Nesting Boxes, or Cubes, or whatever.....

I hinted at another sewing project in the last post.

In addition to elves, I also tried sewing some other toys.  Before the time of Elves, it was the time of nesting boxes from the same book that had the instructions for the Spectrum Quilt:

This book has a lot of great easy things, BUT--for me--nesting boxes were not one of them.  In the book they look like perfect little tissue boxes all in graduated sizes.  My expectations were high.

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But when I made mine, they looked like hot floppy wonkiness.  The interfacing was not as stiff as it would like you to believe, the corners didn't crisp, the pins were stabbing me left and right when I turned them out.  And since I am not a precise sewing, insetting one cube inside another is a terrible, terrible idea.  Ugh, and only I will know the amount of double sided interfacing paper that didn't peel off after ironing and is sewn between the layers for all eternity.  Blech.

So after two, I quit!  But I had cut sooooo many squares.  You see, I got ahead of myself and thought I would sew an extra set for my nephew on the way too.  That did not go as planned, and when I threw in the towel, I still had all this stuff:

"Heavy Duty Interfacing" my ass.
So now what?  Well, when life gives you lots of cut up squares, you make cubes:

Slap a sixth side together, throw a little stuffing in there....ermagad!  So much easier.  And this, friend, is the project that taught me how to stuff toys and led me to the elves.  If I had had jingle bells, I would have put a few in some of the cubes, but do you realize it's hard to find jingle bells for sale outside of the Christmas season?  Supply and Demand is a funnily specific animal.

So now I have tons of cubes, our baby is set.  Our nephew has a few coming his way.  And my scrap pile has been reduced yet again. Including some of this awesome fabric I stole from my mom's stash maybe back in high school:

Mommy like.

Some of the scrap I used was from some upholstery projects I did so I worry once the cubes get covered in baby drool and I drop them in the wash they will come out looking funky and wonky too.  But if they do......I bet they will make the nesting boxes look awesome by comparison.



Rather than finding a daycare or pediatrician or packing for the inevitable hospital trip which is mere weeks away, I have been nesting by sewing.  And I'm here now to show off my latest project: The Three Little Elves.

Scratching your head trying to remember that fairy tale?  Well, stop it, because it doesn't exist.  It's a real life tale about me and my friends Lauren and Nicole.  You may remember Nicole from this guest blogging stint, and Lauren from her own lovely blog.  Each are on to more professional endeavors (Little Nut Crafts and Lauren Ann Paul) and in spite of their expertise, I've sewed them some slapdash elves anyway.  Enjoy my lack of hand sewing and new adventures into lumpy plush doll making, ladies!!!!

You see, in the last year (or so) we've all gotten pregnant and all had/will have little girls.  I thought it would be fun if our little ladies had a similar toy.  Play dates while miles apart, just for shits and adorable giggles.

Skinny little elves
Yep, I spent the better part of this afternoon scratching my cole slaw craving and sewing elf legs and arms.  Sounds creepy, huh?

I found the idea for the elves here and just could not resist their little faces.  There's a free pdf template for the little buggers (though not hard to recreate without the download).  I used plush for the face and limbs and I patchworked some scrap fabric for the super tall hat and round little bodies.  It was very easy to do, and fun.  After all, this project combines my two crafty loves: sewing and embroidery.

I chose the "singing face" for these little elves, which is really more of a talking face because Nicole, Lauren and I would get together and gab a lot.  In fact...........

*we met over breakfast a LOT.

Okay, so I tried to incorporate the Orange Elf into this dialogue, but any writer will tell you dialogue is hard to write....besides.  This little one is orange, its arm is positioned in a particular way...maybe like a fist pump?  It's almost as if it's saying.....

God, please forgive me for that.

So, I've shipped these little angels off to the thawing tundra of Madison, WI with the confident hope that all our girls will love them and keep us connected.  Lauren and Nicole, hope you got the ones you wanted and your baby girls enjoy!

Oh!  And there's a little clue to another sewing project I've been working on above:

Oh those nesting boxes.....Stay tuned!


Honestly, Pregnancy

**I had many--as you can imagine--hilarious pictures to accompany this post.   Except maybe for Article 3 below.  But blogger was being weird and I deleted them instead of trying to solve the problem.  Happy uninterrupted reading!

I realize I am about to rant with very little context to how easy my pregnancy has been.  Forgive me. I love feeling the baby move, but I loathe some other things with a burning passion.  Overall I've had a super smooth pregnancy.  Matt and I didn't have trouble getting pregnant.  We are incredibly fortunate.  In fact, knowing those things so very well I almost hate myself a little for writing this post, but I'm going to anyway.  I need to unload a short list of things that--at 34 weeks--I'm over about being pregnant.

Of course there are the givens: I miss sleeping on my stomach (watching football players being tackled was making me jealous), miss caffeine (Matt has decided to finally start to drink coffee, that freewheeling bastard) and miss alcohol.  But aside from the Tweedledee, Tweedledumb, and No F#@&ing S%*t of pregnancy (and the typical anxieties) here are my special top six:

1) I will not miss launching myself out of bed at night to pee for the tenth time.  It's not the waking up.  It's that I'm severely testing my wrist strength every time I try to hurl the extra 50 pounds I've added in the last 8 months out of our low bed in the middle of the night.

 2) I know that, biologically speaking, it's an amazing feat and will help keep baby fed but I would really like my nipples to return to their regular color, thankyouverymuch.  I would like to wear a white sleep shirt and feel sexy again, not like an orangutan on National Geographic.  Sleep Shirt Bonus Request: I would also like to fit into the shirt Matt got me from one of his favorite Durham food trucks.  Not fitting into a food truck shirt also = not sexy.

3) Oooo, serious one.  I will not miss the guy at work looking at me like I'm a saint for not aborting this baby each time we pass in the hallway.  This feeling is based on a real life conversation with him in which I never mentioned my views on abortion, let alone abortion as an option.  I hope no one can relate to that one.

 4) Applesauce cravings have GOT to go.  JUST KIDDING!  Applesauce is the food of the gods and Johnny Appleseed is a goddamn national treasure.

5) Sitting sucks.  Laying down sucks.  Walking around is the only thing that feels good and--oh yeah--it's 3:16am right now.

6) And let's end on a high note: I cannot wait for wiping to be easy again.