the dotted line

she sleeps :: i sew

{size 6 months, from this book}

Over the past week, Ella has started to sleep through the night. Well, from nine in the evening until four or five in the morning when she has a snack and then she continues to sleep until eight or nine. I'm not sure if this is a normal development for an eleven week old, but let's just say that I feel very lucky that she's such a good sleeper. Now if only I could sleep as well as she does. I'm having a very hard time falling asleep after her five o'clock feeding and have gotten into the habit of creeping into the studio and immersing myself in one of the many projects that got 'shelved' while I was pregnant. These early mornings have allowed me to finally finish this little top in a gorgeous grey and cream polka dot fabric from superbuzzy. The sleeves are 3/4 length, which I think is adorably stylish on babies, especially in the warmer weather we've been having lately. The silk charcoal ribbon is attached with a small snap so it can be removed for washing. I didn't align the polka dots very well while sewing so the hem looks a little uneven {although it is actually straight} but I'm okay with it. I just feel so good to have that little bit of time to get things done, in the still quiet of the early morning. Even if I am slightly sleep deprived!

9 weeks

Oh my.

It's been a while.
Although it really doesn't feel like it's been so long.

But I have missed this space and I'm excited to be here once again. What's most important though, is that I finally feel ready. Recovering from the c-section and all that Ella's birth entailed has been a slow process, charged with raw emotion, full of uncertainty, amazement and love. Someday soon I will share more about this, but for now I think I'll just say that becoming a mother has been the scariest, toughest and most beautiful experience I have ever had. And just for the record, I wouldn't change a single second of it.

So here's the reason I can't get anything done :: I can't stop looking at Ella. Perhaps this is all part of the phenomenon of being a new mother? All I know is that each moment of my day is spent trying to capture every smile, every coo and every adorable little laugh, not to mention her fingers, toes, cheeks and that gorgeous baby smell. Does it ever end?