I finished basting the preemie quilt yesterday, grateful that it was, in fact, a baby quilt and that I was able to do it all on the kitchen table. Had it not been so small, I would have had to sneak away some extra time when Baby J was asleep or with Hubby, since she is a whirlwind of a spirit, and underfoot she can cause quite a havoc.
I am not exaggerating. Yesterday evening, as we got leftover Easter dinner onto the table, I was spent...a blob of my usual daytime self, from the phenomenon that is called - Baby J. Who knew a one-year-old could pack so much energy, when even at a playground full of older children (while my oldest Big was at soccer practice), she pushed through their legs without hesitation.
Earlier in the afternoon, I had given Sweet R my camera to snap pictures on our main floor. I set my camera and just gave her full reign, partly to teach her some confidence with a camera, by mostly because I knew I needed to seize the few minutes to finish basting.
Yes, I was that desperate, enough to give my five-year-old my Nikon oldie.but.goodie D50.
I didn't realize she took this picture.
When I uploaded it this morning from my camera, I was astounded to witness my peace.
The power of craft - dear Internets - see it here, I am practically smiling, despite the chaos that you don't see in the camera's view. I have always said that craft took me out of loneliness during deployments, out of sadness and insecurities and here it is, as evidence.
So, don't wait. Craft daily...work with your hands, I am encouraged once again that this is the best addiction vice to have.
Have a wonderful day, friends!
