Clearly, I didn’t have enough to do. You know, Thanksgiving, Christmas, new job, two babies, etc etc.
But I needed to get a christmas card out this year. My mother has been on me to do it. “You have babies now, Jocelyn. It is time.” And every time I’ve opened a card and seen lovely pictures of my friends’ offspring I’ve felt the familiar weight of obligation tugging at my sleeve. (just a slight weight, or I would have gotten around to this years ago).
So I rolled up those guilty sleeves and got down to business. We were home at my folks’ house for Thanksgiving so at least I had a small respite from the restraints of naptime only crafting.
I dragged us all down to Joann’s to see what there was to see. I thought Caroline would get a kick out of all the fabric and buttons and sundry, and she did. I bought yards and yards and yards of tulle and a little bit of elastic. I was sold on the idea of the no sew tutu’s I’d seen popping up all over the kids boards on Pinterest. The concept was simple. Baby + tutu + beach = dreamy.
Lots of cutting ensued. Six inch strips out of twenty yards of tulle, to be exact. Not sure how many strips that is because math isn’t my inclination, but in any event, it involved a lot of cutting.
It only took three hours to make a tutu for both Caroline and Gabrielle. Phew. They were poofy and pretty and I just had to try one on and give it a twirl it was so pretty.
With the first phase complete, I needed to get us all down to the beach. I met with some resistance on this angle. Some people were deep in their cups and didn’t want to move the party. Others disagreed with my idea for a christmas card, saying, “they” wished that we could just do a normal card. Still others fretted over the idea of taking the babies’ clothes off at the beach for the picture, insisting that I should put turtle necks on them and long johns, and that 66 degrees was simply too cold for naked baby photo shoots. (can you guess which players had which concerns??) I scoffed and ignored everyone, having just completed three hours of manual labor in furtherance of my beatific christmas card vision. Truly, I felt as though my hands were guided by some force. Perhaps it was the prosecco, or perhaps it was the clarity of my idea. We shall never know.
We finally got everyone down to the beach. Caroline was on the same page of the same book with me. She was in full princess, ‘look at me’ glory. My mother was a wonderful help–getting the children to look at me, arranging their tutus as necessary, and moving the onlookers to ensure minimal shadow interference. I left C’s leggings on to assuage my mother.
The light was long and perfect. I took about 600 pictures. I got some perfect shots by sheer happenstance. We had so much fun. Even my father and my husband got into the spirit of things eventually, suggesting shots and angles, and feeling proud about the project as onlookers gaped on. Gummy (great uncle Mike) was off flying a kite (the kite was the carrot that got everyone down to the beach), so he was having fun too.
Gigi got fretful halfway through, so I nursed her and she fell asleep. Even that worked out for us. (No babies were harmed in the filming of this scene)
I made the cards on Tinyprints. I found a lovely pale blue Tory Burch card. I think the whole thing worked out quite well. I didn’t order enough cards as it turns out, but I know now for next year.