The Easter holidays were manic to say the least. Carting the kiddies around to visit swimming pools, parks, soft play, and a museum with a T-Rex so lifelike that I had to physically carry a petrified Emilie away from it.
I barely got a moment to myself. Until yesterday.
The sun came out! After weeks of endless rain, hail and snow flurries, the first signs of spring were here! I flung open the door to the garden and let the kids make mud pies while I caught up on some crafting.
I had in my possession a rather dull “basket” that I found in the clearance section of T.K Maxx (T.J Maxx in the US) for £3. It was actually some sort of giant outdoor candle holder but I decided it would make a great holder for my growing fabric stash.
But it was ugly.
So I yarn-bombed it…
I love the idea of yarn-bombing. In my town I’ve come across yarn-bombed trees, park benches, and most recently a yarn-bombed roundabout. Lovely, fuzzy “graffiti”. It makes me smile.
I crocheted around the spokes using the technique in this video. It was a bit fiddly trying to crochet in such a tight space, but I like the way it turned out. Still a bit ugly but alot less dull!
And my fabric fits snuggly inside! 🙂
Thanks to Ikea (and a small miracle) I am the proud owner of a new sewing machine. I have to be honest – I am rubbish at sewing.
In junior high as part of our home economics class we were taught to sew. I actually produced a rather fetching red and yellow summer dress. I have since forgotten just about every basic sewing step. At the very least, I can thread the machine.
I’ve found that online tutorials do little to help me – I just don’t get the concepts or terminology even with instructions loaded with photos.
So I simply wing it instead.
Today I wanted to make a little drawstring bag for Zoie. She’s 2 and storing treasures is what she’s all about.
I freehand cut letters out of felt and zigzagged stitched them to a Laura Ashley remnant I had in my craft stash.
It was crooked as can be, but the letters stayed on and that’s all that mattered!
So my stitches on the felt were manic, but the stitching along the top came out quite nice, methinks.
I threaded some sheer ribbon through the top and voila, a lovely treasure bag, rather handy for toting around favourite bedtime stories.
For me, this basic little bag was a trial in patience and a steady hand. If you actually would like to make one of your own, try this tutorial from the original craft guru, Martha.
With a little more practice I might soon get the hang of this! 🙂
It’s Easter Sunday. I gave the kids far too much candy and set them loose in the back garden. 30 minutes of peace.
I settled down with my crochet hook and got to work.
Just about 40 more squares to go…
Yesterday I found an oilcloth remnant in a local upholstery shop and for the neat sum of £1 it became mine.
I made this with it.
Comes in pretty handy doesn’t it?
Happy Easter all! xx
Last weekend I hosted a Lalaloopsy themed birthday party for my daughter’s 6th birthday. It was a wonderful opportunity to use my crafting skills and supplies to put together a truly colourful and creative event.
The main party table incorporated a wrapping paper runner and the plates accented with flowers I had crocheted. These also doubled as quirky party favours.
There were games of Twister and musical chairs and a chance for the guests to decorate their own paper dolls or foam pirate hats/swords. This proved to be a real hit!
I rolled patterned paper into handy popcorn cones and fashioned a holder from a floral foam block covered in spotty wrapping paper. A bit of ribbon added the finishing touch.
There were plenty of sweet things and a mountain of colourful cupcakes.
I decorated a few round nesting boxes with scrapbooking paper and trims from my local fabric shop for a fun centrepiece. Amazing how far a little imagination can take you!
During the run up to the party, I fell in love with the Lalaloopsy dolls and playsets. As a result we’ve amassed a collection of 5 large dolls, 1 little doll, 10 mini dolls, and 2 mini playsets. Total guilty pleasure but my girls adore it!
This has to be one of my favorite parties to date and the very best part, of course, is that the kids loved it – especially the birthday girl!
A beautiful day indeed! ♥
You might remember last year’s Harvest Celebration. I sure do.
This year things went much more smoothly.
My newly confident Emilie, bursting with Yr. 1 pride, sung beautifully with her class in front of a sea of eager parents wielding iPhones and Samsungs and Blackberries, oh my!
My harvest contribution. Green beans in a can. My kiddies wouldn’t eat them but there are some grateful kiddies out there who will. I constantly remind my children to be thankful for what we have, never take things forgranted, and to share with others.
My lovely Emilie wore a red flower that I had crocheted for her hair. Such a pleasure to see her smiling and confident! A complete metamorphisis from last year’s nail biting and nose picking 4yr old.
Very proud of my gorgeous girl, growing up so fast!
My owl family has grown by two.
Meet Imogen. A sweet little owl bank (sorry piggy) scooped from the local supermarket.
I will be using her to collect toward a holiday treat for myself in honor of my upcoming, ahem, 2nd 29th birthday.
Savings so far: 10 pence
I’m staying optimistic!
And now to introduce the newest family member…
Tarquin lives on in this little guy. He’s pint sized but perfect.
Owls. I am even more fond of them than I thought! My girls have owl pyjamas, owl hats, owl wall stickers, and even owl bedsheets!
And I now have my heart set on a very fetching owl sweater I spied this weekend in a shop window. This may become an addiction….
Today’s post was supposed to be titled “Tarquin goes to school”.
This is Tarquin.
Last night, I gave my little owl friend a mini makeover. I added some stitches around his wings and repaired one googly eye that had popped off and rolled across the room. When I had finished he was looking very spiffy indeed!
This is Tarquin this morning.
He was happily hanging out with his bookend owl buddies.
Then I had a not-so-bright idea. Let’s send Tarquin to school.
I got him all ready to go,
and off he went.
Sadly, Tarquin never returned home. My forlorn five year old informed me after school that Tarquin had disappeared somewhere between the playground pirate ship and the dining hall.
I will admit that my bottom lip quivered.
I’d like to think that dear Tarq has gone travelling home in some other child’s bookbag and will have many great adventures…
In the meantime I can only say, farewell my friend.