The Intern

Yes, that’s right, I bagged myself an internship! And not just any internship; a fabulous two week stint with the most marvellous editorial crew a girl could hope for, the word wizards @ Mr and Mrs Smith.

As I begin the countdown of my final week (I settled into the mix last Monday), I am a bit torn by the bitter-sweetness of it all. I’ve enjoyed my time there immensely – perhaps too much – as evidenced by my loose lipped pub-night professing after two glasses of Pinot Grigio with a mere three days in the office under my belt. I’ve turned my hand to boutique hotel room descriptions, social media research and destination guides that stir an immense sense of wanderlust.

I’m gonna miss these folks. The open workspaces, the free-flow of tea just the way I like it, and the pretty amazing feeling of being a part of a team again.

🙂

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Thrifty Tuesday – Upcycled shopping bag pouch and butterfly lace headband

I’m back and I’m crafting! Hooray! 🙂

And what better day to return than on a Thrifty Tuesday?

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My first scoop was found after a quick rummage through the hodgepodge craft section of one of my favourite local charity shops.  Two sparkly sequinned appliqués for a cool 50p total! (not sure if appliqué is the proper name, but it’s the best way I can describe them!)

I decided that the smaller butterfly appliqué would be perfect as an embellishment for a headband. A few strips of stretchy lace, a discount shop headband (99p for 5 bands), and a couple dabs of hot glue produced lovely, chic results!appliquecollage

I have plans to make a 1920’s style headband with the leaf appliqué. So very Great Gatsby!

My second thrifty treat came by way of a crumpled shopping bag I rescued from a skip (dumpster) at the top of my road.

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It was a bag from Joules — a lovely shop — and the print was simply gorgeous! I had to make something with it. The bag, literally, said it all…

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Ta da!!  A super cute upcycled pouch!  I lined it with a bit of cotton fabric to make it a tad sturdier and perfectly suited to all sorts of make-up, toiletries, and knick-knacks.  I keep thinking of things to put in it — snacks, hair accessories, spare undies for a cheeky night out? Hehe.

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This week’s finds were just the thing I needed to pull me out of my crafting funk and I’m so happy to be able to share them with you!

Have you found any thrifty treats lately?

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Lost, not found

I feel lifeless.  Just one blog post in June so far.  I’m finally not ill anymore but it seems as though I’ve been zapped of all my creative juice.  I haven’t crocheted, crafted, or stitched in days and it is a lonely and confusing feeling.  I am happiest when I am making and when I come up against a creative block, I feel lost.

I want to run away sometimes. Hide from life. I would love nothing more than to have more space. Space to create, to stash my fabrics and papers and yarns and hooks.  Space for my children to play, to stash their own treasures, to stop the cascade of toys that is currently overtaking my bedroom and living room and kitchen…

I have an oppressive feeling of being trapped. Of not being able to dig my way of this tangle of a mess I call my life right now.  Each time I feel I am moving forward, creating a plan of how to do great things, I feel knocked back.

I. HAVE. TO. GET. OUT. OF. HERE.

My kids are constantly fighting, screaming, jumping, pinching, whining.  Running amok like caged animals worked into a frenzy by their imprisonment.  I’m tired of being referee. And I’m tired of yelling. And tidying. And cleaning up mammoth messes. I have a collection of cleaning sprays and scrubbing cloths at the ready to tackle the endless finger smudges on walls and pen scrawls on the furniture.

I am a single mom. In every sense of that word. I single-handedly take on the job of mother and father, judge and jury. I am the “fun” parent yet also the one who has to mete out punishments.  I do school runs, parent-teacher meetings, grocery shops, doctor and dentist appointments, ballet classes, homework help, baths, bedtime stories, kisses, cuddles…  I don’t remember the last time I managed to eat breakfast before rushing out the door to get Emilie to school.

I’m not complaining, I guess I am venting.  My kids are what keep me going. But I’ve almost completely lost my sense of self through my devotion to them.  My name is Liam’s mum/Emilie’s mum/Zoie’s mum.

Who am I really?

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Just a little under the weather

I’ve been ill.  This past week all my stresses caught up with me.  At one point I couldn’t even move from my bed, burning with fever, aches and pains in every joint, and a thumping headache to match.  Blogging was out of the question. Breathing was hard enough…

But crochet I could.

And I did.

Behold, my Gumdrop Slippers, careful crafted.

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Someone needs to have a baby so I have an excuse to make more of these sweet things! 🙂

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P.S.  I’m pleased to report that I’m on the mend and have some exciting new projects in the pipeline!