Today was a BEAUTIFUL day. It was about 80 degrees most of the day, and I loved it. We had all the windows open, and even when the house reached about 78 degrees I still thought it felt amazing. I’ve missed the warm weather.
While the windows were open this morning I snapped this picture of my cat. She’s huge. Sweet as can be, but huge. That’s a dog bed she’s laying in. She’s on a diet, I swear.
Anyway, enough about my toad of a cat. I’d hate for her to read this and have her feelings hurt.
Hubby and I took Bubbie and the dog for a walk this evening, and they walked me home in time to catch a webinar and spend some time in my craft room while they went on to the park up the street. I am so grateful for that. While I was at the store this morning Bubbie and I found some Sesame Street flannel fabric that he fell in love with. It was a few feet from the satin blanket edging, and I thought, “hey, I’m going to ask Google how to make a blanket!!” So I did.
While I was sewing, I had my laptop sitting next to me with a tutorial on blanket edging pulled up (and rocking out to some old school Dave Matthews Band and Counting Crows), and I started thinking about how much respect I have for my mother’s generation and all the generations before her who didn’t have the same DIY and craft luxuries I have. They didn’t have Pinterest. They didn’t even have email. All I have to do is come up with a tiny blip of an idea for a project, and I can Google it, search it on Pinterest, ask my Facebook friends, Tweet about it, Blog about it, or buy my materials on Amazon.com. The simplicity of crafting today is certainly convenient, but I think we’ve lost something. We don’t have to ask our friends and family to teach us how to do something. We don’t have to spend hours searching for the perfect pattern or collecting supplies. And we do almost everything on our own. My mom has told me stories about how she and her friend Nancy would pile all the kids into the mini-van and go wander Hobby Lobby, just to think up their next project. They would share supplies and spend hours crafting together. And now I’ve got all the things I need to do everything alone. I don’t think that’s how we’re supposed to craft.
Anyway… onto my blankie. I think it turned out pretty well, considering how scared I was of the binding. It wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I certainly learned a couple tricks that I’ll do differently next time, but it turned out okay…
And this guy likes it… which is all I wanted anyway.
If you ask him what Cookie Monster says, he puts his hands to his mouth and makes the cutest little growly om-nom-nom sound you’ve every heard. I love it so much.
He’s holding it up to show Daddy.
And here he’s tucking Elmo in with him (even though it’s about 77 degrees in the house–no need for a blankie!!)
And here he’s telling us what Elmo says (which is “la la la, la la la la!!”)
It makes my heart so happy when I see how happy the little things make him. After he got a bath and put on his jammies, he asked “ba ba ba” and climbed up on the couch with his new blankie to get ready for bed. He’s such a sweetie. <3