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... of craft-nesting

I haven't had much time to do any sewing or knitting or crocheting for awhile. Or maybe I did, but I didn't have too much of a desire. But perhaps my "nesting" instinct is kicking in and instead of cleaning and organizing, I'm making stuff. Which is ironic, because when I make stuff, the house gets messier. Poor Quinn. I bet he wishes he had a more traditional nesting pregnant wife.

But here I am: recovering car seats, knitting diaper soakers, looking up baby girl dress ideas, not showering, and making messes.

The latest project is the diaper soaker. I actually bought a pattern, half made it, figured out how to do the stitches I needed to to make my own version, made one that I messed up on, and finally ended up with this little guy:

I am not going to do cloth diapers (I am not that brave - or disciplined). But I know that Selah will be wearing things that may be revealing her un-cute disposable diaper hiney a lot more than Abram did. I don't know if this will fit, so I don't want to make a ton yet. But they are pretty easy and quick to make, so I could bust out some different colors after she arrives if I need to. I also thought it might be cute for newborn photos. I probably won't do the contrasting stitch on the sides like on this one. The stitches have to be too perfect and I'd rather have them more hidden. But you craft and learn, right?

Like I said, my next project idea is a little dress - made out of the same fabric I used on the car seat to match this diaper soaker - for newborn photos. Let me know if you've seen any cute patterns or pictures I should check out!

Happy Thursday :)

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