Yesterday I took Ginger to Jo-Ann's. She was wearing a pink shirt under pink-lined denim overalls, pink socks, pink shoes, and a pink jacket. A woman working there smiled at us and said, "Oh, what a cute baby. How old is he?" I smiled back and said, "SHE is five months old."
This happens fairly often. Is it just us, or does it happen to other people, too? It's not a huge deal, I just know that when I'm admiring a baby, the first thing I do is try to figure out if it's a boy or a girl, and if I don't know, I ask the parents. On the other hand, maybe there are more metrosexual baby boys out there who are comfortable wearing pink and are breaking the stereotypical gender-color thing.
Here's the princess in her exersaucer this week. She's all about that spinny thing with the beads in it. It makes a pretty loud noise when you spin it; Spencer was terrified of it until he was a year old.
And here's one of Spencer. He was sitting at my sewing machine, and as I took this photo he was saying, "I love this sewing machine, Mama!" Shades of Austin Scarlett, maybe?
I have been sewing my brains out this week. With Spencer out of my hair, I can get a lot of things done. I made the valances for his bedroom windows, the loooong curtains for the playroom window, and a prototype for a knitting needle case. I've had this idea for more than a year, and it was a year ago that I bought the materials and the special nylon presser foot, but I just got around to actually putting it together. It has clear vinyl pockets rather than fabric ones. After thinking about this for such a long time, I was pretty excited to get it done. And now I'll be able to offer customers a choice: coordinating fabric pockets, or clear vinyl ones. I've seen similar cases with vinyl pockets selling for $60+, which makes me wonder if maybe I'm not charging enough ; )
How much did Project Runway rock last night? Even Gary stayed up
to watch the entire show, and that man usually can't keep his eyes open
past ten p.m. (unless it's to watch Mythbusters, of course). We
were both staring at Kara and Wendy while they screamed at each other;
Gary turned to me and said, "Wouldn't it be nice if they lost and Jay
won?" And he DID! He did win! We were so happy. It seemed like the
other girls each had their own thing going: Wendy had her little
clientele for formalwear and bridal gowns, and Kara had her Hollywood
set. Jay didn't really have anything, which is, like one of the judges
said, maybe why he won. He hasn't been 'out there' in the fashion world
and been influenced like the ladies have, so what he does comes from
himself and nobody else.
Last night was the first time I didn't like Kara. I didn't like the
shoes stunt she pulled, I didn't like that she had a buddy there helping her (even if he was just doing menial tasks), and I didn't like her prima donna attitude. I
disliked Wendy even more than I had before. What's up with those people
from her hometown rooting her on? They'd been watching the show, didn't
they see what a bitch she was? Just because someone was from my neck of
the woods wouldn't mean I'd be supporting her. And her collection, with
the exception of one piece (I think we all know which dress that was)
bored me out of my mind. I loved Michael Kors' 'boobies' comment. Hee!
The sun was out yesterday for the first time in ages. It was beautiful even from indoors. There was just so much more light in the house. And the lake looked fabulous. It's frozen now, and with a crust of snow on top it looks like an endless expanse of white. I still can't believe we live near Lake Erie. When I'm driving along beside it I can't help but try to catch glimpses of it between the (gigantic, gorgeous, $500,000 and up) houses. Along the lake a few small, very old cemeteries are scattered here and there, popping up on tiny lots between the houses. How cool would it be to have a cemetery next door to your house? They're all surrounded with wrought-iron or white picket fences, and they're so picturesque. I'd rather look out my window and see headstones than the side of someone else's house. But maybe I'm just weird, or I've read too many L.M. Montgomery books.