Yesterday was a gorgeous, sunny autumn day so Aunty Jo, Harvey and I went for a walk into town where he got to meet 'aunty' Jodie who was teaching a class - sometimes baby smooches have to come first so class was disrupted. I think the ladies understood.
Today H donned his new jumper that was made by 'aunty' Trash.
It turns out that it's comfy enough to snooze in.....
Whilst doing some sort of random dance pose...? Or is he a budding archer? Target catalogue model?
Not much sewing around here for the last few days but I did venture out to a few PWS in the last week. We had a lovely visit with 'aunty' Mez in her shop. Since it's my go to store it seems right that it was Harvey's first. He didn't buy much but he sure got wonderful, squishy cuddles. Imagine if we all got that at our local patchwork shop... ;o)
I visited another store and enquired about their casual stitching afternoons and this is what has perplexed me because I have become one of 'those' people. At 11.07am on April the 3rd this year, I was a daughter, sister, friend and girlfriend but at 11.08am, I became a mother. I went from being someone who at times had very little patience for screechy kids and all the sticky mess that accompanies them. Don't get me wrong, I liked kids, I'd even been one once but now it's different. Now I have one of my own.
The issue that has bent my mind is that my enquiry about this casual group had me asking if I could bring my baby and the answer was a big, fat NO. I get there are reasons for it, others are trying to get away from their own kids and grandkids. I get it. But it doesn't mean it doesn't piss me off and, well, offend me.
I guess a big part of my issue is it means I can't go and play. It would be perfectly fine with me if it was a class but it's not, it's supposed to be just crafters crafting their own thing so how does a wee baby tucked under the table create a problem?
Maybe it was a shock because it's a huge contrast to the wonderful craft wenches that I meet with once a month. Lovely ladies who couldn't wait to meet my little man and literally embraced him.
Then again, maybe I needed to come to terms with the fact that now I am a mother, my world has changed dramatically and Harvey has to come first and many, many things over the next 20 years and beyond are going to be sacrificed by me, for him. I'm typing this one handed as he's not settling this evening so cuddles is the only way to have some quiet.
Righto, that's off my chest. Time for a feed and wonderful baby smells to remind me of why crafting aint really that important.
Sew well lovelies,