It’s official. I’m in full nesting mode. I can tell you this with authority because I found myself spontaneously cleaning all the cupboard doors, inside and out, on the weekend. Any voluntary or spontaneous cleaning on my part is definitely nesting. I also went quite nuts buying minky fleece to turn into snuggly wraps and spent hours pouring over images of nurseries and trawling the net for baby clothing patterns. Yup. Nesting.

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This time around I seem to have added a new dimension to nesting. I’m feeling the need to have a space where I can craft. A retreat from screaming children, piles of washing and curious little fingers. There is no corner of our flat for such a place so I am moving myself into the garage.  I am creating a woman cave. A place with jars of buttons and stashes of fabric. A place where you can leave scissors on the table. A place where all my vintage patterns just invite me to browse them.  I know that I won’t have much time to spend down there once the baby comes but I’m thinking that even an hour of time down there might just be the bliss that I need amongst newborn chaos. I even have visions of the baby taking naps there while I relax and stitch (yeah right, keep dreaming love!).

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It is highly likely that my woman cave will be a jumble of junk storage and abandoned projects but in my mind it’s filled with vintage suitcases, jars of buttons, a big clear cutting bench and a comfy arm chair. Perhaps the odd newborn swinging in a terribly designer linen hammock. Bliss.

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