Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The last two days, whilst small men slumber, I've been working on a custom library bag.  It felt so lovely to be lost in fabric and thread for a few sweet hours.  I love bit of freestyle sewing action.  These are my favourite things to make. A few questions about favourite things and colours and I'm left to my own devices. I would love to be able to tell you that I use templates and visofix and other useful applique tools ... but for me it's a pair of scissors and a rough sketch.  I cut out everything as I go along, iron, pin and sew it. I get to revisit the deepest darkest corners of my stash in search of the perfect combinations. I find it so incredibly relaxing. It has to do with being 'locked away' in our 'studio' down the back.  Just a few little snuffles and gentle breathing sounds wafting in via the baby monitor. No screaming.  No ansty pants. No food preparation.I don't know the little girl it will soon be winging its way too.  But I'm hoping she thinks it's a bit of alright.

Friday, February 24, 2012


This afternoon I sat with my first born.  After a couple of hours in town, in an effort to extricate her from the library, I said we could do some sewing. Together. Once the boys were sleeping.  On the sewing machine.  By herself. So, the boys slumbered and she learnt to sew.  Sew for the first time. And so she pinned.
She sewed.  Oh so gentle fairy fingers.  Just guiding fabric, not forcing.  Tiny hands. Lifting foot. Turning. Rounding corners.  My foot on pedal.  Her hands, sewing.
 Turning out.  So proud.  So pleased.  Sewing.  Sewed.
 Fluffing, stuffing. So ready to make more.  Keen and glowing.  Eyes twinkling. Excitedly chattering. My wee girl.
One slumbering on freshly made pillow. With fabric carefully chosen and sewed all by herself.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


I would like to share with you some photos of our latest adventure ... yesterday's visit to MONA.  Please find images of us at the Hobart Botanical Gardens.  MONA is closed on Tuesdays.  So much for waking up and being all spontaneous. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012


I have had this day marked on my calendar as 'unmissable'; the opening of Launceston's Farmer's Market, Harvest.  I've been keen as locally produced organic mustard. Well before this day dawned, plans were laid to get moving early; load up those smalls in the prams and walk in.  Loz was in too.  I move with precision when food is involved.  When it is time, noone even notices they are fed, dressed and in a pram with a bag of supplies packed, until we are walking out the front gate. I am a veritable market ninja. We have just returned and feel all warm and loved up and so full of food joy that I feel like lighting a cigarette and asking, 'how was it for you?', because for me it was wonderful.  We saw friends.  We ate pancakes.  We bought the goods. Today I'm the gal who brings home bacon.  I'm the buffalo (cheese) girl who went around the outside.  I'm home. But I'm so Arnie, I'll be back.  Put it on your calendar. Every Saturday 9-1pm, Cimitiere Street Carpark. Here's to bums that look like this because they've loaded up local.