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Getting it done, part 19

Summer.

Spending lots of time with the munchkins.

Super slow progress on the creating.  But yes, progress.

My plans to get all the things done last week in my few precious hours of alone time at the house were met with small obstacles....some overcome, some thwarted.

I successfully embroidered Miss Middle's name on her new lunchbox.

I also finished making her a sweet little dress, using up a piece of double gauze leftover from making the "baby" swaddle blankets before he was born.  Again, thanks to my sister for the assist with button holes, since my machine won't do them.

And today I finished up a nap mat for the "baby," since he will be heading to day care in the fall.  For both the dress and the nap mat, I was able to use fabrics (and notions!) that have been in my stash.  It doesn't stop feeling satisfying to use up things that have been sitting around waiting to be used.  For the dress, of course, it was the leftover gauze, combined with some of the same sweet white (tiny polka dots, white on white) that I used on the top of Peanut's elephant dress, and leftover bias tape for the ribbons, and three (almost matching) buttons from the giant button collection.  For the nap mat, it was an old, ripped sheet (formerly used to cover one of the yellow chairs!), a piece of fleece bought long ago for a sewing club project that didn't come to fruition, and a piece of flannel bought with the intention of making something for the "baby" way back when.  That fabric never stopped being designated as "for the "baby"" -- it just took a really long time to know exactly which project it should be used for.



I did a tiny repair on Miss Middle's day care nap mat -- not that she uses it anymore.

I did not embroider a pair of bloomers for my niece -- she needs a size I don't have "in stock" at the moment.

I did not make a baby gift for a friend -- I'm waiting for a friend to pass along an old dress shirt for a more personal touch.

I did not get ahead on the wedding gift for November, even though that is on my list.

I did make the extra piping for grey chair number two -- but sweet hubby hasn't offered to staple any more, and I don't want to push his back too far (it is super awkward angles to use the stapler).  So grey chair number two is still in limbo....but when it is finished, I'll be starting in on the loveseat!  At least, that's the plan.  And we all know that sometimes, plans have to change.


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