Clementine, my Valentine

I know I promised to write about our next workshop, but it honestly sold out before I had a chance!

How amazing is that?

Is it possible that I've found my new calling?

Is it possible I have TWO callings?

I'm blowing my own mind here people.

We decided to add two extra spots for any of you loyal blog readers who might find this news just totally and completely devastating (you deserve SOMETHING for giving me 200+ hits this week!...who are you wonderful people!?), so here are the details:

Tuesday February 23rd from 6pm-9pm

$30 (includes all materials, as well as snacks and refreshments (translation: wine) and a $5 gift card to Blackbird)

This time we'll be making funky fabric accessories using a variety of different materials...including a collection of vintage scarves I've been secretly hoarding. Finally! A reason to free these beauties from the tickle trunk!

Workshoppers will leave with a minimum of THREE handmade accessories (we'll be teaching you how to make a few varieties of fabric flowers for hair bands, clips, brooches, wristlettes, necklaces...you are limited only by your imagination!).

Time permitting, you can make as many pieces as you like.

If you're interested in joining us please email me as soon as you can to sign up emily@blackbirdshop.ca or

visit my online shop to pay for the class.

What else. What else.

Clementine turned ONE on Tuesday!

Does anyone else have trouble believing this?

Could you eat her or what?

It's not uncommon for me to have an overwhelming urge to suck on those cheeks.

I hope this means people will stop asking me if I'm pregnant.

Seriously. I get asked at least once a week.

Isn't that awful?

Not only is it embarrassing for me to be asked something like that, but it's totally awkward for the schmuck (I'm editing myself here) who's asked it.

Come ON people. Smarten up.

Sure I take the odd fashion risk, but pregnant people don't wear belts.

At least I didn't.

I have half a mind to start reciprocating the question.

Especially to the men.

Anyway.

We're having a party for Clemmie tomorrow (Valentine's Day) at our place. Some friends have even come up from Toronto (I have good friends) and my sister Meg brought Cohen home with her last night from Kitchener as well.

I've asked people, in lieu of toys, to bring along their favourite childhood book as a gift to the birthday girl.

Naturally I'm giving her a Judy Blume.

Probably this one:

Though I don't think I'll let her read it for a few more years.

It's a busy day in the shop today so I had better end it here.

It's been truly lovely chatting with you all. One sided though it's been.

Thanks for reading.

Em