There’s something about a new year, and the long expanse of summer holidays before us, that seems to get the creative juices flowing, and inspire a slew of new projects. Just this morning, I hit up the local fabric shop for supplies for the latest and greatest grand idea that’s popped up over the last few days…more on that one later! But with our “make
Last Christmas, influenced by my own increasing overwhelm at the sheer amount of stuff in our home, I wanted to do something more experience-based for our nieces, rather than a gift that my sister-in-law would have to find a home for and trip over for the next six months (quite possibly I am projecting my own toy-avalanche experience…) Obviously, we both had similar thoughts, because
Making, it seems, begets making. Once I’m on a roll with a project, I like to get stuck in and keep it rolling…until I hit a road block and put it away for a year. But once I get the creative mojo flowing, I can generally make good progress. After getting home from quilt camp, where I had been very productive in amongst all the
Way way back in 2011, at our very first quilt camp, there were six of us. In the way of all friendship groups, that initial group has changed and morphed over the years, to a different group of six, with one constant among all the adjustments. As much as the make-up changed, each and every quilt camp, 8 in total, not counting this year, I
Sometimes, I struggle with gift ideas all the way to the last minute before I leave for camp. This year, however, most of my ideas seemed to fall into place quite easily, and rather than my usual late nights trying to get it all done in time, this year I finished the first project almost a whole month before camp. In AJ‘s answers, she mentioned
It is a traditional each year, that at camp, we exchange gifts. (You can see my previous year makes here – 2017, 2015, 2014, 2012.1 2012.2 2012.3 2012.4 – 2016 & 2011 remain unblogged). This tradition started with our very first quilt camp, which was a hosted retreat at the end of November, the organiser suggested as the dinner was a Christmas theme, that we may wish to exchange
As a homeschooling mama of four small folks, my days have a pretty set pattern to them. On a good day, I would call it a soothing rhythm. On a less charitiable day, I would call it relentlessly repetitive. Wake up. Stare into my coffee until my brain wakes up. Work through my morning time routine. If I’m lucky, even manage a shower and make the
One would think, when one no longer has children at mainstream school, one would be free of bookweek costume madness. One would be wrong. It seemed like a good idea when we RSVPed to our homeschool group’s bookweek event. The three big kids were reasonably easy to kit out – one went as Willy Wonka in a recycled costume, one wanted a Deltora Quest style
Every now and then, one of us in our quilt camp group will get a burst of organisational energy, and declutter our craft rooms, and arrive at camp fully laden with goodies to pass on. Such was the case in 2016, when Kylie brought a whole box of stuff for us to go through. I scored a set of gelatos, and a pack of project
Sometimes, I look at my blog list in Feedly, or my instagram feed, and have no recollection of how I first found someone. Especially these days when my Feedly is so empty, I wonder how I ever came across someone in the first place, especially my old-school favourites. As much as I love Pinterest (and sometimes dislike it immensely, because like all things, algorithms do
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