Well, in less than six days a major decision must be made by every American of voting age. That was an easy decision for me, but deciding on a rocking chair has been driving me crazy!!!
So, rocking chair. Why it is driving me crazy, I have no idea. I think I’m being egged on by such droolworthy sites like this one and this insane one, but all of a sudden, all wedding coolness has been dropped for uber coolness of the next lifechanging accessory–a baby. Sigh.
And it’s just made worse by the overwhelming nesting vibe that has coursing through my veins over the past month. All of a sudden, our darling little Alameda arts & craft bungalow that my sweetie and I have been canoodling in happily for the past three years turned into Little Abner’s outhouse shack that will collapse into a pile of abestos filled plaster if anyone sneezes too hard. Seriously.
I assure you that I will post a full piece on the baby’s room, but right now, let me just focus on the rocker. I was determined to find a cool rocker. Heaven forbid I go out and get one of those perfectly comfortable, quiet–yet still kinda spendy gliders that have been so popular for the past five years–like this one:
Oh no, I wanted something cool like these two
Except both of those options are in the $500-900 realm. Yeah. Not soo much for me. Target had a super cute one, but alas–poof–it disappeared from the stores and its Website.
Now, I’m as green as the next girl–and my green vibe comes out a lot more in the form of buying used items instead of creating more stuff, although that stuff might be organic, etc. So, I really wanted to find a vintage rocking chair. But everything I found on Craig’s list was OK, but then I came across this beauty.
The lovely older couple who was selling it said that had been in their family for four generations, but now, none of their kids wanted it. From the moment I sat in it, I felt at ease–it fit me perfectly. So we snatched it up. Here is the picture of it right now. I’m going to have the cushions reupholstered in a gray microsuede that I bought at Fabric Depot.
But then, a smidge of buyer’s remorse hit me. It’s a pretty small chair and it fits me quite nicely now, but what happens when I continue to grow? Will this chair be nothing but a piece of modern art as I sit somewhere else nursing my child? Eek! And it has a low back. Will i need head support? I have no idea. Sometimes this whole preparing for baby thing is like packing for a vacation where you don’t know the destination or how long you’ll need to be there. Should I pack a tennis racket or a top hat? I have no idea…
So, wish me luck against buyer’s remorse and that my tush can fit into this rocker in six months…
Ah pregnancy! What a fun emotional rollercoaster you are!
Things I cried about this week (and a couple from last):
- After my friend told me that those organic baby carrots I buy from Trader Joe’s turn slightly whitish if they’ve been out to long due to the chlorine that they are dipped in. So basically I’ve turned my uterus into a swimming pool. HOT!
- Having my purse stolen! Yup! It really does suck. And there’s been a rash of it happening in SF right now. But I must remember that as long as I’m OK, and the baby’s OK that everything’s OK.
- The movie Waitress
- Missing Eileen’s awesome performance at TOR
- Missing my ability to poop! Damn pregnancy constipation!
- This Obsessive on CHOW JUST WATCH THE VIDEO AND NOT CRY
- Korto dedicated her collection to her daughter
- Leanne winning Project Runway
- Having my Microsoft Office lose all 1200 of my contacts and meetings. Uh–sorry I forgot that dentist appointment/lunch/deadline/your number. I don’t suck, but Microsoft really does!
- My sweetie making my fresh orange juice at 6:00AM in the morning
- My first Braxton Hicks contraction
- Signing up for this class
- Ordering a new rug for the living room and seeing my sweetie had already moved all of the furniture and put it down
- One word: work
- My oldest niece turning 12–welcome to your tweens, Banks! Don’t turn into Miley Cyrus!
- Getting this utterly gorgeous kit in the mail and thinking about how much fun it will be to make them! Thank you Alicia for your beautiful note and I don’t even want to open it–it’s so pretty and just full of dreams. Is there anything more glorious than an unopened kit waiting for crafty inspiration to happen
- Nearly throwing my iPod alarm radio clock out the window at 2:00AM last night in a fit of apoplectic rage when I couldn’t get to sleep and the iPod wasn’t playing the sleep soundtrack I needed to help me fall back asleep
- Renee’s beautiful card–oh that was a good weep! And the delicious book that came with it
Stay tuned for more fits of pregnancy hormones soon!
Is there anything cuter than baby shoes?
How about vintage baby shoes?
How about vintage baby BUNNY shoes?
I rest my case.
Does anyone else cat love nothing more than to go out of her way and sit on the black sweater that you just spent 10 minutes de-cat-hairing?
And the cat can still look more annoyed and pissed off that you are?
Let’s just add this to the list of things I’ve cried about this week…
So, in an effort to look into finding other craft outlets that won’t hurt me as much as knitting and a complete and utter laser-like focused desire to make this little dress, I finally got around to taking a crochet class at my beloved Article Pract yarn shop in Oakland.
My charming teacher was quite the pro crocheter. He’s been crocheting for the past seven years and now makes his living doing what he loves, which is such an inspiration. And he’s also published! Check out his hot crocheted mens sweater in the latest Stitch and Bitch book dedicated to men!
So after two hours, this is what I had:
I know it doesn’t look like much but, I learned how to to a single chain and a double chain and some other work. I also learned how to make the elusive but always cool granny square, which I can’t lie–I’ve been kinda obsessed with since I saw Alicia Paulson’s gorgeous granny square quilt. One day…
So I just need to make like a million more of these. Hmm…
Anyway, I started on the little dress–I’m so proud–I can actually read a crochet pattern–and am plugging away at it.
Please note the ginger beer. A lovely drink to sip to quell the preggie heartbearn that I’m plagued with quite a bit now. However, the hands are weak where the heart is strong and I fear crochet is hurting them more than knitting. But the need to crochet is strong so I can memorize the moves in my hands. We’ll see who wins out…
