Maybe it's the chill in the air. Maybe it's the cooking shows Bobio has been watching on TV. Maybe it's the fact that October is only a little more than a week away. Maybe it's the fact that I look like I'm smuggling a pumpkin under my shirt ;)
I am SO in a Pumpkin mood. I don't even really like Pumpkin Pie, but I want some... with a dollop of cool-whip smack dab in the center of it. Erin and I scored some Pumpkin Spice Lattes at Starbucks yesterday, and life was fantastic.
I just finished making a cute little Pumpkin decoration using Core'dinations, some embroidery floss, and a few buttons... and if my belly muscles weren't so stinkin' tired from standing up, I would make a whole bunch more in different shades of orange and yellow (and maybe brown?) and hang them all over the place :)
Cute, huh???!!! How sweet would these be hanging over a mantle during a Halloween party, or strewn through the branches of a tree?? Too bad I'm not a little more ambitious right now, or I would totally bust out a dozen of these and win the "OMG I can't believe she really made a dozen paper pumpkins and hung them from a tree" award.
I've also put my pumpkin-crafting skills to good use in other arenas, as well :)
Speaking of *pumpkins* and beans.... Is that a pumpkin under your shirt, or are you just happy to see me?? There she is, still snuggled safely inside my belly. 38 weeks, people. That means there are roughly two.more.weeks. until we ALL get to meet this babe. TWO. WEEKS. As of my appointment yesterday, no forward progress was being made in the "get this baby out of my body" quest. Although I'm really still quite comfortable (except for the whole sleeping thing... or lack thereof, and the sore-belly-while-standing thing) and she *technically* shouldn't get her eviction papers for another two weeks, I feel like I'm totally ready for this whole birth thing to happen. My husband, on the other hand, well that's a completely different story ;) *****Lets refrain from the "barefoot and pregnant" comments... and the crappy picture. The "photographer" (AKA Bobio) should have told me to hide the armpit chubb and maybe, you know, smile?!?!?!****** Oh. Back to the whole *pumpkin* thing.... There is one more extremely important reason I am in a pumpkin mood. I received a gift today from Paula, one of the lovely girlies I work with at the BBC (((HUGE thanks to Ali-cat and her crew for dropping it off at my house this afternoon))). Paula must really know me well, or she just knows that it's the thoughtful little things in life that make a person feel loved......
Three words: SHIPYARD.PUMPKINHEAD.ALE. A whole case, just for me. Seriously.... Heaven. I'm not even capable of speaking in complete sentences right now because I'm salivating so much. If you have not had the privilege of enjoying one of these bad boys, ye must get thineself to the nearest liquor store and SCORE SOME WHILE IT LASTS. The best way to enjoy it is on draught, with a cinnamon-sugar rimmed glass ((If you're a local, it's available this way at both the BBC and J.R.Brody's)). Now, I know that I am approximately ninety-seven weeks pregnant, and cannot currently enjoy one of these little bottles of Heaven. I also know that I will probably fall down drunk after taking three sips of beer once I am able to. However, I find peace in knowing that I have my own personal case of Pumpkinhead sitting at my house. There are 24 bottles in this case. And they are MINE. And I will keep track of how many I drink, and if you even think of swiping one from me, I.WILL.KNOW. And I will hunt you down and HURT YOU. Now, please don't go thinking I'm an alcoholic that is wanting to birth her child in order to enjoy a beer. Far from it, actually. There is just something about this beer that is amazing and makes me drool just thinking about it. It's no different than getting ridiculously hungry every time the stupid Olive Garden commercial comes on the television. Except the Olive Garden is always there. I can enjoy my salad and breadsticks and five-cheese-ziti-alforno pretty much any time I want to. But Pumpkinhead is only available in the fall. That, my friends, is the root of the problem. Pina Coladas = summertime, Pumpkinhead = fall. It's a mathematical equation. Check your calculator :p Anyway. Those are my pumpkin stories. I'm gonna go sit at the kitchen table now, dreaming of beer and pie and the Olive Garden, thankyouverymuch.Yep, I crocheted a Pumpkin Hat for The Bean. I'm thinking it might be a little too small for her when she's born (it's been QUITE a while since I've held a newborn!), so I'll probably make another one that is just a teensy bit larger in diameter. Now if she would just hurry up and get here so I could actually try it on her...
Pumpkin spice lattes! Ahh! yumm.
And you totally need to have a pumpkin pie smoothie from Common Ground-oh.my.god, best thing I've ever had? quite possibly. I'm on a huge pumpkin kick lately too, i've been harassing the people at coffee O to hurry up and get the sugar free pumpkin spice for about two months now. ha. and i currently have a pumpkin pie candle going. :]
Posted by: tessa | September 20, 2009 at 12:42 AM
diggin the pumkin love :) i think that hat should make an appearance on etsy...in say a newborn and year old sizes...i'm thinkin that someone who lives on cape...that takes your classes...that loves your craftiness would buy them...mmm.
pic looks greay btw!
Posted by: Julie Gammon | September 20, 2009 at 08:06 AM
Melissa, if you don't mind me saying, you are so friggin cute!!! Makes me almost ready to do it again, Almost. I love love love that pumkin bean, did you just whip it up or do you have a pattern? and that ornament girl. Whoa, total creative genius. great job!! I would give you that award. LOL!!
Posted by: Lydia Jackson | September 20, 2009 at 11:05 AM