Broken Moon!

Yesterday morning, Miss 2 was looking out the window and saw the waning moon. She said: "I see moon! It's broken!"

Mr BB and I tried so hard to contain laughter. I reckon this comment is fair enough really!

Next comment was: "It's ok... Daddy fix it later."

Go on Mr BB, up on your ladder!

Craft post soon - crochet a-plenty as always when on mental health break.

j

When the going gets tough - the tough get sewing

I have had tonsilitis all week, however have only just had time to notice. Mother-martyrdom prevented me from giving in to it. I say Mother-martyrdom, as I at least recognise the 'quality' I see in others, which is the 'life must go on', "I don't have time to be sick" mantra. I had made commitments to people, had babysitting to perform, hubby was away...)

In a last ditch effort to have some time to myself, nurture my heart, and find my sewjo, I hooked up with a dear friend and had an afternoon of childless sewing.

Let me set the scene.

An abandoned dining room, now permanently set up with:
Sewing machine and overlocker.
SIX large plastic storage boxes of fabrics.
TWO large plastic storage boxes of patterns.

MORE of both in the spare wardrobe.

Bottomless cups of tea.

Sliding Doors on in the background (mmm, John Hannah).

Table for cutting patterns.

Ironing station for pressing seams.

NO kids to disturb.

Magnificent cantaloupe/rockmelon (depending in which side of the Murray you grew up on).

Sushi train for dinner, (no rice paper rolls...)


Mamma Mia at the movies for dessert (yes, I went back for seconds).



Beautiful day.

Results:

One top cut out (me, the Simplicity 3835 that's all the rage ATM)
Two tops from start to finish (her)
One pair of pants cut and sewed (me)
One bib (me, for a friend's recent TWELVE POUND fourth child!)
Four items mended (us)

And the best night's sleep in ages.

Thanks K for a soulful day.

x

Getting going 'gain...

It's been a while since the Janome and I had a date. Moving house, packing the stash, relocating things and still not having a set sewing space, have all combined, and I have no motivation.

However, a thrifted silk skirt (too small for my ample hips!) became a bag on the weekend, huge and roomy, with bamboo handles which make a lovely clunk when they meet. This one will stay with me I think.

While the machine was out, I made a skirt for Miss 2. Miss 2 loves twirling, and I love this Indonesian, rainbow batik fabric from work, so she got a new full-circle skirt for spinning in.


Today, dolly got a matching one..... (She and Mr Jess are watching the news...)


Do I have too much time on my hands?!?

Either way, it's nice to get going again.

j