Denny and I put together a petite penitentiary crib on Saturday, and on Sunday I made a bedskirt for it.

I am horrified by the concept of a bedskirt. For a while there, Denny was trying to talk me into getting one for our bed, but I was too busy shuddering in disgust to answer him. I think maybe I had the wrong image of them. I envisioned a poofy, drapey thing that looks like it could have been taken from one of Scarlet O’Hara’s gowns. Some of them are like that, seriously. I couldn’t figure out why Denny would be in favor of such a thing.

I later learned they needn’t be that bad. The one I made has very clean lines—no poofing, no bows, just a nice butter yellow with a very subtle Classic Pooh embroidered pattern. It disguises the contents of the drawer under the crib, and it gives the whole thing a finished look. I’ll take a picture once we get the room a little more set up. We have a changing table set to be delivered this week, though I don’t know when we’ll have time to set it up, since we’ll be gone this weekend.

Putting the crib together wasn’t too bad, except I think the drawer glides might have had the pre-drilled holes in the wrong places. We couldn’t make it match the diagram, and then once we got it together, we had to do a little fiddling to make the drawer stop in the right place. But it all worked out.

It’s hard to imagine little Bisqui will hang out (if not sleep, perhaps) in there. It looks so huge right now.

ALSO, I would like to announce that, despite my recent complaints about the frumpiness of maternity fashions, I’m feeling kind of cute today.  My whining should not be interpreted as a lack of gratitude to my wonderful cousin who lent me the clothes; most of them are about as nice as maternity fashions come.  There’s just no avoiding the fact that pregnant women feel schlubby.

Anyway, today I’m wearing another item from Boutique Debi, and I really like it.  It is a nice, crisp white cotton shirt with a little drawstring in the underboob area.  I feel vaguely professional!