sew.

Pregnancy is the perfect time to be overambitious.  Wouldn't you agree?  The decision came to me to recover the rocking chair/glider my father in law so generously got for Nick and I.  Baby soft flannel was calling my name. Who am I not to answer it's call?  Generally I am not the world's best seamstress.

You all remember the whale... right?

Consequently and on a rabbit trail- this is the whale I found on etsy.  Mine isn't looking so bad now is it?  Is it?  This whale might be slightly more well put together than mine.  By a thin margin.  I'll be honest.  Molly wouldn't even eat the whale toy when I threw it to her.  That's how bad it is.



Okay, alright, I realized this task had to be delegated.  My sweet and generously gifted friend, Angel, took pity on me and offered to help sew slip covers for the pillows.  Help.  That means she did it.  All.  I just financed the venture.  The staple gun, however, was wielded by Nick's capable hands while I gave him advice.

The fabric looks great with my bumper.  That's what she said.