Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Flannel Sheets and Sewing Machine Phobias

 The evenings are beginning to get chilly. 

Just the way I like it. 

I was so excited to find flannel sheets on sale at Target the other day.  I remember being a child and snuggling down under the flannel, a sure sign of good things to come.  With glee, I bought some and am thrilled to report, they actually stay on my bed! 

Now that may not sound like a great accomplishment to some of you, but I assure you, it is huge!  For the past three and a half years I have been at war with my sheets.  They always come off.  I would wake up several times in the night (mostly because of kids) and with annoyance, have to pull the corners back down, or else I would be rewarded with sleeping on the cold mattress by morning.  Having pretty flannel sheets (they are turquoise!) that stay on the bed really makes me never want to leave it.  And the amount of warmth they give is astounding.  I am reveling in the joy of the change of the seasons all over again. 

However, I do want to know why top sheets are not made for toddler beds?  When I found my sheets I wanted Keith to have the same joy of flannel, but could not find any for his toddler bed.  Then I began to wonder why there are no top sheets for toddler beds either.  I just don't get it.  Do top sheets begin at twin beds for some reason?  And why not have flannel top and bottom sheets for toddlers?  They get just as cold as the rest of us. 

Moving along, material has been purchased and birthday gifts are under way.  I am a trifle excited to try this, but terribly nervous.  Can you force craftiness?  I desperately want to be a crafty person.  I love their homes.  Always decorated with the cutest things, and so inviting and warm.  In order to have a jealousy inducing home, I do attempt the craft.  Can't say I have had a whole lot of success yet.  But I am working on it.  That said, the sewing machine terrifies me.  I don't know why but it always has.  Like Calvin and his bicycle.

I admire and envy people who can whip things out in a trifle, but for me, the sewing machine is my Goliath.  So, I am attempting to slay him (Goliath, not the machine) by working on hand made gifts for the kiddos.  When I finish I will post the project. Cross your fingers that I can triumph, and learn that sewing machine before it kills me, as is my deep dark fear.  You think I am joking.  I assure you, I am not.  I get serious anxiety when I see that machine.  Wish me luck!
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