Tom seems to think that perhaps we should not just buy two of everything for our girls, and instead teach them to share. I think that it is a wonderful idea in theory, but the reality of the screaming I have to endure over one doll-bed/stroller/plastic bucket is a whole other story. Pick your battles, I say, and when you can get a good deal on a second item, just go for it – my eardrums can only survive so much.
Birdie has a small table and two chairs in her room. Lovely ones, I might add – the table featuring a hand-painted bird by Yours Truly. I wasn’t planning on getting Princess a set as well, but I did find a really cute rocker on our last excursion to the antiques-mall. The perfect addition to her reading corner. Except – you guessed it – Ms. Birdie managed to get herself so attached to that rocker within the space of an hour, I didn’t have the heart to tell her she couldn’t have it, especially since Princess hadn’t been told yet that it was intended for her. A trip to The Olde Factory later, and we were the proud owners of two rocking chairs.
The first one had some pretty ugly cushions on it, so I recovered them using some fabric from my stash and some zombie-fairy fabric that my mom had sent Ella for Christmas. Sophie can barely reach the floor while sitting in her new pink rocker, but I thought she should have some cushions too, so I used some fabric I had picked up at Ikea and instead of foam, stuffed it lightly with poly-fil.
And we have two happy girls as a result. (Yep, Princess got her first shiner – you should see the other guy.)
I generally do more sewing in the warmer months, and this Spring (which really has NOT been warmer, thank you very much Punxutawney Phil – you big liar) has given me two reasons to spend more time in the sewing room. Two baby girls. One is a month old and the daughter of my cousin who lives in State College, and one is yet to arrive but is already being loved by my brother-in-law’s sister and her husband. I happened to have a pretty decent stash of soft, cuddly fabric waiting to be made into baby blankets. Three blankets and one burp-cloth later, my stash is mostly diminished – a good thing, considering I justified the purchase because of a big sale and then it just sat for a year.
They were fun to make and well-received. Happiness all around.