I love slings

You can see in the previous post, I had a sling that I loved. Pretty blue paisley. My long-lost first-babies sling. I loaned it out and haven't remembered to whom. It's gone.

I made one during Ike's baby days. I first learned that slings were necessary when Peter was sick while I was big-prego with Isaac. I couldn't hold him for hours - so I tried the sling a la leche league friend has passed to me. I remember walking on our old-house deck, back and forth w/ Peter on my hip in the sling, wonderfully not breaking my back, with his leg wrapped around my big belly.
Not pictured: the first sling I made (blue with teeny green leaves) and the water sling (horrid itchy fabric that I picked b/c it was mesh-ish for wearing in Myrtle Beach with Baby Ruby - didn't work b/c if felt icky).

Then Jessica and I had a wonderful sling-making day with our cute kids. Sorry, Silas, about that funny hat. At least you weren't wearing the white boa scarf.

Wish I had a photo of us working - we were awesome and Jessica's sling is a looker. Mine is a happy ring sling of black and white - perfect accessory for my business partner (anna) when we are doing our Arbonne work!

Unfortunately, before I got it totally done, I was struck with a fit of impulse. While poking about online, I found a beautiful pink paisley pouch sling at Rockin Baby and lay on my pillow that night thinking "why did I just buy a sling? I am making a sling. Ugh, why oh why?" Well, because it was too beautiful. I didn't (can't say couldn't, but didn't) resist.