Meeting the Couch Man

Such a delightful catchup with all the New South Welsh Men and Women, but I am glad to be home! I love holidays, and I love the feeling of RETURNING too; coming back to our nest. I must say though, it is very strange nest at the moment. Dada has taken ALL the children on a roadtrip to Coles Bay. We decided when we came home it was a good time to change all our rooms around before heading off again. But when it was time for us to leave for Coles Bay there was still furniture all over the house and junk everywhere. Coming home to that would be more than we could handle so Dada took the adventurous route of travelling with three littlies while I stayed home to create order out of chaos. I think I have managed enough for everything to feel fresh when the children and Mick arrive. Oh my we have sooo much clutter. Does anyone else suffer from clutter? It has been wonderfully refreshing to let it go. I will have to get it all out of the house soon because even now, in this moment of freedom, there is a temptation to go back into those garbage bags and pull a few things out. What is it with stuff that holds us so?  Deep sigh. I remember the days of traveling with just a backpack…. Come to think of it even my backpack was heavy with stuff!  ugh. It’s everywhere.

Whilst in NSW, I went to the mountains and spent a momentary breath with my dear friend Amanda. (hello!) She is an amazing woman and everytime I see her I come home a few centimetres taller. Do you know anyone who does that for you? Just lovely. It’ s like I am stretched and encouraged and blessed and filled out with friendship. So now I am daydreaming about regular tea drinking and crafting sessions, and wondering if I lived near her if I would end up a giant? Most likely. Good friends are such a treat. For the moment we will have to suffice with virtual spaces to grow…

Whilst at Amanda’s house I met a new friend. I didn’t catch his name, so for the time being I shall call him the Couch Man. That is where I met him. He is one groovy and comfortable fellow. A very  good listener, and warm. I should like to have warmth as one of my own characteristics, so I hung out with him for a while. He had a great deal of knowledge about stuff. He was full of it! He looked after little Finn; was good with the children. And after they all went to bed he shared a beer with Mick. That pretty soon put them to sleep and that was the end of that. What a funny fellow to have around.

Sharing a beer

Snoozing

Birthday Buttons

Personalised Buttons for a birthday treat!

We had a lovely day celebrating all the December birthdays on Saturday. (All except for Christ of course; He gets his own party!) I felt so incredibly organized the day before. I had done all the cooking, cleaned, vacuumed, and polished the silver…(cough).  It wasn’t until quite late in the afternoon that I realised I had forgotten about the PRESENTS! Oh my! You can’t have a birthday without a little gift to celebrate the ones you love. So I hitched my skirts again and headed into the Craft Nook. (The hope is that if I give the room a real name, it will manifest itself into my desired studio space – a bit like Peter, “the rock”.) Hey Presto! I bought some of these little self covering button kits a while back thinking I would put them on some of my children’s clothes, but of course other ideas and plans buried them under the garden of my craft bed. It was the perfect time for them to sprout. They are SO easy to make and are SO effective. I planned to pick an appropriate piece of material and throw them together into a little posy of hair bands…BUT then I had the brilliant idea of embroidering them. I’m sure someone else has had this brilliant idea before, but it hadn’t occurred to me until just then. Because buttons are so small there is not much time involved in making a gorgeous personalised present for someone. The perfect gift for a busy mama to give to her precious nieces.  I really hope they enjoy wearing them as much as I enjoyed making them. Happy Birthday Jaqui and Meg! (and Finn, and Greg, and….me!)

Ode to Flourbags

The humble flourbag reinvented

Oh the flourbag, the flourbag,

the humble faithful flourbag.

The dusty handprints on my dress

remind me of the daily mess

that comes with having bread and tea

made fresh and hot with littlies.

All because the flourbag,

the flourbag, the flourbag,

is overflowing with the soot

of stone ground wheat ready to cook.

And then the bag? What shall we do?

Lets make a pair of pants for you!

Who’d have thought the humble flourbag could be so useful? Todays flourbag feat was to turn into a pair of trousers for little Finn. We can add that to the list of flourbag wonders… potato printed placemats, party bags, napkins, library bags….and trousers. I was very impressed with how these ones came out. My crawly aroundy baby can now have organic stone ground wholemeal plain flour protected knees as he makes his way around the carpet. I love this pattern for baby bloomers (pg 49) from Making Children’s Clothes by Emma Hardy. It fits an enormous cloth nappy in, and looks just as good with a weeny disposable bot! ( I left out the leg elastic so they looked a little less girly for my son.

   Sorry this photo is a bit blurry – it’s so exciting that Finn is getting FAST!  Today he spent the morning zooming around the loungeroom while I pottered about sewing birthday presents for my nieces and a christmas present for the girls. Shhhh! Don’t tell them what it is. I have hidden it in a bag in the top of my cupboard. Don’t think that will stop them unwittingly finding it. It is amazing how inquisitive they are, and even though they haven’t got to the age where they actively go and seek the presents out, they still manage to somehow find them. The other day Yasmin came out of her rest time with a little suitcase packed with her dolls clothes. A little suitcase that I had hidden on the top shelf of my wardrobe and earmarked for a paint job and metamorphoses into a nurses kit… needless to say it was surreptitiously UNPACKED and put inside a pillowcase under the bed.

Tomorrow we are having all the family around. I am going to send the children out to find a christmas tree and then get them all to decorate it. I am looking forward to seeing all the decorations hanging down low! Perhaps Dada can get up high to put the star on the top! I love this time of year. The nativity scene on the table reminds me of our own small piece of peace. Thanks be to God.

Rag bags are glad bags

Rag bags are glad bags!

I recently went up to Coles Bay for a few days with some friends. (Hi mel!)  Between us there were lots of baby sleep times which meant we spent a fair bit of time in the house…just….waiting….for…..them….to….wake. Some people may have found this frustrating considering the weather wasn’t bad  and the Freycinet challenge was afoot.  But for me, it was sooo relaxing having very little to do and lots of space to do it. I took up a whole pile of old t-shirts and got snipping and repurposing. In no time at all there before me was a magnificent basket and a new (old) beachbag! It is amazingly satisfying to create something useful out of something worn and old. The trick to whipping up one of these baskets rapidly is to use a REALLY big crotchet hook, and some stretchy fabric. The most time consuming part is cutting up your “yarn”. But get a good left brain conversation going while you are at it, and how the time flies! Here are some basic instructions:

What you need:

Old t-shirts (about 8 for the basket pictured), Fabric scissors (or any sharp ones on hand), 15mm crotchet hook, big stitch marker(optional- keyring works well!)

A basket for your rags?

Directions:

Cut the hem off the bottom of the first t-shirt (this bit crotchets up a bit thick and bulky). Begin cutting around the t-shirt from the bottom up in a spiral so you have one continuous length of what will become your yarn. 1.5-2cm wide should give you a relatively firm basket. Cut all the way up to the armpits. (You can use the sleeves and the top of the shirt too, when you ge to it. Cut back and forth instead of around.  I find these bits make great rags for the shed so I don’t bother.) Wind the yarn into a ball as you go. Do the same for all the other t-shirts. If you don’t like joining in ends while you are crotcheting, you can sew the ends of your balls together and make one GIANT ball before you start but it is a little more awkward to work with!

Yarn? Ball!

Start crotcheting! I find with little ones around I lose my count fairly regularly, so I like to put a stitch marker (an old key ring works well if your knitting ones are too small) around the first chain to remind me where the round started.

THE BASIC BASE:

Chain (ch) 6 and join into a ring with a slip stitch (sl st).

Round 1: ch 1, 11single crotchet (sc) into ring, sl st into first chain. (total of 12 sts)

Round 2: ch 1, 1sc into sl st, 2sc in each space of round 1, sl st to first ch to end round (24 sts)

Round 3: ch 1, 2sc in next space, ( 1 sc in next space, 2sc in next space)Rpt to end. sl st to join round (36 sts)

Continue inreasing 12 sc on each round. ie increase every 3rd stitch on next round, every 4th stitch on the round after that and so on until the base is as big as you desire. (The pictured basket has 60 stitches – 5 rounds) If the base begins to curl upwards increase more stitches on each round. If it begins to ripple then do a round or two without increasing until it flattens out. (It depends a bit on your yarn and the size of your hook as to how this works out!)

UP THE SIDES:

continue crotcheting rounds without increasing until it is as deep/high as you like! (The pictured basket is 14 rounds high)

THE FINAL ROWS: (nearly there!)

Round 1: Ch 1, (1sc in each of the next 5 spaces, Decrease one) rpt to end, sl st to join the round (52 sts)

Round 2: Ch 1, 1sc in each space around, sl st to join the round. TIE OFF END. Weave in loose ends. WAHLAH! Teasure from trash!

Trash to treasure

An easy way to carry your beach gear in a t-shirt

For the beach bag I basically did the same thing, but used thinner strips of t-shirt yarn. I also used a double crotchet, instead of a single.  (These two things combined make it a bit more holey and stretchy.) Oh, and I chained some handles onto the top.

Magic trousers

The other week I discovered this pair of trousers in my scrap knitting box. They must have been lurking there for a while unbeknownst to me. I emptied the box out late in the afternoon – in a vague effort to find something interesting for my lovely 1 year old to play with while I cooked dinner- and lo and behold the trousers metaorphosized on the floor.  All I had to do was sew them up. One minute a jumble of misshapen squares, a fanciful flukish flick of the wrist and wahlah, there before me were the trousers. Suddenly my mind was opened up to an entire wardrobe made out of simple granny squares!

Ava's magic trousers

Ava's magic trousers

Don’t you love it when things just seem to create themselves?

Deliberation

In my HUGE four hours a week of childfree time, this week I am going to take stock and deliberate. My overlocker is broken and all my projects seem just too difficult without it….what was life like before I had machines? Lots of slow hand stitching and spinning…..deliberation while I sewed. Deliberation has become somewhat of a lost art in my household since I have had children. I can’t seem to wake up early enough to beat the rush of weetbix and yoghurt, I can’t seem to settle long enough amidst the endless endless questions of the day, and I can’t seem to raise my eyelids without my eyes crossing after 9pm. (deliberation with my eyes closed?  Heh heh deep meditatve slumber more like) So today, I am focusing on arriving home. I landed, unpacked and washed over two weeks ago. I have been snuggling with my husband and children for a fortnight, and yet only yesterday did I begin to feel like I was actually home. I have settled a little, my feet are beginning to reattach to the roots under the floorboards. I had a wonderful journey in China. It was amazing to visit a country with such a rich and vast history of people. Chengdu is beautiful and ravaged and sad and hopeful all at once. It is in reflecting that I guess the full impact of this incredible place will begin to seep into my being and settle with me at home. Ah, to journey and come home again. To let the land pass through me and leave me richer and more blessed where I am. I loved China. I love China. I love its people. Going there has reminded me of how precious we all are. Underneath the surface- without the distractions of language and culture- we all long for the same things, even if we can’t put a name to them.                Ellen

The GREAT Wall

The GREAT Wall

 

It’s always surprising what you find at the bottom of your bag. I have a bit of a Mary Poppins bag myself. It seems to be able to hold the endless array of bits and bobs that I carry round. Only trouble is I’m constantly losing and then finding stuff again and often things don’t come out the way they went in.

I made this felt ipod cover for my husband and it’s come in handy for the scrapes that seem to befall the ipod. Who knew it would also be useful for collecting the eucalyptus lollies that were roaming freely around the bottom of his bag quite forgotten after the sore throat had gone?  

     

I hadn’t thought of lollies as an art material but I must say I like the look of the ipod cover with them rather than without. If it could sit on a shelf as an art piece I think I’d leave them on but alas this is a machine in high use and the eucalyptus lollies don’t add to it’s usability so I took this picture instead.

 

Cheers

 

Amanda

Meow

Late last night our new little friend emerged from the fabric of my society! Due to some emergency babysitting he didn’t make it up here this morning. He is ready with open arms for lots and lots of hugging and sleeping with our little nocturnal possum. 

I ended up deciding on a cat for Jasper as he gets so excited about Biscuit the cat next door and one of his first regular words was Meow!- (can’t decide whether to put some whiskers on – hmmm)  He also loves round things hence the spots and I have a significant fascination with stripes.

I think I made it more difficult for myself in deciding I didn’t want the pattern to be symmetrical!  I drew and cut separate pieces for the legs, arms, ears and made the body and face slightly lopsided with a friendly half smile – Being an art therapist I have been wondering why I was so bent on spending so much time, care and serious attempts at making it handmade and unique – I guess I wanted something that I am hoping will provide some comfort and nurture in the night time and that will remind him of our cuddly and special getting back to the lovely land of sleepy time. I am not sure why I am calling it a he! I’ll sit with it – we’ll see who he/she turns out to be – I’ll let you know as her character develops?

So I’ve been rocking Jasp to sleep with the material on my shoulder for a week. Hopefully he likes the new form the material has taken. I showed it to him today and he called it a “babee” and kissed it (scuse the blurred moment photo), we’ve just finished putting it to bed with the smurf pillow and a blanket. He isn’t a soft toy kind of kid so we’ll see how it goes

 

Sweet nocturnal moments to you,

 

Amanda

Softie in the making…

Well I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this transitional object softie! I’ve been going all day in a concentrated craft-a-thon. The materials I’ve picked focus on being nice to snuggle up to and think of Mumma while I get myself back off to sleep. It’s nearly time for sleep Jasper.

Hopefully this little cat will appear here in 3D by the morning looking vaguely like this sketch? 

Yours in craft banditry,

Amanda

What is it with boys clothes?

- Why is it such a challenge finding affordable clothes for boys that are not

  1. mostly blue
  2. without teddy bears and twee paraphenalia
  3. not dull and bla
  4. and oh yeah affordable!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              A big ask it seems or perhaps I am looking in the wrong places?  So instead of consistently winging to other parents and offending parents who love this kind of stuff, I have begun to take matters into my own hands. Here is my first offering. A vest made out of some spare polar fleece. Just trace round a t-shirt minus the arms and off you go. Love a bit of slap dash sewing. Always gets my creative juices flowing – anyone relate?

It survived an Autumn leaf fight with the cousins and Dadda so it passes the kidability test for me.

                                       cheerio,

Amanda

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