The babysitter's got the kids at the library this morning and I am work, work, working! I am in no way thinking about redecorating Phoebe's nursery to a big girl room (which wouldn't eveb happen for a year or even longer) and I am definitely not searching ebay for Heidi stuff for inspiration. Nope, not me.
What a boring weekend. Working on taxes, feeling broke, wondering what happened to Spring.
At least we're spot-free. We had a very hot, clingy baby last week due to a case of roseola. She's all better now. Barely spotted and back to her favorite activities, jumping off of stuff onto other stuff. I miss the hugging.
Today I'm thinking about bunnies and realizing that I'm out of time to get something together for Easter crafting. Although I do have this vision in my head of jellybean colored dolls in a basket. It is the absolutely last thing I have time for, which means it'll be the only thing I'll want to work on. We'll see.
The weekend wasn't a total wash however. We won the non-monitored Netflix queue lottery on Friday and ended up with High School Musical 1 and 2. I'd put them on the list thinking Phoebe might get a kick of them, being our little dancing baby, and also I love all things teenage and musical so what the heck. Phoebe, of course, wasn't the least bit interested but Oscar and I were riveted. I'm now running on a loop of hodgepodged hsm songs and thinking I just might need to find a picture of Zac Efron to tape up in my locker.
I'm bummed, I have three new Folksters dolls ready to show and tell today. Unfortunately the clouds have other ideas, so maybe tomorrow. For today it's back to the task at hand, studying craft books and trying to decide what makes the great ones great. Right now I'm wondering how to hit the perfect balance between written instructions and drawn diagrams. I am definitely a diagram person but I know there are a lot of people out there who would rather read it than see it. Is that a left/right brain thing? I need to investigate this more. Tangent, here I come...
I laugh when people say they're envious of my thrifting luck. Here in the suburbs of Chicago the thrifting is sparse and crappy. You have to cast a wide net (garage sales, church sales, kids clothing/toy sales, thrift stores) and really dig. And dig some more. Dig until the child or spouse or unlucky friend you dragged with you is dying of boredom and desperate to be free. The only saving grace is that out here in burbage lots of what I think is cute the other moms think is crap so while they're battling it out over gymboree and gap I can sneak in and grab the garanimals. After exhausting 3 clothing/toy sales this weekend and a library book sale I made away with a few things.
a few books
this one, Wolfie by Janet Chenery, is a really cute story
some more betsy books for our collection
a few dresses for Phoebe. the red one is far too frilly but I couldn't resist that embroidered collar.
I'll have to snap a pic of Oscar in that garanimals shirt later today, it's pretty cute.