Since I can't get Mark to take a pic of me, I took one of myself, reclining in the papa chair, covered with lint and glue from my various fruit projects and such. This is at twenty-one weeks, and now, I actually have a belly that looks like a baby belly, not a belly that looks like I have been eating and drinking way too many frosty beverages.
I am off once again to finish up my fruit pouches( my sewing machine hates me by the way) and then it's on to some little handbags. After that, who knows! Hopefully I will get to start putting together all the stuff I have cut out and ready to sew soon. Wish me luck.
