Baby Brotha'...
"I must be insane," I think aloud to myself... "Seriously, people don't do this." I look down at the letters that I cut out of fabric... and am now trying to iron onto a onesie.
I have the 'artsy tendency' to become completely obsessed with one project... today it happens to be 'making a onesie for baby brotha'.
But this could honestly include anything. Like the time I insisted on making new curtains, even though I don't know how to sew. I constantly joke that my house is like the set of a movie, or better yet, one of my favorite t.v. series Arrested Development. Things look great at first glance, but heaven forbid you actually try to open the curtains... or , in this case, wear the onesie. Nothing is meant to be used... just looked at. I must admit that my house is beautiful to 'look at'. But if you look close enough, you will find an ungodly amount of safety pins holding together any one item. Or random nickels and dimes taped to the backs of pictures to keep them hanging straight. Details are not my strong suit... but rather, overall affect.
Anyway, all this to say... the onesie looks pretty good if you cross your eyes or squint a little, but don't look too close. The edges of the letters are frayed... and I actually ended up outlining the words in a black sharpie. (No, I will not be starting a 'crafting segment' on my blog).
Also, as soon as I put the onesie on Elliot, all the letters stretched out and started to pop off. It was frustrating... but my obsession was not to be thwarted this time. So outside in the front yard for pictures. It happened to be quite a muggy afternoon and, come to think of it, I believe that I still had my pajamas on. So, here I am in my front yard, with an array of quilts spread across our perfectly manicured lawn, which happens to be my husband's unhealthy obsession. I sit Elliot on the quilt, in his adorable new onesie, and start actin-a-fool trying to get a decent picture. I'm sure the traffic that was stopped in front of my house was quite amused and grateful that I prepared this afternoon side show to break up the monotony of their drive home.
Once the mosquitos started swarming and the sweat started dripping down my back, I decided that enough was enough. I gathered the quilts, toys, camera and 'Oh yeah! My child'... and headed inside, hoping for at least one good picture.
The pictures turned out o.k. Don't look too close... but I guess you get the general affect.
You may think I'm insane... but consider the alternative. Walking into the Carter Store... "Ummm... yes, that's my unruly 2 year old running around the sales rack and this is my adorable 7 month old. By the way... do you have a 'BIG BROTHER' onesie in a 6-9 mo.?"
Baby Rockey #3... Coming next spring!
I have the 'artsy tendency' to become completely obsessed with one project... today it happens to be 'making a onesie for baby brotha'.
But this could honestly include anything. Like the time I insisted on making new curtains, even though I don't know how to sew. I constantly joke that my house is like the set of a movie, or better yet, one of my favorite t.v. series Arrested Development. Things look great at first glance, but heaven forbid you actually try to open the curtains... or , in this case, wear the onesie. Nothing is meant to be used... just looked at. I must admit that my house is beautiful to 'look at'. But if you look close enough, you will find an ungodly amount of safety pins holding together any one item. Or random nickels and dimes taped to the backs of pictures to keep them hanging straight. Details are not my strong suit... but rather, overall affect.
Anyway, all this to say... the onesie looks pretty good if you cross your eyes or squint a little, but don't look too close. The edges of the letters are frayed... and I actually ended up outlining the words in a black sharpie. (No, I will not be starting a 'crafting segment' on my blog).
Also, as soon as I put the onesie on Elliot, all the letters stretched out and started to pop off. It was frustrating... but my obsession was not to be thwarted this time. So outside in the front yard for pictures. It happened to be quite a muggy afternoon and, come to think of it, I believe that I still had my pajamas on. So, here I am in my front yard, with an array of quilts spread across our perfectly manicured lawn, which happens to be my husband's unhealthy obsession. I sit Elliot on the quilt, in his adorable new onesie, and start actin-a-fool trying to get a decent picture. I'm sure the traffic that was stopped in front of my house was quite amused and grateful that I prepared this afternoon side show to break up the monotony of their drive home.
Once the mosquitos started swarming and the sweat started dripping down my back, I decided that enough was enough. I gathered the quilts, toys, camera and 'Oh yeah! My child'... and headed inside, hoping for at least one good picture.
The pictures turned out o.k. Don't look too close... but I guess you get the general affect.
You may think I'm insane... but consider the alternative. Walking into the Carter Store... "Ummm... yes, that's my unruly 2 year old running around the sales rack and this is my adorable 7 month old. By the way... do you have a 'BIG BROTHER' onesie in a 6-9 mo.?"
Baby Rockey #3... Coming next spring!
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Oh for the uninformed KOTS is the acronym for Kardashians of the South. We have decided our family could be reality TV...KOTS! What size are those pants? One size fits all! I rest my case, just like outlining letters in sharpie marker helps them stick and not fray, KOTS logic :) I LOVE my family. Love and Kisses...Aunt Kim
So happy and excited for you!
Katie D