…time jumps…

As a little girl, I was forever fascinated with my mum’s sewing box. It was one of the iconic plastic Singer boxes, recognisable to any 90s kid with a sewing-inclined mother (or to the sewing mothers themselves!). My mum’s was a bright lime green – almost a memeworthy colour. “Tell me you sewed in the late 80s without telling you […]

…me made may week four & wrap…

It’s funny how quickly something becomes a habit. I got up yesterday, and slipped on a me-made hoodie, to wear with the me-made leggings I’d worn to bed. Once my chores were done and it was time to get going for the day and get dressed, I thought how nice it was to have a full run of my wardrobe […]

…quilt camp 2019 – the joy of giving…

Some years, I find it really quite easy to decide what I am making everyone for our now-traditional quilt camp gifts. Often one of us will be down a particular crafty rabbit hole, or will have made a comment that sticks into camp folklore and is full of inspiration. Other times, like this year, we are all floating along, with […]

…weekend flash backs…

Over the weekend, we had a houseguest. Our “guest room” is actually now the school room, and what used to be the formal lounge became a part time guest room after setting up a dedicated school space. In the interim, however, we managed to pick up a second hand piano on Gumtree, and that space is now a music room. […]

…rainbow clutch…

There’s a certain form of conversation that one has with one’s creative enablers, that balances on a knife edge. It could fall either way, but chances are something (or, knowing me, someONE), is likely to get cut… Now that we are out of the baby & toddler stage, I no longer need to cart a heap of stuff with us […]

…Kindle Cover 2.0…

Three weeks into September, and we are well and truly in the thick of birthday season. There has been more cake than we are capable of eating. Countdowns and sleepless nights and early mornings and a rolling festival of celebrating our four favourite little people. This year, our beautiful Bear turned 12. TWELVE. I’m not really sure how that happened. […]

on babywearing with my baby

It’s long been a fun game. “Mama! Slinky!” they would call, and come find me, baby (theirs, not mine), tucked under their arm, a muslin wrap trailing along behind them. They would cuddle their baby and hold their arms out while I tied up some approximation of my own sling, and off we could toddle, each wearing our own babies. […]