something to get excited about

Since the birth of my nephew 18 months ago, I have been very proud of myself for making him a little baby quilt, which has reportedly been very useful, and I hope will be a treasured childhood momento for years to come. The thought of having my own baby has given rise to much excited and enthusiastic daydreaming about a new quilt project.

I have done no sewing since January, I was so down and miserable at the end of last year, that I decided to give it up for a while, because I was turning it into a chore, rather than a pleasure.

now it's summer, I'm feeling better and I have a big reason to get stuck back in again. At Christmas I got a book from my Auntie, called Material Obsession, it is the most scrummy gorgeous book of quilt ideas ever. I defy anyone to not get inspired.


So I did a bit of online scouring for the greatest 'unisex' colourscheme and fabrics for the wonder-quilt. I found this great shop called Ray-Stitch they don't have vast collections, but what they do have is lovely, and also some organic stuff, which I am a big fan of.
they had a summer discount offer, so I went a bit mad and bought 3 bundles of fat quarters. can't wait to get them in my grubby little mits.


The wools are what Mum has got for her crochet project. Except not the Mint coloured one, I though that would be a bit yuk, so went with the brown and natural colours.
so excited.

grandma

I keep looking at the scan pictures, and D laughs at me - “they'e not going to change” I don't care because I think it's facinating.

Still feeling sick.

my due date is 1st Jan. this is not considered ideal by D. I quite fancy a 25th December baby. It was my Grandmas birthday, so I think it would be sweet. Not sure I'd want to take her name though, it was Clarice lillian I think. Not loving those names, maybe they will grow on me..

an excuse to put a picture of Grandma here, on her 90th Birthday, 2003.

first scan

A whole month has passed, and not much has happened really. I have been nauseously taking each day as it comes. Everyone says it will get better after 12 weeks, I'm 11 now, so - fingers crossed. I don't think I've prayed so hard for something in my life!

Today Mr V and I went to have a scan, he will miss my scan in Cornwall next week, so I booked one in a local babyscan shop. Really cool, baby was posing nicely in perfect baby shape. Now it's really much more real. Up to now I've just felt ill for no apparent reason.