I have the lining pieces for the Larger Than Life Bag sewn up -- individually. In a not-so-surprising move, I dove right in with a vague idea of how it would all turn out, reading the directions a little bit -- enough to calculate the dimensions based on the size of my own bag and to know that I didn't want a zipper. I want to add pockets -- a big one that a magazine would fit into nicely, and a couple of smaller ones for cell phone, MP3 player, coin purse -- that part's not so difficult. While I contemplate the more challenging details of closure and height and the actual marrying of the outer lining to the inner, I've been doing... other knitting, some gardening, a bit of cooking, some cleaning. Major cleaning out!
Today, I found myself deep into a closet where I uncovered things that haven't seen the light of day in a very long time. Most of it is on its way to the shredder, which was the point, but the box marked "Katie's Stuff" was a bit of a surprise to find and Wow.
That's her first hat, the one that was warming her head by the time she was a minute old. The brochure is from The Terimore Motel, where we lived for a few weeks before Katie's birth -- and for one week after. It was her first unofficial home, as we'd sold one house but weren't able to move into the other. We haven't been to the coast in years, but something tells me that "The Terimore" isn't the funky motel of my memory anymore and that the rates of $30-50 for ocean view units or partial-view cottages are definitely the stuff dreams are made of these days.
I thought I'd lost that handwritten account of my first labor and birthing. I am very surprised and absolutely delighted to have uncovered it! I remember writing it during one of my near-daily visits to the motel's laundromat while Katie napped in her car seat. Most of our stuff was in storage in the new house, though for some reason, I'd brought the bassinet and a few things to the motel -- and those "few things" needed frequent laundering.
Anyway, holy cow, what a bunch of memories and stories flood my head and heart from just one month in that motel -- the books I read, the little sweater I suffered to knit -- I had increasingly more painful wrist and arm pain as the pregnancy progressed and that last month was hell -- the frantic phone call from a nearby phone booth to my mother regarding nursing and, more importantly, relief from engorged breasts that felt like glass and like they'd shatter if I breathed too hard. Heh, she didn't remember anything like that.
Interesting that I'd have stashed those worn out shoes -- not her first, but obviously well loved. Katie is so stylin' all the time these days and shoes play no small part in that. I think we sent for those from Huggies or something, maybe used points to get them, and over the years I have bought her fantastic shoes for her birthdays, to-die-for boots for Christmas. This year, just days before her birthday, I heard Paulo Nutini's "New Shoes" on the radio -- amazing that it was the one and only time I ever did -- it was so fun and fit the occasion to a T, so I ordered the CD. He's a young, Scottish singer/songwriter (I know... you're thinking, "Sounds Italian to me," huh?) and I have to say, I bought it for the one song, but I've enjoyed the whole CD quite a lot. He's linked some videos (love the UK version of "New Shoes").
Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything's right
I said, Hey, I put some new shoes on
And everybody's smilin', it's so invitin'
Oh, short on money but long on time
Slowly strollin' in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late, and I don't need an excuse
'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes
--Paulo Nutini, New Shoes
Well, Baby's not the only one who needs new shoes -- sometimes Mama needs 'em, too. (You can tell they're the Mama's because of the swollen ankles, actually somewhat improved by the time the pictures were snapped.) Truth be told, I went shopping for sandals. I tried on some Wolky, some Finn Comfort (holy cow, I'd have to save a few more pennies), and a few others, but I was feeling mighty Keen. I love 'em!
I hope you're all having a great Memorial Day, and remembering.