I know Alice doesn’t exactly need this, but it makes me feel better that the 7th child isn’t getting the shaft. I’ve spent the last 2 days, but $0.00, creating a little nursery area out of part of my closet.
I made the mobile out of rope, card stock, a strand of old Christmas beads that I broke apart, and a wire rim from a broken lampshade. The sign is construction paper, sharpie, black foam, and same beads with white nails through the holes. The verse on it is from Phil 2:3, “… in humility, count others more significant than yourselves.” That’s for me in the middle of the night to remember my place: One served by Christ who can now serve helpless babies and not be mad about missing sleep. It’s a real fight.
The clock was the cheap target brand that has been sitting in my basement for a while. Again with the Christmas beads, I added some detail with hot glue. A few aluminum roofing nails into a scrap piece of wood for some hooks, and the bins were just holding junk in the basement, so I’m going to use them for outgrown clothes, and next size up clothes.
I’m satisfied. (Although after 2 days, the rest of my house is another story. And not a picture worthy one. 🙂
Talking Wall 