I’ve had some animal trouble dear readers. First, I finished my lovely rainbow zebra jeans…and they didn’t fit. !”£$%^&*(!!! Quoth Fairy. Why didn’t they fit? My own stupid fault of course. I’m usually too impatient for toiles, but I had already had a bash using the Style Arc ‘Misty’ with the back crotch adapted from the ‘Flat … Continue reading Animal Trouble…
Here’s the new addition to our happy home, a beautiful Bengal boy, re-homed from a cousin. Don’t you think he looks like Puss in Boots? He hid under the bed on Saturday afternoon, only coming out if no one was around, to grab a biscuit or 2. When all the fuss of the day was … Continue reading New baby
That was one of the most ‘orrible bits of sewing I’ve ever had to do. Absolutely disgusting. But it’s done, complete with new pocket bag thingy for the remotes. I HOPE YOU’RE GRATEFUL OLD PEOPLE!!! It seems rather more ‘groiny’ than before, and I don’t care. Maybe they won’t notice. He has a silk cushion, … Continue reading Narsty thing complete.
Wednesday was my dad’s 78th birthday. He is not a sociable type, but does enjoy coming for a meal at our house- he doesn’t do ‘public’ eating, so restaurants are a no-go area. As long as we make sufficient effort to persuade him, he happily agrees and makes his choice of menu. This time it … Continue reading The Narsty Thing ate my new jeans
Despite the fact that I was somewhat worn out and headache-y today, it was a good ‘un. I like Fridays, as I teach A level groups all day, and I have a particularly great batch of students this year. Now obviously, I’m not going into any details about them, other than to say that one … Continue reading Ignorance and Bliss
My fabrics have been sorted and matched to their patterns, and I’m ready to start wielding those amazing Ernest Wright scissors again. (Oooh the lovely crunch of new fabric as I cut…) I’m being obedient and following your advice oh mighty ones, and it will be the rainbow zebras that go under the knife first. I’ll be … Continue reading Selfish Sewing and a Narsty Thing…
I teach. I went into teaching aged 35, so not a wide-eyed innocent by any means. I already had kids of my own, in fact the youngest was already 9 at this stage , the eldest was 13. I fixed many a stroppy youth with a steely eye and pointed out that my son was … Continue reading Lessons and life