I have been eyeing the Sew Together Bag ever since my boss, Maxie Makes, made hers. I bought the fabric (from Bonnie Christine’s Winged line) and it has been sitting there, taunting me, begging to be turned into the perfect form and function union. So this weekend I started the project and planned on finishing it last night. I pulled it out and in just one evening I went from this:
(Remember those pictures in Highlights magazines, where you had to find the differences? Hint: in mine, I managed to add the outer piece and two little strips of binding. It’s ok if you didn’t spot that immediately…)
Why? Well because of 3 molars that are working their way through the gums of my favorite almost-two-year-old. And that little guy needed some extra help (and snuggles) to get to sleep. And his big(ish) sister was way too cute last night, insisting that her shoes were actually called “cookie socks.” And the giggles that ensued when I suggested she put on her cookie jammies were so infectious, we took a little extra time to be silly before bed. And then there’s my big girl, who never stops talking. I know that sounds like a complaint, but it isn’t. She is so full of insight and humor and so expressive. And last night I took extra time to listen. And my big guy, whose interests so often lay far, far outside my own (can someone please explain the appeal of minecraft?!?) was actually attentive to his mom, and snuggled up to me for no real reason. And I realized those instances would probably become less and less frequent. And I savored them. So I put off working on my project. Because when it comes to choosing between the things I love and the people I love, well, that decision isn’t even hard to make.