What an epic weekend. Okay. Maybe not epic so much.
There was fiber.
Gift making. Yes, five days before the Elf's birthday and I'm just now finishing.
And then there was some doll making.
I've been obsessed with Waldorf dolls for a while. I've never seen nor touched a real one - just the ones that I've made. In the past week or two I've had this.. insane need to own a real Waldorf doll. It's not to be, as I just can't afford one. So I thought I'd try to make another one. One that would make me happy. I'm still falling short. My dolls lose their chins and noses. I've read a bunch of tutorials, but I just can't seem to get it right.
At any rate. I've been scouring Etsy for Waldorf dolls. Torturing myself with all the lovelies. It's been bothering me. I know I've wanted one for a while. But why this sudden urge? Looking back now I think it might have been an unconscious thing. See.. it would appear that I am very likely pregnant. Unintentionally. Which is a new and scary thing to me. I'm not good at not being in control. At any rate, we're mentally adjusting to this and I will admit that I'm even kind of excited (if I ignore the painful giving birth part of the equation). We haven't told any family yet - not even the boys. We're giving it another couple of weeks just to be sure. But there it is. My crazy weekend.