It's A Celebration, Bitches

I have been dying of a headcold (the worst headcold. Ever) for the last 5 days so I haven't been keeping up with my google reader. I opened it this morning and was horrified so I promptly closed it. I'll be going back to work tomorrow - I'll deal with it then :)

Being sick has meant that I've had a lot of free time. Besides sleeping and ... umm ... dying, I also had time to do some sewing. Let me just say, I am not an artsy person. Also, I cannot figure out how to use a sewing machine. I can, however, make these:

My mother, bless her, calls them "soft sculpture" - I call them "those things I make, you know, out of felt and embroidery floss." I make them for friends when they have babies. This week I decided to depart from baby names. It all started with a call from my brother. He plays hockey so he pretty much lives wherever his hockey team is located. In the past 2 years he's lived in Port Alberni, Trail and now Penticton. This weekend his team is on a road trip, playing the lower mainland teams. This means we actually get to see him. It also happens to be his 20th birthday. My sisters and I always joke about being Westy's cheering squad but we've never followed through on our threats to bring embarassing signs to his games. Unfortunately for him, I had a lot of spare time this week.