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Getting it done, part 8

So the flu made its rounds through my whole family....Fortunately, mild cases for all. The wonders of modern medicine are appreciated greatly in my home.

I've gotten less good about putting the phone down and getting the real things done....But here are a few more tiny bits of progress:

1. Tooth fairy pillow. My oldest is five, and she is eagerly anticipating losing a tooth.  She will tell you that her tooth is "really loose, for real it is" and choose a random tooth in her mouth to try to wiggle for you -- it is not loose.  But one day, it will be, and we will be ready.


2. Baby gifts.  My current standard gift is a set of terry/flannel burp cloths.  My cousin gifted a set to me before my oldest was born.  They are so well loved that she still sleeps with them at night.  A new set was created for Miss Middle, and when he came along, the "baby" got a set of his own, too.  They all snuggle with them at night and naps, and as a baby gift -- homemade, but quick and simple, and very absorbent and soft....Useful, practical, not so time consuming in the making that it seems ridiculous to use for a few months and then be done with it....



3. More mending.  A shirt for the oldest, a hooded towel for the baby, a quilt that is showing its age and poor construction....maybe more things, maybe not, but those are what I can remember right now.

4. The deconstruction of yellow chair number 1. There are two yellow chairs that came from my grandmother's house, already well loved and showing their age.  After many years of hard use (these were my favorite chairs for nursing the babies!) they are finally getting the update they deserve.  The first chair is fully deconstructed, and I'm working on making the welting.  Next up will be cutting the fabric, sewing it back together in chair shapes, and a whole lot of stapling to get the chair back together, followed by a repeat of the exact same shapes for chair number 2.




So here's hoping that I can get back to putting the phone down and doing the next thing, even if it is just a small thing.  Small things add up, progress is progress, drops in the bucket fill up the bucket eventually. The big tasks are feeling daunting (looking at you, cutting up the upholstery fabric) and I've been going slow on making the small decisions....but it's time to just get it done.

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