Sunday, October 18, 2009

Bibs during the Nor'easter

The weather folks are in a frenzy reporting on our current nor'easter and I don't think NYC is listening. It's rainy and dreary but there's not a whole lot happening out there to justify one to stock up on milk, eggs and hunker down.

In any event, we made no plans for today due to the impending storm - which has resulted in a very productive day. I got a jump on my "things to do before baby comes home" list. First task was to take stock of all items in our downstairs storage area in preparation for reorganizing to make room for necessary baby-gear. This was done with husband in tow in case any creepy crawlers decided to set up shop in my boxes. (upon moving in last year, I threw a ton of bags of fabric & sewing supplies down there which haven't been touched since)

I was very impressed to find out that not one bag was damp or infested. I saw one spider which was no big deal. Not really sure what I was expecting, but you think a dark little storage space running under the stairs has potential for a plethora of nastiness.

Hauling all these bags of fabric upstairs had my brain on overdrive, with at least a handful of new designs in mind before reaching the top of the stairs. The first being bibs. What a perfect way to utilize so many remnants.

And what better way to spend a rainy day? All those PAPs out there know that any little thing you do that makes you feel more connected to bringing your child/ren home, is a fabulous use of time.

Take a peek...(the insets are a shot of the reverse side; strap is elastic lace)


The Business Baby: men's pinstripe suiting with a black lace smile


The Dinner Party Baby

Punk Rock Baby: pleather snakeskin with "Niko"

2 comments:

  1. Haha, I love these! I can totally relate to doing little things that make you feel closer to bringing your child/ren home! I spent the weekend knitting a teddy bear :-)

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  2. These are awesome! I need a couple of ounces of your creativity. Oh, and the cheerio story... yeah, that's the story of my life. Wouldn't trade it for anything.

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