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One, two: Finding the best crochet blanket for pennies in a charity shop. Three, four: Visiting our favourite vintage and homewares shops. Five, six: Stuffing ourselves with homemade cakes. Nom. Seven: Receiving exciting things in the mail. Eight: Starting the pre-wear wash for teeny-person clothes. Nine, ten: crafting my socks off.
I’ve also been: writing, discovering that vegetable box schemes are just too pricey for us, getting kicked in the ribs, enjoying pizzas and pasta, shopping up a post-pregnancy storm (ahhh, hello vintage, my old friend), hunting out retro baby clothes, finding vintage sheets ready for chopping, having my heart melted by the Boy who talks to the baby ALL the time, and moaning. A lot. Pregnancy and me do not get on, we are not friends. I cannot wait for the littlest Owl to arrive, so I can kiss her soft cheeks and introduce her to her big brother. Nine weeks to go.
I demand feet up & lots of craft! Nine weeks… eeeek! I also now want home made cake and a charity shop haul 🙂
God I am so with you on the pregnancy thing. I'm so grateful to be here and can't wait to meet my lil Pip, but damn. I miss my independence, my body, wine, my feet!So yes, I'm definitely with you love. Your photos made me smile though, especially the baby clothes hanging up to dry. It kind of brings it all home doesn't it?Kim 🙂
There's nothing like a charity shop find to brighten the week. Well done. I'm thinking of making a mash up of crochet blankets into a curtain for the beach hut this year – well that's the plan!
Great blanket and cutest little baby clothes. My the next nine weeks fly by for you at a pace which allows you to not feel rushed.