My Next Hobby

How freaking cute are these? Seriously? I get the Daily Candy email and today's featured a new shop called Grana & Mau that sells hand embroidered awesomeness. I LOVE these bloomers. Anyway... the e-mail reminded me of my recent found love of all things hand embroidered. My new old standby is Fidget. The owner of the shop, Amanda, has done several hand embroidered goodies for me.

Here is the latest:

I can't help but add one more of the shops I've discovered on my travels through Etsy. It's a new one I just found but I love the onsies they are selling. The shop is called ERG originals. And here's my pick from them:

Happy Thursday everyone!

Dog Days of Summer

We had a true summer weekend... popsicles, pools and a bar-b-que (or two). It was HOT in Upstate New York. Hot and muggy. It reminded me of my summers in Baton Rouge.

We pulled out the kiddie pool and filled it with too-cold water from the hose. The kids had a blast and Libby {above} couldn't resist a splash through pool, either.

During naptime I was worked on my new hobby -- sewing. I found an online store for awesome kids clothes that I love called Flour Clothing, but they sold out of my favorite top within hours of putting it in their shop. So I tested my newly found sewing skills on creating my own version. It turned out okay, but not as nice as theirs. Here's a picture of their top:

Perfect top for a picnic on a hot day.

My new favorite Etsy site is drearyneedle.etsy.com. Affordable, beautiful handmade goodies. Here's my most recent purchase.

I also visited their blog and found one of my favorite poems of all time.

The More Loving One--

W. H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time