My plan, for quilt camp, was to get a quilt top together. I packed light this year – a mere three projects. My big one was my 2012 block of the month. Each month, it would roll in, it’s little packet tempting me… c’mon, it would say, you know you want to… but there was always housework or children or other projects that demanded my
Ah, camp gifts. The dilemma of what to make – with a whole year to come up with an idea and get them made, of course I would leave it until the week before camp to change my mind, decide on a new project and make seven of them. Where’s the fun in a project if you aren’t madly sewing the day before to get
I fell off ye olde Blogtoberfest bandwagon, didn’t I? Last weekend, I was unwell. On the Friday, I went from tired with a yucky throat, to exhausted and swallowing golf balls within a couple of hours. I hit publish on the post sharing the boys birthday cakes, collected the children from their various activities, and took myself off to bed. The cakes I wrote about
In the depths of my WIP box, I found a pinny. A well loved little linen pinafore from the now defunct TillyTom, made from some of my favourite Echino linen. It had lost a button, and, well, mending isn’t eaxctly one of my favourite jobs, so into the box it went for “another day”…until one day was too late and the size 1-2 pinny wouldn’t
The final frontier of my recent decluttering and clean-out was finishing up my studio. Yeah, that old chestnut. But enough was enough. Last week Car & I had a few craft-room-cleaning-sprints – we would catch up on Facebook, and then on the count of three, go our hardest for 15 solid minutes before reporting back. I found the first one, after 5 minutes I was
You would think, having shared a “must make” list back in January, that by the time July rolled around I would have every made that I wanted to take on our trip. So then why did I find myself sitting up until midnight every night, the week before our trip? Because I am a gold-medal level procrastinator, that’s why. What I was aiming for, was
Beetle is a shocker for kicking his blankets off. One night last week I was up three times between 1am and 5am, basically because he was cold. Fun times. So on the weekend I hit up my stash, and got busy making him a sleeping bag. Today I want to share with you my super easy, very non-technical, zero measuring sleeping bag tutorial. To
The pile of patterns from my mum were best categorised, for the most part, as “dear goodness the 90s weren’t good for anyone were they?”, but in between the wide-collar jumpsuits (adults) and smocked dresses (toddlers), I hit the jackpot. Based on the newspaper on which a pattern piece was traced on, the pattern dates from at least 1957. My favourite snippet of the paper
It varies, from week to week, from pilot, to engineer, to inventor. Though I guess they all have an engineering kind of common thread running through them. He’s a child who loves to know how things work, who’ll question and think and question some more. As a toddler, he spoke early and spoke constantly – especially “why?”. “Why why why why but why mummy? ”
I am so excited to finally be able to show you this quilt. I have shared the centre medallion previously, but have had the final photos under embargo until this week when the quiltalong wraps up. {round of applause for the excellent quilt-holding-and-foot-modelling skills of Mr Barefoot} It is a quilt, quite literally, built on blood, sweat & tears. From the three days of
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