I don't know if you know this about me, but I have commitment issues when I shop. It drives Mr. Llama absolutely batty, and I get it, I really do, because I remember being a kid and watching my mom shop in some household store and wanting to rip my hair out. It's just not super interesting watching other people shop for things you're not into, and its worse when you wait and wait for them to find the perfect thing, and then they flake out at the very end.
This week we had one of those unfortunate occurrences. I convinced my poor, long-suffering husband to drive me to Joanne's where I was convinced I would buy a pattern and all the cloth I might need to make myself some pocket diapers that I could pre-stuff for on the go cloth diapering.
As soon as we got there, Leighton headed for the Savers next door as I made my way to the clearance fabric section were I agonized for 45 minutes about whether or not I wanted to buy some fabric for a new ring sling or a wrap. Ultimately, I decided not to, so I headed back to the patterns where I found one pattern for a pocket diaper with soakers. I picked it up and thought I'd go ahead and use the fabric suggestions on the back to guide my purchases, because I mean, what do I really know about making a cloth diaper?
Turns out you need a water proof, breathable fabric, something with wicking abilities thats soft on baby's bottom, elastic, and some velcro. And polyester thread. And if you ask the lady at the fabric cutting station where you can find a water-proof, breathable fabric, she will direct you (after you wait ten minutes to talk to her) to the Polyurethane Laminate (PUL) fabrics in the diaper making section (yeah, I didn't know it existed either) of the store. There, you will find just a few different colors and patterns-- none of which you're willing to pay almost 15 bucks a yard for --and you will continue to agonize and pick up a ton of different things you will need for your sewing adventure before you realize that making these things would cost you more than just ordering them pre-made. C'est la vie.
And that's when it happens. You take a deep breath, put everything back, pray your husband doesn't freak out because you spent an hour and a half shopping without purchasing anything again, and leave the store.
Welcome to the life of an indecisive shopper.
Now if you made it to the end of this you may have a cookie.
Also, look at a picture of my baby!