June 3, 2008
My blogging has been rather pathetic of late. I am completely swamped and am really behind on everything. I have 3 meme’s that I have been tagged for and will eventually do. One of them calls for you to flip to page 123 of the book you are reading. So I flipped and it only had 120 pages. But as usual I am reading a book that I abandoned another book to read and have also partly abandoned this one to read something else. One of them is bound to have a page 123 in it.
The frantic craft fair prep has reminded me what made me decide not to do the last one. My mind is completely flooded with ideas. I have only got 2 more things that I have to make and 3 more things that I want to make for it and yet my mind is constantly turning over new possibilities. Is that enough/too much? What sort of table cover do I want? Do I want one? Is that made out of the right fabric? Is the price right? Which is all fine until it’s 2am and I really become a little desperate to get some sleep. I am having serious trouble waking up before noon because I can’t get to sleep until 3am. And lying in bed next to a snorer (much loved but a snorer is a snorer) for 3 or 4 hours thinkingamileaminute and staring at nothing is poke-your eyes-out, stick-your-pillow-on-his-face BORING. Even if I finish my stock this week the fair isn’t until July 19th. I’m going to be an utter mess by then!! For anyone coming to Craft 2.0 I’ll be the one with bags under my eyes muttering to myself. Come say hi!
On to other news. I talked to my visiting teacher and have said I will not be doing childcare for the company until we adopt. Until then I need a regular, steady job with reliable money. The bills need to be up to date and we need to have the money for baby gear and the legal fees at any time once we get into the waiting pool. So job hunting is on. Ugh. Ugh.
But it means I can sell all the kid stuff. It’s been listed online and is getting heaps of views so fingers crossed I get some money from it all. The one thing I can’t part from is the dolls cradle. Remember this revolting thing?
The mattress made me shudder and it was missing 3 bars. I made it a new mattress, a dolls quilt (so much for “I will never make a quilt!”), replaced the bars and gave it a new coat of paint and sealer. And now it’s one of those things that has become far too valuable to me to want to part with, especially when I am actively pursuing having my own child. So here is my masterpiece:
I’m hoping to make a fabric doll to go with it later in the year too. Because as we all know a childless 29 year old with a dolls cradle in her house is just that little bit less pathetic when she can explain that it’s there for sewing purposes.
Talk about verbal diarrhoea! Final thing, two updates: potential cat sighting on Sunday night, he may still be found yet. And we have an adoption information evening on June 25th. We can get the application pack thre or any time after that. Three weeks away tomorrow, I’m getting really excited about it!
Stay tuned, vintage embroidery give away next time I blog!
May 21, 2008
From my brain that is. I got sick of waiting for the childcare thing to happen, photographed and packed up all the books and toys ready to sell, moved my bookshelf back into the craft room (again) and was finally able to clear enough space in there to sew. And man, it felt good. It’s been so long since I did any crafting and even longer since I sewed. It really felt good to turn on the heater (it’s been bloody freezing lately and it’s not even fully winter), crank some mp3’s (but quietly cos it was midnight, just loud enough to drown the snores from the next room) and just create something. Now if I could just find the motivation to finish that half embroidered project thats been lying around for 3 weeks nagging at me.
I love linen. I love embroidery, especially redwork. I love bags. I sew. So I thought I would sew a redwork embroidered linen tote bag. And I did.
After the usual hassles - lining fabric that had bled all over itself in the wash (I always prewash now thankfully), no other lining fabric suitable and it was 11pm and I couldn’t possibly go back to bed until I had half made the bag and there was no lining!! Just the usual crafting dramas. But it’s done, I love it and it’s even better cos it’ll take pride of place on my Craft 2.0 stall on July 19th. I’m trying again with the craft fair thing and trying some different stuff. Variety helps I think.
Next on the list is a notebook cover. Or a book cover. Or both. But not a zippy pouch. I can’t find the zip. Not a good look without a zip.
Note to self: don’t write blogs at 2.30am, you’re just being a dick.
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.
