When I got pregnant with Alice , we converted our office/craft room into her room. My sewing machine and piles of associated sewing / craft stuff was relegated to the guest room and closet. While picking up a sewing machine and carrying it downstairs to the dining room doesn’t seem like that overwhelming a task, I dread it and will knit a sweater or bake ten pies before I carry the machine down a flight of stairs. Of course when I do drag the machine downstairs, I take over the dining room and often spill into the kitchen, much to the chagrin of my clean-freak husband. And of course since Alice was born and we have another on the way, there are eleventy billion cute little baby projects that I must sew. During my maternity leave, I spent hours sewing during Alice ’s marathon newborn naps, the sewing machine humming along while she slept peacefully in her little swing. Sewing these days requires much more planning and usually only takes place during the