Sea Creature, Soft Sculpture, Mobile Madness
When I was between 6 and 7 months pregnant my husband and I embarked on our babymoon. I didn't have any idea about babymoons until my own pregnant belly was watermelon-sized, cute sweater tights were a thing of my past, and stretchy maternity jeans were my very best friend. Ours was a quiet week spent on the California coast at a friend's house in the storybook town of Sea Ranch.
We were unplugged on our babymoon: no internet, no cell service, no wifi. And so we spent our evenings like any expecting couple might spend their final vacation before their first child is born--making a mobile, of course! The blue whale is my favorite. He later became the nursery mascot. And the sea turtle was reminiscent of a long ago trip to Hawaii (lifetimes ago, it seems).
But mostly, at the time, I was writing a new batch of poems and researching sea mammals. I was fretting about oil spills, swirling islands of plastic, and the rising toxicity levels in sea creatures as a result of our human pollution. Boo! But more simply, I was falling in love with the sea. Living near the coast, as my own belly filled with fluid and my own mammal curled and kicked and flipped, I imagined he was a tiny creature of the ocean. That somehow he swam from the horizon of the water, up to the shore, over the cliff, and magically took residence in my melon-sized belly.
I used to call him my swishy fish. I used to imagine he was my very own tiny blue whale kept safe by my expanding belly. So I made the mobile to hang in his nursery--a felty blue whale to keep me company until my own little blue whale was born. Never mind that blue whales weigh about 6,000 pounds at birth. Mine was a TINY blue whale, you see, coming in at just 7 pounds 8 ounces.
PS--In mobile news, my cloud mobile won the Lotta Jansdotter challenge. Hooray for soft sculpture!