Thanks to the Slapdash Sewist for inspiration for this post’s name.
I just added 5m of cotton flannel, 4m of wool coating, and 1m of cotton jersey yesterday on what was probably a nesting instinct-driven craze of buying for the baby. Flannel for more nappies and some receiving blankets, wool coating to sew wool fabric diaper covers, and jersey to make another set of playclothes for TLO. Now I realize I bought the least expensive flannel, which is light blue, and may cause confusion to the general public if TLO is a girl. There are three sleeping gowns and 4 diapers sitting that have been sitting unfinished on my sewing table for a week.
Two days before a metre of gender-neutral printed cotton flannel jumped out at me at the expensive fabric store: receiving blanket. Then two patterns leapt out at me, including an OOP Butterick €2 one, which is a summer maternity set. Who even knows if I’ll ever need summery maternity clothes again! The other was the dress that Gigi just sewed, BK 5313, totally impractical for breastfeeding, and not nearly formal enough to wear at the baptism. Whoops. Update: 45 minutes later, two wonky receiving blankets are folded in the under-crib drawer. Single-layer, serged edges, turned twice in the fingers and stitched without pressing. Thus there is a wee bit of stretching, but the best project is a finished project. Whoopee!
Double whoops is that I sprung for the New Year’s sale on Vogue patterns, which I have studiously avoided for two years(!), and bought eleven patterns. Then after the sale ended I saw Gigi’s magic little Butterick number, LOL.
On top of this I’m keeping an eagle eye on the postbox as I ordered 3 back issues of Ottobre in late December. Plus the new issue is to be released next week.
I think I’m going crazy on ‘house arrest’ as my pregnancy has gotten to the point where I have to rest, rest, rest or I feel awful. I stopped work mid-week last week and this started antenatal leave 10 days earlier than anticipated (to make a total of 20 days of antenatal leave). Kind of hard for my pride to swallow as I was a bike commuter who crossed Brussels every day for over a year, then… utterly incapable of crossing the street on foot without a contraction. Shocker! But buying more stuff doesn’t help!