Hat Hunt

Yesterday I took my baby to the doctor for her 2 month checkup.  She is now 10 pounds!
She’s still such a little thing, and yet big at the same time.  She’s certainly not a newborn anymore.
She is such a doll.  A doll in need of  a great hat.

I went hunting yesterday, but didn’t come up with much.  I think I was hoping for something pretty, or crocheted, or something along those lines.  Something with a great shape to it and not necessarily something that would hug her head.

In the end all I could find was a little beanie hat.  Bummer.  I’ll have to keep looking.  The problem is that a lot of the cute boutiques aren’t open every day.  I have to remember when they’re open and try to pop in.

Then it hit me that I could put a big flower on a beanie hat and I might be able to stand it.
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Works for now.  And just look at this sweet pose.
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It felt good to pamper her a little bit today.  A new hat, a big flower, a clip for the pacifier.
And the blanket I sewed for her.
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I think she likes it.  The only problem is that the hat seems to make her feel so warm and cozy that she’s a little sleepy.

Today she’s got stubble on her head like a 2 day old beard.  I look forward to having the prickly feeling become soft again when I touch my cheek to her head.  I know that it is silly, but somehow her haircut made her face seem lost in her head, like all I could see was the big bald part, and the hat helps me find her face again and feel like she’s still herself.

I’m working through the hilarious but not at all funny feelings from Sunday.  This morning I’m doing a little better.  I put the headband back on.  It didn’t help on Sunday night, but this morning I can handle it.
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So, while we’ll watch for a great hat for the winter, I think I see the light at the end of my emotional baby hair tunnel.  And that’s  a good thing.

Sorting

Today has been a day of emotional sorting.  Sorting through a whole bunch of unrelated things that are all related because I’m feeling all of them at once.

My son’s band teacher was killed in an accident on Saturday night.  She died trying to save the lives of 50 students.  She did it.  Did I know her?  No.  I had spoken to her, but didn’t really KNOW her.  This is my son’s first term in Junior High.  He really liked her.  And so, while I am on the edge of it all, I still feel affected by it.  And affected by the knowledge of the hundreds of people who are much more acutely affected than I am.  And I guess I just feel a heightened awareness of the fragility of life and the blessings of it.

I’ve been sorting through some of the natural disappointments of life which feel so big in the short run even if they aren’t in the end.  Sorting through the humbling reminder that God has a lot of much bigger needs out there than mine, like all the people mourning the loss of a loved teacher right now.  Teetering between feeling ashamed that I have my own small concerns to bother the Lord with and feeling grateful that he cares even though my cares might be silly.

Sorting through a pile of fears that I didn’t know I had until I became a Mom and my kids started growing up and each of them unveiled their own set of challenges.  Sorting through all the questions about how to respond, how to help, how to be sure it’s the right thing to do and not a decision made out of fear.  And wanting to be certain that my fears won’t prevent us from doing the right things.

I guess today was kind of a going through the motions day while my mind and heart was sorting, sorting.  I wish I could say that I have it all sorted now, but I don’t.  In fact, I think I’m ending the day with more new questions  and no answers.  But I’ve been reminded that it doesn’t work for me to tell God how to take care of things; he has a plan all his own and a way to take care of things and achieve much more than I can dream of.  I just have to have the courage to give him my fears and exercise faith.

I’ve learned that much of life’s sorting is done while our bodies, or hands at least, are on autopilot.  Often when I’m processing things I end up cleaning, preparing food, ironing, and so forth.  Some people go for a walk or a run.   Sometimes my husband goes skateboarding when he’s got things to think through.   Today I ended up in my sewing room.   This is what my “sorting” produced:
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A baby blanket for my little one.
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It’s made with that soft minky fabric that’s so perfect for babies.
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I bought the last of a bolt a couple of weeks ago, thinking this would be the perfect little blankie for her.
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I love the pleats.  I think it was the monotony of the pleats that made it the perfect activity for me today.
Not to mention the fact that spoiling her a little sort of eased the sorting my heart has been doing over yesterday’s haircut .  And the fact that I’d really like a big one of these for myself.

So here’s my question.  What do you do when you’re grappling with life’s questions?  What activities help you to sort through it all?  Do you have something you consistently do, or do you end up doing any of a number of things?  Just curious.

I wish… or perhaps someday

The day I decided to try my hand at what I call a “real” quilt (meaning something other than patchwork) was an important day in my life.   I’ve made many things since, and have many projects in various stages of progression.  I think that on most occasions I would even call myself a quilter.

Until I saw this quilt the other day, and wondered if perhaps I still deserve the same kind of ranking that I gave myself years ago.
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I found this at American Jane , and I love it!  It’s called Mothers and Daughters.
I love the colors, the pattern, everything.

But I’m pretty sure it’s way out of my league.
I find myself wishing that I was a REAL quilter.  And then I think that someday, just someday, I might be.

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