I like the nesting version of myself. I am not a good housekeeper. If you've been following my story long, you'll know that housework is my biggest struggle. I hate doing. I procrastinate. I feel guilty about not doing, about hating it, and about procrastinating regarding it. But! When I'm nesting, this house is in primo condition - or will be in a short while. I can't stand the mess. I can't stand the clutter. I can't stand disorganisation. It irks me! And it irks me enough that I get up, despite my growing size, and do something about it!
This is not to say that it is easy. Or pleasant. Or enjoyable by any standards. But if I don't do it, I'll go bonkers looking at the mess, the disorganisation, the lack of clean laundry. You name it.
So here's a quick look at the last week. I haven't said much lately, or at least I feel as though I haven't said much.
Here's my beautiful Mum sewing her skirt for Cate's wedding (which is in exactly 10 days!). It took some hunting, but she found a shirt that matched some beauitful linen fabric. And it looks really nice! Now Havie and I are on a hunt to find her a sheer ivory wrap (since it's summer a jacket's not a smart choice) before Sunday. Hmm... Speaking of which. I need to get moving!
I learned to sew from my mother. She is from a generation that was still taught to sew in school. She and her mom made her high school wardrobe. I love hearing my mother talk about getting to her senior year and finally convincing her mom that skirts needed to be shorter and rehemming several skirts into the mini-length that was in style. Hehe. My mom, the Rebel...
I also learned a bit about sewing from my dad. He's an upholsterer. So, if I ever need help recovering something - I'll just give it to him. :) He's better at it anyways. Haha. But he did teach me how to tie off thread the right way (and it doesn't unravel!)
And there's always Oceana. She's fun. She's smiley. And she's into everything. But that's not really news. But it was a generous portion of the week.
Oh, and I'm eating. But we don't need to talk about that. Especially since that scale better say that was water weight that I discovered the other day. Because I refuse to accept +4 for a week.
I sew. I know you know that. But here's a rare picture of me. And that's a pin hanging out of my mouth. I always do that. I can talk and hold pins in my mouth. I learned it from my Mum.
I did this. Ok. Well, I pinned it like this, and then I sewed it. This is what happens when your little sister loses nearly 19 pounds after buying her bridesmaid dress. You have to find somewhere to put 4" of extra dress. I chose the floor. *snip snip*
And Oceana danced. And ran in circles. And smiled. Because that's her job. And she's pretty good at her job.
I rearranged our bedroom. I have a room. I have a room that is simply a room. It doesn't have a weight bench in it. Can you see my smiling?
And I cleared out most of that dresser for baby clothes. She's gonna have to deal with the fact that the bottom drawer still has some paperwork in it. I found those clear bins and relegated their contents to an ugly brown box. They now house hats, socks, shoes, booties, hair bands, and bibs.
Very, very, very nice .... it's my looooovely room. I love it!
I organised, washed, and put away lots of baby laundry.
And that's just this week. I wonder what next week will hold?