Inner Child

A couple of weekends ago we went to the Bristol Harbour festival, it was great fun. In fact I think I reverted to a child as I bought a bubble gun, had my face painted and made little animals out of clay in the tent that was most probably meant for children... It was a make and do extravaganza!

There was an amazing market too and most of the things sold were handmade. This is where my beautiful flower hair garland came from - I have actually been thinking about crafting some kind of permanant daisies to make into a daisy chain head band. Ever since John made me a real one and I thought it suited me in a hippy, flower-child sort of way. So far though, I have only gotten as far as to buy some green silk embroidery thread, so this one should do me for now. Talking of festivals, I'm actually going to V-fest next weekend, and after the lady with the rainbow hair and funky eyes painted onto her eyelids has inspired me, I'm seriously tempted to bring my face paints.

Anyway, I'm off to a work soft-play outing to release my inner child again...

Home is where the heart is...or should be

Whilst staying with my parent's in Wales a couple of months ago, we went to the beach (it's kind of half pebble beach and half sandy beach.) We played a game just looking at the smooth flat pebbles that came in all sorts of size/shape variations and, kind of like that looking in the clouds game tried to find shapes that reminded us of things. We found a bunny rabbit shape which also could have been an axe, a gun...orrrr a penis! (what is this crazy connection between rabbits and phallic symbols?...very disturbing) and a perfect kidney bean shape which my dad painted a smile onto.
I also picked four smooth, similiar sized, circular or oval stones to make lettered stepping stones from, my inspiration being this delightfully shabby chic Laura Ashley sign.


I have now made a little windowsill display comprising of these, my giraffe statue and an oil burner! random, but I like it, and it's these little personal touches that make a house feel like home. Funnily enough though this house doesn't feel nearly as much like home as the house in that beautiful corner of the welsh coast where my parents are - and I've never even lived there! but hey ho! you can't win 'em all and I'm definately working on it.

Cute as a button

I have had this jacket since I was about seventeen, so that's seven years its been button-less in my wardrobe - I don't even remember what the buttons looked like! anyway check out my pastel-buttoned-new-lease-of-life jacket!

The sewing is possibly not up to much as I'm not the greatest seamstress in the world but as long as they stay put I'm happy. Here's hoping the weather stays this gorgeous though and I wont even have the need to wear it! My beady little eyes will be looking out in the charity shops for other little beauties to make use of my button box, I'm envisioning a little button pinafore dress...

Down at craft corner

Way back in August, I decided to start this blog. As I'm sure I've mentioned once or twice, I was heavily influenced by the only blog I read at the time; Mrs Priss, who after posting about her crafty area inspired me to create my own craft corner, be more true to my creative side and blog about the results.

So there it is, my craft area, it's been almost a year in the making but I've finally gotten round to revealing it to you

Decorative letters, bunting and my 'wall of frame'

and some under the desk storage. Usually I end up doing crafty things all spread out over the floor in front of this desk rather than on it, and I have yet to get hold of the perfect chair but the intention is there.

A REAL charity shop

I must admit I a bit of a charity shop addict, but recentely they have been letting me down left right and centre. I just don't really think the average old biddy knows what the, shall we say 'street value' of a lot of items are - but let's not get started on a great big rant because I do try to avoid that on here (one of the many reasons for my spasmodic posting!)

Aaaaaanyhoo... the little spot of paradise where my parents live seems to me to have, what I call REAL charity shops, in its vicinity;


this lot, cost me £2.98, that's right - and those suitcases were 99 english pence each! - but it's really not just about the price, because obviously I realise it's all for a good cause. It's just the sheer volume of quality items that they seem to have in comparison to my local treasure troves, basically, you don't have to work quite so hard to find a real gem item (which in all honesty, simply appeals to my lazy side)

Anyway, my plan for those suitcases is for crafty storage and the jar is going to be for either sugar or pasta I haven't decided yet....also, I have decided, my NEXT post WILL include a picture of the infamous craft corner, no more beating around the bush.

Baby Love

So Friday was my boss' youngest daughter's first birthday. She's also recently moved into my room (I work in a nursery), I thought I'd get my crafty head on to make her present.

Using a slight adaptation of Mrs Priss' floral creations - the difference being that I cut flower shapes instead of circles and used a more cotton-like fabric (which I actually recycled from an old pair of trousers!) I also kept it pretty much flat when sewing them together instead of doing the whole pinchy ruche effect I went for here. The outcome was a large, corsage style, baby pink flower which I then sewed three large pearls onto the centre of, again recyled from jewellery I've bought specifically for the purpose of destroying (this is a top tip by the way as beads work out so much cheaper this way).


After scouring pretty much every shop that sells baby clothes (including charity shops) I went into Shaws - a bedding and curtain shop for those of you who don't know, they also sell MASSIVE granny pants aaaand plain vests for varying ages from 2 to 11, at, wait for it... NINETY FIVE PENCE EACH! okay so it still isn't 1-year old size but I have decided plain tops for one year olds don't actually exist! My only regret was only buying one as I'm pretty sure I could churn out these cute little baby tops in the millions, for mass profit in the creation of my empire! move over Lord Alan Sugar...Only joking, kinda...
I also got my arty head on and cracked out my massive set of coloured pencils to make what I hope is a rather pretty first birthday card.
Big Love (I'll try not to leave it so long next time...)

My Other Mummy...

Perceptions and experiences of same sex parents' offspring - a two family case study

I am so pleased that effing thing is GONE, all nine thousand, five hundred and thirty five words of it! Let us just hope it comes back to me with news of a first (Yeah right) and that I don't fail anything else and have to repeat...I handed it in on Thursday and we had a champers reception (I am still not drinking since Sweden) but, amongst the politics and future career discussion there was also chocolate and vanilla marble cake, so that lack of champagne wasn't so bad.

I thought I would feel utterly elated at the fact that I am almost completely DONE with uni (I still have early Years professional status to do :-S) but although I was of course in a pretty good mood, I also felt quite empty, like, what now? and totally didn't know what to do with myself on my first evening of freedom - apart from vote. I guess it has just so totally sapped ALL of my energy reserves that it probably will take a while for me to get back on top form.

Bizarrely and slightly worryingly, winning $15 dollars to spend at Little Lovelies etsy shop yesterday (thanks to the lovely Crystal) made me much happier than finishing my dissertation did...but seriously;




...wow!