My sewing and crafting mojo left me. No notice. No “if you please”. It just went. For someone who plays fantasy sewing projects in her head when separated from her sewing room, this can be devasting. Imagine writer’s block, but with fabric. Fabric calls to you. Inspiring you to make it into all sorts of gorgeous somethings. With my mojo gone, it was silent. To make matters worse, it was December. December! Running up to gift giving time. Oh. Too. Cruel.
There was one project that I could not let slip. I had planned it in November. Let me set the scene. On Christmas Eve, the children each receive a new pair of pyjamas, a book and a special hot choc. It’s a gentle and calm way to settle them down, before heading to bed, on a night heightened with excitment. Admittedly, they’ve all reached the stage where they no longer find it difficult to slip off to sleep, but it’s a tradition and no one is ready to let go of it.
One day, I will manage to make all three of them pjs, ready to gift on Christmas Eve, but this was not the year. I was thrilled to find the Little Bear pjs, from Next. I added the three children size sets to my basket. Punched the sky and knew I was winning at this parenting thing, if only momentarily.
Then, I spotted the grown-up versions. A Daddy and Mummy Bear version. Should I? I wasn’t sure I could commit to a full on family look, but I was sorely tempted. Although without a dog version on offer, it was always going to be a compromise. Half complete. I mean, she would have stood out. Continue reading
I have a dream every year. To make a homemade Christmas. Every part of it handmade. Admittedly, there is also part of me that would quite happily go away for Christmas and leave it for someone else to do, but that’s unlikely.
It does appeal.
I had a feeling this year, that it had been less of a homemade triumph. Then sifted through my photos last night, I realised that there were lots of little bits of homemade goodies. I had made socks as gifts, handprinted wrapping paper and, not forgetting, the home baked food. Continue reading
I’m not sure what my Grandmother would say, but I’ve cut up her curtains. The ones she used to put up in her front room in the winter. I’ve also cut up an old maternity dress of mine. I’m not going to use it again.
Why? Well I had requests for two cloaks. The curtains and the dress were the right colours and the right amount of fabric. Their time had come.
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