I feel like there is a wake of intentions trailing behind me.
I meant to write that email to tell you that I’m thinking of you. I meant to call you back. I meant to answer the wonderful blog comment that made my day/ made me laugh/ asked a great question. I meant to send a card/a gift/ a thank you note.
I had this great idea for a craft/ activity with the kids/ surprise for the husband. I wanted to send this special little something to a blog friend/ old friend/ person who needs a little cheer. I meant to clean out that closet, inventory the summer clothes, empty the contents of the car. I meant to wipe down the bathroom before the company came. I meant to make it from scratch.
I intended to return those movies/ books/ borrowed this and thats. I had wanted to send your dish back full of something tasty. I had hoped to repay your kindness by sending you a treat/ inviting you to dinner/ calling for no reason at all.
“I meant to…” is my unintended personal mantra.
So, considering the many good intentions that never see the light of day, I hope that you’ll forgive me for a little crafty gloating.
I have a new little nephew that I should have properly welcomed a couple of months ago, but we aren’t going to talk about that, now are we? We are going to celebrate the fact that I set out to make some handmade goodies for the little guy and his siblings, and I actually finished AND mailed them today!
That last part is key… they went in the MAIL! They didn’t just sit in the boxes on the dining room table for weeks on end. They got weighed and stamped and SENT! (Never you mind the 4 other boxes still sitting on said table. Focus, please.)
For big brother Rylie:
Mr. Roboto shirt, stuffed Mr. Roboto, and a copy of Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel (because robots like stories about magnificent machines).
For big sister Alyssa:
Love bunnies, Rosemary and Basil, Rosemary Bunny shirt, and a copy of the bunnies’ favorite bedtime story, The Carrot Seed.
For wee Caleb:
Frank the dog, Frank onesie, star onesie and cowboy bib (from Bend The Rules Sewing). (Incidentally, on a safety note, I ended up taking off Frank’s felt eyes and embroidering them instead, just in case a little exploring mouth gets carried away).
Now… about that quilt that I had intended to send. It just wasn’t quite ready…
… soon baby Cal, I’ll finish it soon. I promise!