OK. Before we begin, let’s clear the air: yes, I know it’s completely ludicrous that I am sharing a post on the inter webs about how I sewed pillowcases {possible the easiest, most beginner sewing project of all time?}. However, I am a complete novice and I give you permission to laugh yourself silly over my wee project here. Go on, let it out!
Ethan loves flannelette pillowcases. Never, ever since he was 18 months old has a cotton case touched his sleepy head. I purchased him a new duvet cover from Cotton On in black and white with orange piping but there was no flannelette to be seen. Luckily Ye Olde Spotlight is on the cusp of trendy flannelette prints and these two seemingly non-complimentary fabrics actually look quite smashing together – to my quirky eye at least. Feel free to admire those non-lined-up seams, they are a thing of beauty!
Nix likes to snuggle into pillows so I wanted a cool pillowcase for his cot but didn’t want to pay mega bucks for that one with the bear on it that all the cool kids of bloggers have ::: I think it’s actually compulsory for your baby to have that pillowcase and I missed the memo, shit ::: But how do you like these stylish flannelette numbers?? As my mum would say, a blind man would be glad to see these right? right?
I had fun sewing these up, I really, really like to sew. I also really, really like looking at fabric and imagining………
Thanks to my Instagram girls for helping me trouble shoot the old Globe 877, a wee tension problem {i.e. me not knowing where the tension knob was} set me back for a few minutes, but the bobbin was soon whirring away again. Slowly whirring of course!
Two boys that is, hope no-one thought that Easter may have passed by with two eggs or anything ridiculous like that. Because I would actually die if I only had two eggs. Each day. I am a chocolate addict and Easter is my Las Vegas …
I’m pretty sure I have finally shrugged off the funk that has settled over me for the last month, thank god {collective sigh of relief heaved in this house}. The daily grind, injected with some super busy commitments wore me down for a while there. I felt locked up tight by The Routine and the anxiety that was imminent after any deviation. Finding joy, happiness and even laughing had become too hard for a while there.
Strange how the remedy was something that I had been dreading, something I had humphed over as just-another-thing-I-had-to-do.
Dave had volunteered me to cook in the kitchen at the Rugby Club. I was freaking dreading it.
The Pros: A little bit of pocket money, get out of the house, socialize {somewhat? Would you like onion on your burger?}, a minor commitment that’s only once in a while, hang with other cool rugby club peeps who I actually really like.
The Cons: Leave the house, deep fryer duty, smelling like I’ve been deep fried, trying to figure out how we would deal with Nixon while I was gone {still BFing}.
Turns out, I had heaps of fun! The kitchen crew are awesome, the time flew by, I got to chat with adults, I was home after 4.5 hours, Nix didn’t wither away, and though my pocket money is already gone – it was appreciated!
Those pesky old comfort zones aye.
I hate it when Dave’s right.
Well now that we are well and truly addicted to the marvellous Instagram, the obvious next step is printing our hip, well filtered and curated images right? Enter Origrami. Product Perfection. I’m pretty much gaga over the whole process here; the ease of ordering, the …
I am so happy to be part of the blogging team promoting the New Zealand Post Book Awards again this year. Ethan and I had a blast reviewing some of the Junior Fiction finalists last year and with baby Nixon on board this year we …
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014.”
nixon: excuse my messy desk {it always looks like this these days}. i couldn’t resist this picture of you, hard at work, printing documents and manifestos. all the toys a boy could want and your favourite spots in the house are under tables with wires, cables or your piece of garden hose in hand. watching you bully a three year old today was, um……………interesting worrying. you are 100% bruiser, a 9 month old mastermind who has us all wrapped around your chubby fingers x
ethan: first week of rugby under our belts and the countdown to the end of term begins. you played so well on saturday, with barely a limp! i was too busy doing the boring manager stuff and wrangling your brother to get any shots of you on the field my love, but you were great xx
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