Sarah Jaffe in concert. Denton, TX at the Church of Saint David of Wales. January 15th 2010. Her whole album, Suburban Nature, is fantastic.
I adore this song and with it send Happy Happy Birthday wishes to my mom, who made sure that creativity overflowed in every home and who, as the story goes, had a milkman who called her Clementine. I love you Mom, Happy Birthday!
Last week I cleaned out under the front desk at Clementine and today I finished cleaning off the counter, which for those who have visited can get a little overgrown. Here is my reward!
Last week, I made it my mission to actually clean out the clutter that cascading from under my desk at Clementine. At almost 8 months pregnant, my ability to move around back here has already been stunted and I have a terrible habit of piling things to no end. I cleared out, threw things away, put a little bookshelf together and got some little bins to keep things in. Today I concluded with a clear off of the top of the desk. I rewarded myself with these local peonies from The Blossom Basket down the street. They have been opening as the day goes on and are truly exquisite. (and they don’t look so bad with my bundles of white yarn and alpine milk soaps.
Front desk with peonies - happy beautiful day! (Taken with Instagram at Clementine)
I have to admit, when I was pregnant I didn’t really think I would buy many custom onesies. Stories of spit up and worse made me think there wasn’t much point. But since Julian was born, dressing him in a onesie that I love to look at is a something I completely understand. There was no way I could resist this one (plus it bears striking resemblance to Clemintine’s grand opening invite):
Clementine carried this one, a grey on grey bike onesie, that has been one of my favorites since day one. I gave it to my husband soon after finding out we were pregnant and I admit, there’s something that’s a little bit like magic when you see your wee person fit into something that you bought when he was just imagined.
In real life, they do mess them up. You put them on and an hour later they may be a whole bike-full of wetness. But, I’ve also discovered that onesies may say 3, 6 or 9 months, but you can generally have your baby wear them even if they’re a little long. Thus, extending their life and making the little splurge completely justified…
Just like old times! Julian is in the shop with me today. I may never get over how much I loved working while he slept on my chest in his early months at Clementine. We’ll see how much work gets done today after he wakes up!
Clementine is run by Emily, a Vermonter who loves selvage, bias & knowing that her sewing machine has a birth date. Emily has been a lawyer, a lobbyist and an advocate for women and families. She began this blog to chronicle things sewn, typed & images she finds unavoidably fetching.
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