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Mine does.

And it does it extremely well.

Just yesterday, after our recent 2 day long game,  I found him hiding in the refridgerator.  (The little devil!)

Just as long as it doesn’t teach Jack-Evan about that hiding spot, we’ll be fine.

Overalls are my favorite kidswear to put Jack-Evan in.  
Too bad they’re much to hot for our South Carolina summers!

That’s Sew-er.  Not sewer…sue-er?  Strangely, as I was typing out the title to this, I got the giggleswhen I pictured people not understanding what it meant.

Sew-er.  As in with a machine.

In my head I can whip up a beautiful outfit, gorgeous bags, and my unborn daughter’s wedding dress.  In real life, however, I just learned the difference between a zig zag stitch and a basic running stitch last night.

A couple of weeks ago, after my dad dropped yet another load of my teenage stuff from his house to my house, I unearthed a forgotten Brother sewing machine I had purchased at Walmart about 12 years ago when I was around 14 years old.

Oh yes, 14 years old.  I had never sewed in my life at that time, but the bug hit me bad and I wanted desparately to learn.  I ended up making oneill-fitting sleeveless blouse (which I threw away 3 years later) and a wierdly shaped pillow (out of the same ugly paisly purple material the blouse was made from).  After that, the sewing machine sat under my old childhood bed, sleeping with the dust bunnies for the past decade.

Since then, I’ve handstiched a couple of odd things, but never got around to learning much more about sewing.

That is, until yesterday.

After re-discovering my sewing machine, I came online determined to learn how to thread the bobbin (something my mom had previously done for me years back) so I could get my Tshirt quilt finished that I started 7 months ago (and didn’t want to sew it by hand - something that I didn’t think of until I finished cutting the squares!).  Upon the thrill of finally learning how to thread the bobbin and set the tension so the upper thread didn’t break, I slowly dipped my toes into the waters of the addicting sewing machine whirl.

Today, my tshirt quilt sits almost finished (I have to attach an old sheet to the finished square front for batting, then another old sheet for the back).   I’ll be posting photos when I finish.

After the soaring victory of being able to piece my tshirt squares together in record time, and inspired by the recent recycled pillowcase fanatic Betz White, I fiendishly dug through our linen closet in search for the perfect pillowcase to practice on and set to work.

I ended up with a nice little pink 2 pocket apron (which I gave to my mom) as well as a cute little reversable tote bag purse.  It has a total of 7 pockets (inside and out), 2 top snaps, and plenty of room.  After Jack and I leave the library Monday morning, I may just head over to the Goodwill and see if they have any cute vintage pillow cases for me to practice more on (because, you know, we kind of need the rest of our pillow cases to sleep on).

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Kevin and I are standing in the kitchen, chit chatting about the day, and just goofing off.  He proceeds to take off his work over shirt and flexes his muscles (his shoulders & biceps are quite large).

Goofing off with him, I raise my own arm and flex too.

This is proceeded by hearty laughter and the innocent statement “Hey, yours wiggles at the bottom!”

You know the point where

“I must get the rest of the cleaning done” meets

“I must stare at my sweet baby for just a little longer before he grows up”?

I’m there.

…is being sandwiched between two sleeping males, because you’re bound to get double-pooted on sooner or later.

or… “Jack(-Evan) in a Box”

So there you have it. 

Forget all those new fangled gadgets in Walmart!

Just give them a box and they’re content.