Ok, I admit it. This hiatus from blogging is for the birds. And I mean that literally. Have you ever seen birds that blog? (eye roll) Of course you haven't. And if you have, then may I kindly direct you to the nearest Schizophrenia doctor, cause darling, that ain't natural even though I can easily picture a fat female robin, typing furiously in a tree. Combatting the modern day privilege of the male robin.
I spend everyday in a busy, merry go round of the daily living that comes with living life with 6 children in a shoe. The one child is still a hitchhiker, sending well aimed karate chops at my bladder, and then flipping around to lazily poke a foot up, up, up, into my ribs. I try to describe the sensations of this small intruder to my husband, but its impossible. I imagine him in there, with a long grey beard, tiny stumpy legs, living in a little cabin with a chimney that puts out constant chugs of puffy smoke.
I know you are dying to know the secret to our style in the above photo. The t-shirt is me-made and me-patterned, the short-jeans are Express, but shortened and maternity altered by me. The sandals are 2 years ago Clarks. My necklace is a plunder buy, threaded onto a bit of my husbands broken leather shoe lace. My beloved MrB is wearing 4 year old wranglers, 3 yr old Ariat boots, and his own washed out, worn out company shirt. His belt is from a little amish store in Ohio, and I do believe that it is around 7 years old. And yes, we are both wearing Apple watches. A smart watch is no splurge for us, but an absolute must with our lifestyle. As you can see, we do not follow the fashions. We buy quality, and then we live in it for years until it falls apart to the point of needing to be replaced to maintain our modesty. Although the longer I peer at this photo, the more I realize my husband needs new clothes.
As normal when I am pregnant, my whole body grows prolifically around all the edges. My husband takes great delight making fun of me as I grow bigger "every day". He likes to say "when did your belly grow that much?" to which I roll my eyes and say "really, its been 6 months, and this is the 6th time you have seen this happen." Sometimes I say far more rude things then that, but mostly I stay circumspect with my situation.
I have been busy designing amazing nursing clothes, and maternity clothes that make me feel beautiful. I have been dabbling in the Shibori method of dying natural fibers, and mixing those with the fabulous prints from Hawthorne Threads the most trustworthy place I have found to buy gorgeous knits that hold up washing after washing. You may gasp at the price, but trust me on this. If you are going to take the time to sew a gorgeous hand made garment, you want it to last for years. Or I sure do. Nothing quite gets my goat like a garment made of inferior fabric that shrinks, develops holes, or becomes oddly misshapen within the first year of wearing.
I must leave you again lovely little robins. Happy blogging!