I really don't hate to sew, I just have no clue what I'm doing, so I get frustrated and it takes me ALL DAY to make a few things. Plus, I'm indecisive to a fault, so I ponder over fabric combinations for way too long. As if it really matters in the end. Oh well. The room is coming along and may be ready for a baby after all. I said may be ready.
The whole point of this post was to show you, yet again, how unaffected The Cat is by my ability to trash a room with my projects, in no time flat. Also, you get a tiny sneak peak of the room. Tiny. And no, the pink ribbon is not some sort of surprise gender announcement. It just happened to be in the box.
He was clearly annoyed by my presence.
Do you ever find pictures on your camera that you KNOW you didn't take?
I think some little kids were trying to document my progress.
There's The Cat again.
It is now almost 11:00 pm.
I've been sitting on the floor nearly all day, which is probably THE most uncomfortable place to be when you're this pregnant.
The Mom is ready for bed.
Back at it tomorrow.