Or The Story Of Dino-Horse
Soon after the birth of my first child (which, by the way, was a mildly horrific home birth, which I will leave to another blog) I had a creative burst. I was still very much healing and very much on bed rest, but my hands were itching to create. I dug through my fabric bin and decided to make a small toy for the new tiny human in the house.
You have surely heard the old wives tale that pregnant women use 90% of their brain cells growing a baby a which results in "pregnancy brain", aka flakey-ding-dong moves on the daily. And any woman who has been pregnant can tell you- yes, pregnancy brain is real and...it never really goes away.
So there I was, happily crafting with a sleeping newborn next to me. I had decided on a little plush horse. I hand sewed the body and added a beautiful tail of yarn. And then, of course to finish it off, I began adding the row of spiked plates jutting down its neck and back. To the horse. Not a horse mane, but instead, spikes.
I did not even begin to think that something was not right with this creature. This was what horses looked like. To me. At that moment.
So there I was, happily crafting with a sleeping newborn next to me. I had decided on a little plush horse. I hand sewed the body and added a beautiful tail of yarn. And then, of course to finish it off, I began adding the row of spiked plates jutting down its neck and back. To the horse. Not a horse mane, but instead, spikes.
I did eventually realize my mistake and was absolutely dumbfounded by my own brain.
We still have dino-horse 6 years later.