Posts tagged ‘baby’

A La Thornie!

I want to give credit where credit is due, so please let me thank these wonderful bloggers and tailors who gave me the starting points to create this slightly modified combination of the two. Brook has an awesome and very professional tutorial of her lovely design with a hood/head-rest for baby. I started with her design, added a simple head-rest and an open panel so that different fabrics can be inserted for different looks like the one at makebabystuff.com

Fun stuff! I was going to tell you about the wedding of my dear e. and her love d., at which I shall be officiating (I’m so incredibly honored that they asked me!), this Saturday, but I think I’ll wait until I have photos to post along with the lovely ceremony we are writing. Next sewing projects will be some dresses for lovely ‘Linore. I’m going to make a pattern of a sundress that I used to sew by hand for my F. when she was a baby!

Peace!

Originally it’s called a Mei Tai. It’s a Japanese front/back style baby carrier that my Fawnie likes. She believes (and I think she’s most likely correct) that it will be much more comfy for both she and ‘Linore (and Daddy too) than a sling style carrier. I’m modifying it (of course, we all know that Thorne simply cannot leave well enough alone) from 2 patterns we found. The first is really nice and very professional looking, but made to measure for larger women, which F is not. The second is so attractive with the interchangeable panels so one may change the look as it suits… ie: more masculine fabrics perhaps when Daddy’s carrying, some different colors to compliment Mama or Baby’s outfit, but it doesn’t appear to be as comfy for wearer or baby, soooo… I’m reworking the ideas into one carrier.

I’ll post some more pics once I get it done and maybe even an instruction page for any of you muthas and grandmuthas out there who might like to try making one.
Peace!

“Why this lonely
Why this lonely
Why this lonely love

Halloween
Carry on
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all”

Dave seems to be the only music I can listen to right now. Some Indigo Girls, but it’s DMB that speaks to my soul; Dave who carries me through these empty days and nights. This song entitled “Hallowe’en” is a hard song to hear. Not because the lyrics are particularly appropriate or descriptive of my own pain right now, but because the rawness of the emotion is. I have heard that Dave himself has said that the lyrics for this song will never be published, because it is simply too painful for him, so the lyrics I have printed below have been parsed together by myself and others.

I wrote to him, Dave Matthews. I’m not a fanmail kinda gal; but nonetheless.

I wrote:

Dave,
I don’t write fanmail, yet here I am. Your music is carrying me through the hardest time of my life. On October 18, my baby grandson, Bishop Alexander Dicks, died in his sleep. My daughter, his mother and her husband are, needless to say, devastated beyond imagining-beyond words-beyond thought. We all are.
You’ll probably never even see this, but I had to tell you that your heart, your spirit is holding me now. When I got the call at 1am, all I could think was “the space between”. As I drove (too fast, yet never fast enough) to my baby-my daughter) the song played over and over in my mind. The meanings so multifaceted that they shift and flow with each moment of feeling. I keep coming back to “The Space Between”. When the shock began to wear off, the raw pain of “Halloween” screamed for me, as I could not; not while my daughter needed me to hold her while she screamed. Yesterday I awakened with “Seek Up” playing in my head, speaking to me of life and love and loss and letting go; singing of what’s important and what’s not. Nearing midnite last night, closing in on one week from the very hour of our Lil Pharoah’s passing all I could hear was “Grey Street” and pray that my daughter slept.
It seems so odd, and so perfectly right and understandable that I have 50 emails in my inbox from loving friends and family, all awaiting some reply (and deserving of my attention), yet here I sit writing to you. A person I don’t know and am not likely to ever meet, but with whom I share such a deep soul connection through your music.
Thank you for all that you are.
In Light and Shadow,
Thorne

I was really writing for me. I don’t know… sending my thoughts out into the Universe via email. I didn’t expect a response of any sort. I just wrote what I needed to say. The Warehouse Crew responded within an hour.
Thorne -

Thank you for your email, we will certainly pass that along to Dave. Our deepest condolences to your family. Stefan himself experienced the same thing many years ago.
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Warehouse Crew

I was touched.
Song: Hallowe’en

Artist: DMB

hey little dreamer’s eyes open and staring over me
Oh little lonely eyes open and radiant

Wait until i come and i will steal you
Wait until i come i’ll take your soul
Wait until i come and i will steal you
Wait until i come and i will go

I’ve been dreamin in the night
Shadows on the windows
Lead oh and everyone go
Well leave me on the night
I wonder you lying?
I will not relinquish light

Oh little dreamer eyes open and raving here

Wait until i come and see you little girl
When we come i’ll leave with you too
When we come i’ll let you come low

Hey we’ll leave it all behind
Oh and then the nightmares
I’ll fill them in good time
Oh they will seat your mind
When the light hits
And you maybe’ll ask me

Why do you run around here
Why do you come inside of me
Why does it rip me out in dream
Why then why then watch this little fuck

Going away

Why this lonely
Why this lonely
Why this lonely love

Why this lonely
Why this lonely
Why this lonely love

Halloween
Carry on
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all
Bury all

And in this dream
Tell us are you satisfied with fucking
Oh walk away
Don’t walk away
Don’t walk away
Don’t walk away
I’m talking to you

Love is hell
Love is hell
Love is hell
Love this i’ll tame you

Love
Love
Love
Love this not me here

Love
Love
Love
Love him up to you