This past Sunday we made a baby sleeping hammock! We’d heard of them and they seemed like such a great way to start a new human off in the world, as opposed to being lost in a giant crib. So, we eaded off to e-bay, looked at quite a few of them and were about to buy one when we thought hey – we can do this ourselves! So a trip to spotlight, a raid on the recycled timber stash downstairs, some retired climbing gear, a bargain at the hardware store and a few hours later, we’ve got 90% of a hammock made.
I should post a photo, but I’ll do that when its all finished. Just a mattress to go – needing some advice from the sewing guru, my mum.
It was a good antidote to being spanked again by the old organ pipes on Saturday – attempting to read the crux moves of third bird resulted in some education about boldness, trust and footwork, via sliding out of a hand jam and reducing my skin cover somewhat. Yeeow! Bring on a face climbing mission next…