowers from the baby quilt debacle, adding thrifted ballet pink linen and trimmings from my mom’s 40th anniversary linen dress …

 

 

with the aim of collaborating on a project Don has underway …

 

The end product, requested by Meg, is destined to be hung over Parker’s crib …

 

We’ll keep you posted on progress. Not that I expect to get much done over the next few days as our younger daughter Meliss (seen here with our St Louis grands), is heading our way tomorrow …

 

to meet her new niece …

 

and go swimming with her nephew …

 

Just in case there’s a bit of free time, I’m bringing along the placket cloth which has progressed …

 

And while I was hoping to follow directions in Jody Alexander’s book The Boro Aesthetic to create a bag …

 

I’m chronically incapable of following “recipes,” so I started folding …

 

and folding …

 

and folding …

 

Hmmmm, interesting …

 

Or not. I’m never quite sure how things will turn out until I get there.

 

Waiting

The question every mother at 37 weeks and holding asks: “Are we there yet?”

I did manage to eke a pillow out of my unsuccessful crib quilt adventure …

It too is now waiting for the arrival of G’s baby sister …

Soon, but never soon enough.