When my sister first got pregnant, she asked me if I would make her a onesie for the baby to wear home from the hospital. I said, "Sure! Sounds great." And then I forgot all about it. Not that I forgot she was pregnant or anything, and occasionally the memory of the task would come back to me and I'd say to myself, "Oh, yeah...I still need to do that..." and then instant memory loss again.
And now she is 37 weeks pregnant. So this was what I did last week in the midst of all the hooked rug hoopla.
This one is their favorite: (Until they settled on the name Ellie, they called her "Fluffy." Ahem.)
Freezer paper stenciling saves the day, yet again.