I’m just going to be honest. I had thought it was just that I was unfamiliar with the patterns, but no, now I’ve made three and I can tell you–I really dislike making baby dresses. I don’t hate it, so, you know, I wouldn’t dread doing it if someone really needed a baby dress. but I can’t imagine going out of my way to find opportunities to make them, like I do for blankets. I’m glad I did it but I’m not anxious to do it again.
Though, I’m going to ask if they want me to whoop something up for the baby to be baptized in. That I would do and feel good about.
I don’t know. It’s weird. It’s not that much work–maybe just two or three hours a piece, but it feels like a lot of work for something that’s just going to be used a few times. I mean, really, I don’t want the things I make to just be photo props. Or worn one month and then outgrown. (Though, let me also say that, when you consider that you can get a skein of RedHeart yarn for about $3 a piece and I could have gotten, had I just done solid color dresses, at least three dresses per solid color skein, when you consider how fast babies grow, if you had someone willing to knock out crochet baby clothes for you, this is a really inexpensive way to get baby clothes. $1 an outfit is really, really damn good.)
I like making things that get draped over backs of couches or pulled out every winter or thrown over a sleeping dolly or dump truck even after it’s been outgrown.
I’m glad I got this thing cut off. But this was just not the moment in my life when I needed a forced-couch weekend. A lot is going on–stuff that’s big and scary and probably for the best–but I didn’t need a weekend where I had so much time to think about how out of control so many things about my life are right now.
And things will be fine. Hell, who knows? I might have a different attitude about baby dresses in a month, when I’m feeling more clarity about how my life is going to go.