My good friend Ashley agreed to help me make a nursing cover. Is it perfect? Not even close. Did I have fun making it? You bet, and I guess that's all that matters. When I picked out the fabric the lady cutting it was like "oh this looks like olives in a martini glass" (typical Wisconsin reaction)then she got a funny look on her face when I told her what I was making. I'm hoping people don't think I'm some drunkard that is slippin' the baby some devils brew. If my baby sleeps through the night you may question me but for now the "olive martini" nursing cover says nothing about my parenting skills.