Ironically, I was invited on the Heartland Back to School Blog Tour. I say ironically hopefully not in an Alanis Morissette way, I mean ‘rain on your wedding day’ is simply unfortunate, it’s not ironic. Continue reading
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I made a pair of Sarouel Trousers. I love them. Now scroll on to the ‘pretty’ pictures at the end.
It’s got to that point now where I can’t choose Darcy’s clothes for her any more. At all. She has to be involved in the making process all the way. From choosing the fabric, to choosing the pattern to choosing the detail, the length. EVERYTHING. It’s a pain because it takes longer. But in the long run at least I know she’ll wear what I make her. Well actually, not always. Arrrgggh! It’s not easy having a 9 year old with an opinion*. Continue reading
I feel proud and smug at the same time if it’s something I’ve made. It’s much more of a compliment than “Did you make that?”.
Last week whilst out with my girls a lady stopped us, “They look lovely, in their matching outfits” she said nodding towards my girls.
“Thank you” I replied, resisting the urge to splurt out ‘I made their clothes’.
I’m not like my mum, my mum looks about 20 years younger than she actually is. She always has done, well not before she was 40, that would be weird. But at any opportunity (or even when there isn’t an opportunity) she mentions her age. If fishing for compliments were an Olympic event, she’d win the gold medal. Continue reading
My daughter has an insane obsession with swimming hats (yes swimming hats). She’s had a thing about them since she was 2. It’s the texture. “I like smooth things,” she says. Plastic pencil cases come a close second but swimming hats are her absolute favourite ‘smooth thing’. Continue reading