My to-do list looks almost exactly like it did months ago. It’s bumming me out. Yesterday I got annoyed and decided to knock out one line item: make cloth baby wipes. I’d made a few a while back and they’re easy but tedious.
Cut the 8″ squares, serge them together wrong side out (serging so I don’t have to press the seams flat), flip and flatten, topstitch on the regular sewing machine.
I bought a bunch of flannel months ago for about $2 a yard and can get about 8 wipes out of every yard, totaling about $0.25 a wipe for double-sided flannel wipes. Not bad! But oy, I forget how much I hate the process of sewing. Hate. I’m about halfway through finishing all 40+ wipes and my neck and upper back are killing me.
The crib is still on the back porch waiting for my husband to put a couple of coats of polyurethane on it after two+ coats of paint. Unfortunately (or fortunately), my husband is rather busy single-handedly building a fence (just the slats left!) so this isn’t at the top of his priority list.
I’m now debating forking over the moolah for low-VOC poly (an oxymoron if I ever heard one) so I can finish the crib myself:
We didn’t have a good experience with the water-based poly we used on our floors, unfortunately, as it wasn’t as impermeable as we’d hoped. The floors scratch easily, fluids seep into the wood, and it’s just not as shiny as we’d expected. Bummer.
Bright side: low-VOC’s gotta be good in general, right? I wasn’t too worked up about putting regular polyurethane on the crib. Crib teething protectors will keep the kiddo from doing too much damage and c’mon, if he wanted to chew on furniture, we have plenty of vintage stuff around the house that is probably (surely) finished in the real stuff, ya know? Keeping brain cells intact is a good thing for all of us, though, husbands included.
I made a crib sheet (finally) and while it’s really cute, it doesn’t quite fit correctly. ARGH. I’ll post pics and links later, but if you’re going the DIY crib sheet route, do measure your mattress, mark your fabric and test-fit before cutting four of the suckers.
I am quite proud, however, of my fabric strategy: I bought a flat twin sheet from Wal-mart for $5 and got two crib sheets out of every one. Score! *thumbing my nose at the $30 crib sheet industry craziness*
I got a surprise bonus at work, completely out of the blue. My boss pinged with a cryptic, “Can I call you right now?” and after I made a stupid comment, proceeded to tell me how appreciated I am and effective I’ve been, and that he and his boss wanted to show me in a tangible way.
Flashback two hours: I ignore a phone call on my cell from a Seattle number because I’m on a conference call, but can’t check my voicemail to see who it was (long story). When I blindly redial, I get the business GM on the phone (oops). She was just back from vacation but wanted to take a few minutes to reach out and tell me how impressed she was by my impact and effectiveness over the past year, thoughtfulness in planning for maternity leave, and to ask me how I was feeling and doing.
mind = blown
So, when my boss called to tell me about the bonus, the context of the earlier call snapped into place. Can I say just one more time how much I love the corporation I work for? My business has (frustrating, head-banging, makes-me-want-to-throw-something) problems, but the mothership company is pretty freaking awesome. Concurrently with me telling them I’ll be unavailable for ten weeks (good luck, my team is awesome!), they’re giving me a thousand dollars and telling me I’m doing a great job.
Now I get to figure out how to spend the money (which isn’t money, exactly, but rather a big honking gift certificate to any one of a handful of places like Lowe’s or Amazon). I got one for $500 about a month ago that we used for fence supplies via a $250 Lowe’s gift card and miscellaneous (as-yet unpurchased) baby supplies via a $250 Amazon card. I was going to buy a new camera lens but decided to actually use the equipment I have first, so now I don’t know… kitchen reno stuff?
We almost bought a boat this weekend but passed on it, then immediately regretted it. Vintage, great condition, very Griswold-ish. I’d wear high-waisted shorts and mirrored aviators; my husband would wear too-short swim trunks and be very Chevy Chase.
But, we passed, and are now deep in the throes of online searching for the perfect vintage boat. Because we are lunatics. How does one even secure an infant on a boat? Apparently strapping him into a car seat is a bad idea, but so is him flying out of the boat when we hit a wake. More researching is needed, clearly.
It is great fun to think about how we’ll raise our kid. We know we want him to spend quite a bit of time on the water, hence the craziness of the boat search. (Well, that and we’re lunatics.)
Enough of the random Monday post. Happy Monday! (Pics of various projects later.)