I've been working on this embroidery project for almost a week now, getting in a few stitches here and there during naps, and before bed time. I of course made her a blue-eyed red-headed fairy :) I have decided that I am doing Isabella's entire room in fairies, I have big dreams for two-toned walls in light pink and light green with a scalloped edge around the top. Also around the top of the wall I would love to stencil the words to a fairy tale...but we'll see how we do on the scalloped edges first. My color scheme was inspired by the beautiful quilt that Lovie made for Isabella whenever I was pregnant. I'll be sure to post a picture of that quilt soon. Anywho...I'm starting to get the ball rolling on this huge project and I want to make sure there are lots of things hand made by mommy in Princess Isabella's chambers :) Tomorrow, hopefully this little fairy will be adorning the front of a pillow I have plans to make. Her legs are uneven, and her wings are crooked...but I know someday when Isabella is packing up and heading for her dorm room, she'll cherish these types of things just like I did when I moved out of the house. *sniff sniff*
Oh yeah almost forgot! notice the ugly brown stain on the right side of my muslin? after slaving for days I headed to the ironing board for that oh-so-rewarding moment of ironing out all the wrinkles, well my husband's ancient and decrepit iron leaked it's juices ALL over my fairy! I'll be honest with you, expletives were popping into my brain like popcorn in a bowl, but ever the mommy, I kept them from escaping by singing a Broadway show tune. He's had that very same iron since we started dating...four years ago, and refuses to replace it. Why do men get so attached to the oldest and most inconvenient of household items?...it's so weird. I love you honey...but your iron has GOT to go :)
I've been sort of down in my cups here the last few days. It's growing increasingly harder to find friends it seems. I would love to find a nice, christian mom, who enjoys decorating, baking, crafting and thrifting...that doesn't seem like such a long shot to me...but apparently it is. It seems all of the girls in or around my age group are only interested in partying, and since the only parties I go to involve balloons, cake, favor bags and games, I'm having a hard time finding that "kindred spirit" I'm trying not to be impatient or get discouraged, I know good people are hard to find, and that's why I focus on the things that make me smile...see below. Now THERE'S a good gal-pal. She was "helping" me fold laundry yesterday, we came across her old hat at the bottom of the hamper. I am a very, very lucky momma indeed!