Seam Allowance.

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If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you already know, but if you don’t, here’s my big news!

I opened up an online fabric shop! After spending the last few years being continually disappointed by the local fabric selection, and often ordering fabrics from online shops, 99.9% of which were in the States, and then being hit with high shipping costs, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Okay, I’d been thinking/plotting/dreaming about it for a long time, but it’s so scary, starting a business, investing big chunks of money, not really knowing much about anything business-y, etc. But I do know that I am passionate about amazing fabrics and I know that sewing with fabulous textiles can seriously up the joy ante when sewing. So I went for it.

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My new shop is called Seam Allowance and can be found on Etsy for now. I’d love it so much if you stopped by to check it out. You can also find me on Facebook (Seam Allowance Fabrics) and on Instagram (@seamallowancefabrics) too. I’m still expecting a big shipment of new fabrics hopefully later this week or early next week, but for now there’s still LOTS of great ones. I’m having the best time sewing whatever I want with fabric that’s just right there in my sewing room! It’s amazing! You can also find some passport wallets for sale, and at some point there will be more bibs and maybe some diaper clutches and who knows what else.

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As always, thanks for reading, and thanks for your support in my new endeavor! I’m still so scared but I’m trying very hard to be brave and confident in this!

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Oliver says.

Last night Oliver said to me,

“I fell in love with you when I was a baby. That’s why I’m a ladies’ man. I fell in love with your kisses.”

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried you guys. He’s four! Ladies’ man is right. Yeesh.

Melt my heart, I just love that kid and his sweet sweet words.

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Farewell good Crib.

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The day is finally here. It’s the day that the crib comes down. Forever. After constant use for the last eight and a half years, it’s done. Naturally photographs needed to be taken.

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It’s a bit sad. Well, more weird than sad, really. What’s sad is just tossing that crib that I love so much, even though to probably anyone else it’s a beat up old crib with chew marks and booger stains.

I’m happy too, though. This crib has served us well. Four babies slept, rarely through the night, in there. One baby climbed out of there faster than I could ever understand. Another baby would lay in there “reading” books to himself. Other babies have screamed to get out of that crib before their eyes were barely open. My girl baby would tuck her own little baby dolls into that crib.

I’ve leaned over that crib to pick up a sad baby so many hundreds of times, holding them over my shoulder and rubbing their soft little backs, or carrying them with me to my bed instead, so we could both get a little more sleep.

I’ve picked up the blankets they’ve thrown out, pushed tiny limbs back through the rails, and taken countless pictures of little bums sticking up in the air.

Farewell good Crib. I’ll miss you. Or I won’t. Not sure yet.

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Milestone

You guys. Major news at the Moran house this morning.

Oliver DRESSED HIMSELF. Like from head to toe! This is big you guys. I didn’t think we’d ever get here, but I’ve been working hard with him every morning for a few weeks (months?) teaching him how to pull a shirt on and get his socks on, and today he finally did it, with absolutely zero help from me. These are the things, people. The things that can make you feel so proud, even though it’s really such a little thing.

Plus it gets me one step closer to the day I don’t have to dress anyone but myself. It’s been so many years since that was the case, I honestly don’t even remember what it’s like.

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The littles and I went out for breakfast with some friends the other day. Out! To eat! In a place that wasn’t McDonald’s. I gotta say, the living is easy right now. Okay it’s not THAT easy but wow is it ever way easier. Cheers to kids growing up! (Even though I’m obviously devastated over the loss of chubby baby bodies and their all-embracing, constant snuggles.)

I leave you with a piece of classic Oliver art. As with every piece of Oliver’s art, every last piece of space is full to the brim. Ask him about his picture and he will drone on for ten minutes or more, while continuing to fill in new details as he talks. Last week he made himself an entire set of original, made-up pokemon cards. They were so awesome you guys. I’m just in love with him.

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ps. In case you care, my back is feeling so much better. No ice pack or narcotics for two days now! It’s awesome! Still sore but just so so much better. I’m a happy lady.

It still hurts.

I’m still laid up on an ice pack, all these days later. It’s better than it was; I can now change positions, go from laying to sitting or sitting to standing almost normally, without taking an excessive amount of time to do it. But my back still hurts almost constantly. I’ve been to the chiropractor three times and had three massages since Friday (life of leisure I tell you!), but still, sore. It’s hard being trapped in one place, being forced to slow down, cancelling shifts and seeing money disappear and feeling bad for coworkers on busy wards (why are one million people having babies every week? Stop it ladies!). But like a few people have said, it’s not the worst thing being forced to stop. Maybe I just needed a little bit of a life break or something. Anyway I’m hoping I feel very much better by Wednesday, when Neil goes away for a few days. He’s been taking such good care of me, feeding me T3′s and replenishing my ice pack, making suppers and cleaning up afterwards. I’m lucky to have such a good man in my life. My kids have been great too, helping out where they can, waiting patiently in doctor’s offices (the chiropractor said he’d never seen four such well-behaved children before).

My niece Talasi turns one today, and we celebrated on Saturday. I dragged myself out to Portage with my ice pack, mainly because I knew my massage therapist mother would help me out with a massage or two. I didn’t want the kids to miss their cousin’s first birthday either.

Happy birthday Tali. You’re basically the cutest, squishiest one year old ever.

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(Tank tops last week, sweaters and jackets this week. Boo.) Continue reading

That time I sneezed and put my back out.

Okay so I haven’t blogged in like a month. Remember when I used to blog like every other day? Me neither. I lost my mojo or something. Plus I’ve been working on something big, and it’s keeping my mind too distracted to focus on the blog. (Details to be released sometime soon-ish!)

Anyway to sum up September, it was fab. Kids are seriously rocking school, and I’m seriously enjoying having just two kids at home every day.

October started off poorly though. Yesterday morning while getting the kids ready for school, I sneezed.

Yes. That’s the story. I literally sneezed, a regular old sneeze, and my back went out. Like right out. I couldn’t lift a box of yogurt without falling down and yelping in pain. So that’s awesome.

I’ve been to the chiropractor a couple times, have spent most of the last couple days in bed with a bag of ice, and still feel totally horrible. And pathetic. A sneeze for goodness’ sake!

Trying to get in for a massage today, otherwise my mom will give me one tomorrow if I can manage the hour and a half drive out there. I have to though, it’s my niece Tali’s first birthday party!

So I’m just sitting here feeling kind of sorry for myself and it seemed like an appropriate time to blog I guess. In regards to this old blog, I hope you’ll be seeing some changes in the next while. Like, for one, I need to update those photos in the sidebar. Oliver was like 18 months old in that picture, and he’s 4 1/2 now. Yeesh. You might find the blog renamed, too. Just sayin’, don’t be too surprised if you stop by and things are a little different.

Okay I’ve got to get back to the ice pack. Hopefully I’ll revisit this writing thing again soon.

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Let’s get married.

I climbed into bed with Oliver for a cuddle the other night.

He started talking to me, saying,

“I saw something on tv where some people have two marries, but I might not get married I think.”

“It’s okay Oliver,” I said. “You only have to get married if you find someone you love.”

“Well I love you, Mom.”

Pause.

“Mom, can you tell Dad he shouldn’t have married you on that day?”

“Why Oliver?”

“Because then I could marry you on that day.”

Oh my heart. That kid just kills me with his sweetness and genuine love for me. He says things to me all the time like, “Mom, let’s just hold hands for awhile.” Or, “let’s just have a few kisses now.” I’m overwhelmed with his innocence and affection and I really really don’t want him to grow up, although he promises me he’ll still hug me even when he’s bigger than me.

Neil went to see Oliver later than evening, and said, “I heard you want to marry Mom.”

Oliver told him, “Well, a long long time ago people had two marries.”

What are they teaching kids in Sunday School these days??

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