Getting my craft on

I have this need to craft. It’s the same as someone needing coffee in their life. I NEED craft time. So clearly I had to craft my way through my first journey. 

” Courtney, when will you stop talking about the first journey & get on with the new one?!” 

Never. Well, I mean I am BEYOND excited for journey #2. But journey #1 holds a very special place in my heart.  As long as that little family is in my life, they will never leave my story. 

I crafted my entire journey. For Christmas, I made that sweet baby her journey book. From the moment her Daddies & I first connected via e-mail, right up to our last days together in Canada. There is room that is left blank, for them to fill in along the way. ( Like when I travel to hug them all soon) 

I also asked to take my placenta home from the hospital. My poor husband. There it sat. In a bag. In the fridge. Every time he opened the fridge.. BOOM, PLACENTA. Gross, I know. HA  That placenta eventually turned into my very first placenta printing project. 

It’s actually NOT as gross as one would think. You give it a little wash, pat it dry, dab some colour on it, slap it with some paper.. TADA. OK it did not go down exactly like that, but pretty close.

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Now at about 30-35 weeks I finally set time out to cast my belly. The husband had to help. It was messy. Plaster is all over my kitchen. I still find little spots! That poor kitchen has paint stains, plaster spots, vinyl stuck to the floor. My house is new. OOPS.

But now, that 5 weeks have passed. I figured I should pull it out of the closet, and add the final touches. It was my morning plans.

Ah… I am kinda impressed with how it turned out! A little back story to explain the why’s to this bowl.

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*She is Irish ( hello green!) * Her name has mermaid connections * And Great oaks from little acorns grow. A saying in Ireland, and Acorn became our universal mascot for this whole pregnancy. We were the 3 little Acorns. She would be the Great Oak.

I need to find the right stand so it holds the bowl up. The Troblerone bar can’t stay. HA

I still have to put my journey book together. Mimic the one I sent them home with. But now, she will have her whole story to look back at. Conversations, photos, time I spend with her parents. Not a piece is missing. Well.. that’s not true..

a piece of my heart is. She has it. 

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