The End of Summer…

Sounds a bit E. M. Forster that, but is clearly not that literary. My boy has (finally) started school and the weather has turned. All of this is good. I was looking over some photos that I’d taken on Instagram over the past couple of months, where I thought not a lot had happened that super exciting, or bright, or creative. But it had. We’ve moved house and there are small corners of the house that are emerging from boxes and beginning to have a ‘look’ of us about them…and not just dust bunnies and lost socks. We took the … Continue reading The End of Summer…

Patience -a virtue begrudgingy learned.

I am not a patient person. No matter how fast broadband becomes it will never be quicker than turning a page in a magazine or book, and even then, that can be too slow. Projects get started and then I get excited about the next, then the next, turning what I’m doing into a chore. My relationship with my smartphone is tempestuous and unforgiving -accessible, yet demanding, ever present, but not quite close enough to the information I wanted to have an hour ago. And this is not good. It means I stop enjoying the hand crafted projects I undertake … Continue reading Patience -a virtue begrudgingy learned.

It’s not all cooing and crochet…

Well, maybe a little bit…quite a lot… This week one of Sam’s awesome key workers at nursery goes on maternity leave (boo!). She’s brilliant and has him pegged to the extent that we’re scared of her too…And she is used as a threat throughout the area when kids misbehave at meal times “we’ll tell Kelly!” I’m thinking about seriously pretending to Sam that I have her phone number and I’ll dob him in even though she isn’t there. So a lovely lady deserves a nice gift -more baby blanket making this week. It’s a pretty simple on for crochet-nuts: soft … Continue reading It’s not all cooing and crochet…

My Fabric Family Tree…

I’ve been tidying and having a sort out recently(were hopefully selling our house) and I realised that I have something of a fabric obsession. It’s genetic. Can’t argue with it. Then I got me a thinking about where all these pieces came from, and there were some good times…Some pretty icky screaming baby times too, but I realised I have quite the stash to pass on to my kids and family in the future. Nice thought that. 1. (Mum) Sam’s Birth 2008;2. (Aimee) Hattie’s Birth 2012;3. (Mum) Hattie’s Birth 2012;4. (Me!) Whilst pregnant with Hattie 2012;5. (My Nan) My Birth … Continue reading My Fabric Family Tree…