inspiring a playfully creative life
It’s interesting how completely my mindset around finishing a project has changed over the last two years. Once upon a time, in The Before, binding was my least favourite part of quilting. Even knowing a finish was in sight, and that it actually wasn’t that bad of a job, I would put it off as long as I could. Even at the time, I knew
One week in, and it’s interesting the difference in mindset from last year. Last year, it was fun and exciting and fresh. This year it’s…normal. Not that that’s a bad thing – in fact, I think it’s good. It means I’ve integrated my me-made items so effectively they are just regular clothes and not really anything special. Narrowing down my options to me-made besides a
When I set my April mini goals, I mentioned in my post that I found it hard, and felt unfocused. With April done and dusted, “unfocused” could have been the word for the month. The two long weekends and three short weeks definitely didn’t help. I did zero clothes sewing to prep for winter. I’m behind on the new classes. I didn’t touch the new
A pinch & a punch for the first of the month…and not only is it a new month, but that month is May. Which means its time for Me Made May! I participated for the first time last year, and it was such a watershed moment in my me made adventures, that I can’t wait to do it again. It’s such a fun way to
Two long weekends in a row and the crafty hangover is in full force. It’s been a 10 day long craftapalooza, and real life had hit with a rather spectacular thud. Not helping the situation is a sleepless night thanks to an unwell (but not plague unwell) child. Somehow I’ve gotten to the Wednesday of the third short week in a row, the third week
The last week or two, there’s definitely been an autumn vibe in the air. I even mentioned to my friends, it feels like fire weather. Not that it’s cold, cool yes, cold no. Certainly not cold enough to justify a fire overnight. But there’s something about those cool evenings and windy days, the hint of the scent of dying leaves, that make me think of
March has been and gone, in a whirlwind of quilts and crochet and books and school work and school break. I’ve held reasonably well to my March goals. I managed to keep my scrolling to a minimum, and aside from a wee bit of a Bridgeton mini binge the last few evenings, I’ve stuck to my desire to avoid regular binge watching of an evening.
Over the last couple of years, I have fallen head first into my love of handmade garments. I’ve sewn shorts and shirts, knits & wovens. I’ve used pdf patterns and paper patterns and vintage patterns and made my own. I’ve knitted and crocheted jumpers and headbands. I even attempted (and fell in love with) lingerie sewing. Box after box of a sewists bucket list ticked
Back in January of 2020, before we really knew what was coming, we made a decision that would end up with us living in an ideal location to ride out those crazy first two years of the pandemic. And beyond, really. It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, and neither are we. We are blessed with plenty of wide open spaces, which was a sanity
During the Great Finishathon Of 2020, I knitted a jumper, that sparked a new love of hand knit garments. Ahead of Me Made May last year, I took a look at my handmade wardrobe, and knitwear still remained a rather large large hole in the collection. For an autumn challenge especially, I wanted to add som mid-season knits that could carry me from a cool
