Bag for Baby-san

Our youth pastor’s wife if having a baby boy any minute now and back in November she requested an oriental diaper bag.  Well, give me an idea and I’ll run with it!  One whole day up at Scrapping in the Pines turned out to be Sewing in the Pines for me.  The pattern had some glitches, but it turned out really cool and she loved it.  Just had to share for those who love sewing, Oriental fabrics, babies, etc.

You can barely see it, but I used the front side of a coat for the red pocket and left the little frogs, or knotted ties, sticking up from the front of the pocket.  They’re purely fashionable, not functional.

I have quite a bit of shiny fabric left over so I’ll be bring the Oriental touch to Bags for Zaza here in the next few months.

Where was my Mother???

The year was 1971 when the life I grew to love was changed for all eternity.  Happily I was enjoying kindergarten in my lavender and red polyester plaid jumpsuits, with matching ponytail ribbons and bobbles decorating my combed-to-perfection hairdo.  Then it happened.  This photo is proof of the stress that my mother and I went through after the birth of my sister.  I was no longer the only princess in the castle and my mommy obviously was too preoccupied to read the school handout I brought home that read, “Tomorrow is Picture Day.”  Look at my hair!?!  I don’t remember trying to give myself a perm.  How in the blazes did it turn out like THAT!?!  And a light pink bow with a red and navy outfit???  Horrors. 

Little did I know that 36 years later, that little, red wrinkled-up baby would give me a journaling jar with prompts in it…… prompts that should have read: “How do you feel about your kindergarten school picture?”, “How does it make you feel that your mother no longer worried about how you looked after your sister was born?”,  “Did your mother ever push you out the door for school with a smile on her face?” or “Write Oprah a letter revealing your inner feelings after the birth of your sister.”

But look at that face.  Joy unspeakable and full of glory.  :o)