So I have this friend. This friend is having a baby. Poor, poor friend.
Oh, I kidd. I don't mean it!
(Or do I?)
So, this friend is also having a baby shower, and so I said to myself,
"self, let's making something crapty."
And I instantly thought, a Baby Keepsake Box Thingy!
And then I remembered how ginormously huge this sucker is. I want to apologize to my sister for giving her something that takes up a whole wall.
So I started thinking on how I could make this just a tad bit smaller. Perhaps a space for a blessing gown and some little things?
So, so sad. I use the term "sketch" quite loosely.
Let's pause a moment to discuss the name "Ruby". Is that not adorable? I have a new niece with that name. . .
Awwwwwww. . . .. ! So sweet! Almost makes you wanna go get pregnant again, doesn't it?
I started making that gosh awful sketch a reality.
And 'twas at this point when I started getting the crazy (and not like "crazy ha-ha", but "crazy-crazy insane") feeling that what I was building was looking a little like a mausoleum.
The Salvatore mausoleum. No, a baby mausoleum. And there's nothing creepier than making a baby mausoleum/coffin thingy, is there?
Almost scrapped this project, despite that I spent tons 'o time on it and was nearly done.
See it with Kenna's dress, just for example's sake?
Ah HAH! Now it looks like it's supposed to. Phew. I'm feeling so much less creepy, now.
I'm so glad I could come to my senses.