May 15, 2008
Waiting for work to begin with the next child. If it does. The parents that go through the agency tend to change their minds a lot apparently.
Waiting for payday. They told me the wrong day so I have one more to wait. Must buy fabric from superbuzzy!! I’m calling it my reward for surviving that first horror child. Yeah, whatever justifies buying fabric right?
Waiting to find something to replace this that doesn’t cost a fortune:
Waiting for inspiration to turn this pile into the projects they’re going to become.
Waiting for motivation to try turn my sewing room back into a sewing room from the junk room it has become. How on Earth did that even happen? That’s what the ‘computer suite’ is for!! Dave’s room, not mine! I think it’s time for a major destash. This house is well over twice as big as the old place and yet it’s slowly but surely filling up.
May 8, 2008
K-Fed would be spitting jealous if he heard my new nickname. P-Rex. I dropped into my brothers work today to kill some time and as it usually does the subject of my shortness came up. It’s guaranteed that he’ll mention either my shortness or fatness once per conversation and today shortness won. Apparently I have short stubby arms, so I mocked a T-Rex’s little arms as I left his shop. Yeah, sometimes I wonder how I ever got a boyfriend too. Anyway he said he’ll call me T-Rex and then not 5 minutes later I got this delightful text message from him:
I’m going to call you p-rex. Cos you have stunted short arms. And a big mouth. And a large tail “for balance”.
Delightful. Truly, he’s a catch with a mouth like that.
In completely unrelated news - and to give my blog some sort of maturity - here’s some prints and greeting cards I got printed today. The back left greeting card is waiting on Daves desk with a kissy kissy message in it and the two front left prints are destined for my shop in the next day or so.
April 30, 2008
I started care of that little 11 month old boy on Monday and today the care was stopped. These 3 days have been some of the worst of my life. He was so upset the whole time. And I was too. I burst into tears this morning, sobbed my head off and nearly did it again this afternoon at the park. The mother kept me waiting for THREE HOURS at the park before she turned up. He screamed for 2 of those hours. The company I work for have been fabulous thankfully and hopefully I will have a better work situation soon but for now I need to calm myself down and spend some time with my poor freaked out cat. I am working on a few ideas for the shop and also some personal embroidery for no other reason than I can now leave needles around again.
Hear that? The washing machine. Not nursery rhymes on repeat, not a screaming baby, not me crying, just clothes on the wash cycle. Music to my ears today. If I hear baa baa black sheep (or have to sing it) anytime in the next week I’ll scream.
April 22, 2008
Parents that read this will laugh themselves silly at me. I’ve cared for kids since I was 16, in their homes, in centres but never in my home. This is just so different. Their homes are set up for them, centres are set up to be safe for all kids to a point. My home, which I thought I did so well at childproofing (again, to a point) just screams HAZARD to me now. I had my first parent interview this morning with a couple and their 11 month old boy. Just starting to try walk - bye bye glass coffee table! Teething - sticking everything in his mouth. So looking around I can say the coffee table has to be swapped, that pot has to be moved, that stuff has to go, those have to be hidden, that has to be cushioned…and thats after I thought it was reasonably baby safe. Eep. Oh yeah, the cat was NOT happy about the intruders either. I have the scratches to prove it.
This is the results of 45 minutes of an 11 month old baby:
On the crafting front yesterday did not go well. Every craft I tried went wrong. I sewed my ‘go to’ craft, the little birds from Last Minute Patchwork + Quilted Gifts which I always make when I want to sew but have limited time. All went well until I poked the corners with the chalk pencil tip and it went sliding through the seam. I must have not caught the seam properly so that was the end of that poor little birdy.
Then I tried embroidery. The less said on that matter the better. Unpicking gets old fast is my only comment. Lets hope the crafts pick their game up this week.
April 15, 2008
I used to collect elephants. I still sort of do, except that the large majority of my elephants (approx 100 of them) have gone missing. Not good. They’ve just vanished off the face of the earth. I have lost two full boxes of them including ones bought by family, ex-boyfriends made of crystal, resin, glass, wood, stone. I have less than 20 left. I’m trying to avoid thinking of the cost of them all - close on $2000. I’ve also lost the Bunnykins plates and mugs we used as kids - as close to family heirlooms as we have had. Not good!!! There’s not a single place left to look for the elephants and only one possible place left to look for the Bunnykins stuff. This is really my year for losing stuff - cats, elephants, heirlooms. Ack.
On more cheerful stuff I am back on the happy pills and finally have my need to stitch back. I found this image from a book Hope thrifted and I just had to embroider the elephant. Starting my collection again, on the cheap anyway. And they came out super cute!!
April 6, 2008
I was fiddling with a pattern this weekend and thought I would share it with you. I’m not actually a cross stitcher, but I do like creating patterns. I have no idea how this will look stitched up, perhaps someone will do it and show me? Either way, here’s a free little something for anyone who might be looking for a free little something. (the black line at the bottom of his hat is optional, I couldn’t figure out how to remove it)
