In the armpit of chaos

That is where I dwell these days.

Lately I wear this there.

This photo was taken while bouncing a baby

(see carrier strap).

This is what I do.

I am a perpetual motion machine.

Today this chunky cowl serves to keep out the winter chill.

On other days it serves as a textured neck brace.

Surely with three kids under 4.5 I should have expected

to be whipping my head to-and-fro.

Lately more so.



Silent Auction Frocks

We are in a flurry trying to gather auction items

to raise money for our little preschool.

I have tossed out some paintings but I also

(madly)

committed to making 3 dresses to auction off

Dress #1

(front)

(back)

This is a size too big for Pu.

Dress #2

Silver velvet with a corduroy sash.

Again, too big for Pu, but you get the idea...

Dress #3

And then, just because I couldn't

let all the velvet leave the house.

One for Nu.

Getting them both to stand still for a shot???

Haaaaaaa!!!

Check out the camo- socks and the bed head

on the short one.

She is one second away from wrestling the dog,

again.

A Cheater Quilt

I'm a little in love with purple these days.

I have always been in love with velvet.

 The sweetie and I have moved into another room for post kid-bedtime

movie watching.

And, we have been battling over the lone blanket.

Velvet to the rescue.

These photos don't really tell the tale.

What with grey skies and a strap on baby-

my photography skills have surrendered to the ether.

One side is purple velvet and a few squares quilted,

the reverse side is blue velvet.

Who dares to speak against the velvet???!!

Sweet Purple Hooker

I lost my favorite scarf.

It plagues me so.

In the meantime, I am carrying my wee babe

in a bizarre assortment of contraptions.

Each one far more elaborate than the last.

Each one requiring some sort of new-fangled way to get dressed.

This sweet aubergine scarf/shawl

has got me covered.

No matter what I've got on underneath.

It also keeps my little one under wraps.

Oh, and it matches my new hair :)

Night Night, Sleep Tight

I totally confess to being unwell.

Predominantly in the head.

In particular, an unbridled, and unchecked love for

stuffed animals.

It started when I was young and impressionable.

I remember laboriously tucking each one in at night.

Eventually, telling each stuffed animal good night became so taxing,

that I began a blanket good night policy.

No favorites allowed.

Democracy. Justice & equality for all!

Exhausting-the politics of stuffed animals!!!

I also remember barely being able to move in my bed:

Fraught that someone stuffed would get squished or fall out before dawn.

Only to wake in the morning with half the legions

cast upon the shag below.

Solution:

The sleep sack for stuffed folk.

My 4.5 year old is very into tucking.

Also, a little OCD about everything in its place.

A little like her mom :)



Mug Rug

Now I get it.

I've been a little confused by the showcasing of

'mug rugs" in the crafting blogland.

Is it a coaster? Is it a rug?

What's the point?

Then, in the making of something big

 I found myself with some little

off cuts.

I'm also super out of practice with my

quilting moves,

(which incidentally were not very good to begin with)

So, thaaaats the point.
Practice quilting and stash busting on something little.

The back side.

Good material, no quilting.

You can't tell by these snaps,

but the colours are deep and gorgeous purple.

With some drunken crazy quilting.

And thus,

the mug rug.