When Domesticity is Dangerous
I spent lots of time sewing this weekend. Sewing here at my house is always a little crazy. I sort of have to just spread out right in the middle of things, so the kids are always weaving in and out of all my scraps and threads and chords while they play. So at one point, I looked down at my feet and there was my baby, just playing with his dump truck right under my ironing board. It reminded me of this and I started to chuckle. Oh, and then I rescued him.
Anyway, remember these? I finally made some for myself! That’s right. Selfish sewing. And I’m really happy with the result. (I used the scraps from a vintage apron for the bottom, just to give it a little color.) Now, for a less selfish act: time to go and make something to fill them…and our bellies.
This made me laugh! My ironing board has been out non-stop lately with all the sewing. If Jonah’s on the loose I’m constantly checking to make sure I turned off the iron and then moved it to a more secure place than the top of the ironing board. Or I’m constantly telling the other kids “watch the iron!”
Yay for selfish sewing! And I love my bread bags you made me!
I’m all about the selfish sewing these days…I started on the lounge pants yesterday afternoon and went on to a nap promptly thereafter. And suddenly, my sanity returned! The sarong (or two?) is next…