Sniffle

In the interest of furthering my grand plans to sew something that might pass as a quilt for Nico in under 17 days, this weekend I took it upon myself to reduce the chosen clothing articles, those very special pieces that could only ever be Nico's and Nico's alone, to 5 inch by 5 inch swatches for the quilt.

I then arranged them on our dining room table.  Then I re-arranged them for a bit, wondering at the sheer number of monkeys.

I welled up a couple of times for all the obvious reasons.

I started to sew...

...annnnd my bobbin popped out. Fixed the bobbin (with the help of my pit crew) and then the bobbin thread refused to come up. Promptly declared that I would NEVER be able to finish the quilt and that I'd cut up our babies clothes for NOTHING. Rob then reminded me that we are not The Divine Sarah and needn't rent our clothes or bathe in ashes over a problem easily fixed by tooling around on Google for a few minutes.

Then I pouted for a while.  Stupid sense-making husband with the SENSE and the MAKING.

Then we had dinner.

This is going to be so. much. fun!!