Archive for December, 2008

I love you, blue kangaroo!

December 16, 2008

We are huge fans of blue kangaroo in this house.   Whenever Miss Small does something she insists it’s “all by myself” just like Lily and blue kangaroo – it’s cute when we are loafing about the house, less so when she’s trying to put on her coat upside down and unsuccessfully climb into her car seat when the school bell’s already rung and big sister is no doubt waiting patiently in the playground.  A recent blue kangaroo soft toy sold on ebay for £35!  I spotted it early on, having wondered about but not bought one several years previous, and then watched in amazement as the price rocketted.  So I’ve decided to sew one for Miss Small’s Christmas instead; a suitably crafty endeavour. 

I sat and stared at the illustrations for ages and then at various soft stuffed animals and I just could not work out how to make it all come together.  I just don’t think my brain works in that kind of 3d.  Clothes, yes.  Patchwork, absolutely.  But toys, no.  I’ve finally given in and sprung for a pattern – funky friends, from Australia, appropriately enough.  Hurrah for instant download!

I now need to go up to the charity shop to try and find a blue fleece that I can cut up (so ideally less than a fiver, which will be hard going in the chi-chi charity shops near me.  I mean, really, primark stuff should not cost more second-hand than it did when new…)  and a cheap soft toy I can gut for its pellets.

advent fatigue

December 11, 2008

Christmas is rushing up so fast this year, but I barely feel festive. Usually I have an advent activity calendar with craft and family stuff that I do with the girls. So far we’ve managed the ‘drink hot chocolate’ and ‘watch Olive the Other Reindeer’ options, and not much else. Not even a sodding doily snowflake. And yet Martha Stewart sends me daily emails with yet more inventive and charming ways with pine cones…

I did venture out to Silverhell, the local shopping centre, but after three hours, at least one of which was spent wandering around TKM*xx in a blank-eyed haze, I could feel my soul seeping out of me. This is not what it should be like! So today I’m back to Amaz0n and folksy and please god let the postman arrive before the big day and please don’t let it be cityl1nk couriers who will take my parcel to cumbernauld and then deny its existence. (My parcel, that is, not Cumbernauld.)

Paris by night, Glasgow by day

December 4, 2008

A new bag in the shop – Paris by Night.  I really like the contrast of the black and white cotton outer with the tomato red interior.  And I also really like this picture, which accidentally shows some of the devastation of the sewing room at the moment:

bag on the old joanna

The room is a scene of devasation; boxes of ladybird books waiting the chop, yards of ribbon, paper, glue, fabric, the ironing board…oh and all the christmas shopping I’ve managed to do so far.  Which, alas, isn’t much.  At least the teacher gifts will be handmade again this year – tablet and a notebook should be ok.  Hopefully.


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