disjointed?

every time i think i can stop blogging, i come back. writing is so therapeutic for me. i can't remember a significant life event that i haven't recorded somewhere and come back to reflect on later. it's just how i roll.i've been sewing my little heart out, despite sewing over my finger (oh yeah, straight through, bent needle stuck under the nail and all) and having to scrap two very important and time-sensitive projects. i looked at my sewing room one day a few weeks ago and realized i should really be using the fabric i've diligently collected. several quilts, diapers and bags later, i've barely made a dent but at least i've got something to show, right?i've also been snapping pictures like crazy.He has blessed me well.all the other girls are stars, you're the northern lights.proof that my kids wear clothes occasionally.bath!mama's little treehugger.