Channeling my inner Mrs. Leslie

Staying home is hard. Not in the sense that one would think. But in the sense that one can only vacuum one's home so many times without going a little nuts. I tend to err on the side of nuts. Its in my genes. Anyway, I had this wonderful idea the other today to make myself a sling. As everyone who will listen knows, I love my sling. A lot. But it is in a crazy pink pattern and Noah has mentioned on occasion he's afraid Gideon might turn a little sissy being carried around in all that pink. While I disagree with that, I did think that an array of stunning slings is just what I needed! At about $40 a pop, that was just not possible. Enter the project idea- get a sewing machine and make my own! As if I don't have enough to do. But, in my defense, Noah works late a lot and having something to occupy my time once the little one is in bed is appealing. So started the craigslist hunt for a sewing machine. It failed. Thankfully my wonderful mother-in-law also stays home and decided a few years back she needed to get crafty too. She purchased a top o' the line model and let it sit in the box waiting to make all my creative dreams come true. No judgment, I have been known to start projects that never get finished too. I refer to the pie phase, the knitting phase and the painting phase. Yup. No judgment. Moving on. Tonight after the little man was in bed, I had Noah help me get this sucker out and ready to roll, er, sew. That's right, my big, burly husband how to show me how to thread the machine and wind the bobbin. Crushing blow to my domestic goddess side. As he began to instruct me on how to do it (thread in notch 1, around to 2, and so on) I started having flash backs to 7th grade home ecc. I passed with a C. Barely. Mostly due to Mrs. Leslie's belief that every young lady should possess some sort of domestic talent. Somewhere inside, no matter how deep. She never stopped believing mine was just hiding in there. Bless her! So after we got the machine up and running, thoughts of numerous slings filled my mind! Why, I could make bibs too! And curtains for Gideon's room. Maybe a throw pillow or two. As I filled Noah in on all sorts of wonderful projects looming in front of me, I saw him grin. I know that grin. It's the grin he makes when he knows what's really going to happen. He is my biggest supporter and champion. He will gladly listen to me rant and rave about whatever my newest endeavor is, and cheer me on. He is great like that. Maybe there is a sling in my future, maybe not. But tonight, I will dream of homemade goods Mrs. Leslie would be proud to grant an A to. And tomorrow? Well, we'll see. ;-)