Laid back, lazy stuff.

I've been messing about with a couple of new bits and pieces today. Stuff that has no asap attached to it.
This is the first (and may be the last) hexagon flower I've ever made.

I think if I'm going to continue with this I'll need some stronger glasses (of gin or rum) because making those tiny stitches is.....not easy!


Then there's the beginners crochet, or as I like to call it.......
Crochet's Really About Perseverance. It does has an acronym but we're in polite company so I wont mention it.

Yes I know, you don't have to point out the wonkyness and mismatched sizes, I can see it too! Maybe I'll just do just one more (a cushion cover, perhaps!) then go and buy some pretty colours.

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So, today I'm going to give you a piece of advice that will save you from countless hours of swearing and sweating. You can thank me later.


How to Deal with Teachers.


Firstly, if you are a pre-school parent, I know you wont believe a word I'm about to say, but bear with me as I'm only thinking of you. 
When you take your little Zachary or Zinnia to school for the first time you want that teacher to love your kiddie like you do and are willing to follow teachers orders like they were etched in stone. You'll bend over backwards to ensure that your Winston or Winnie are "golden" children. Don't say you wont, cos I know you!


And if your offspring are a little older and already at school (and I'm talking primary school here) there's still hope for you but you will have to instigate this regime sooner rather than later.


1. Develop a scowl. This must be worn from the moment you enter your school gates and not be removed until you hear that gate close behind you. You are aiming to be unapproachable to teachers.


2. Wear something that says "NO." I don't care if it's a badge, or a tattoo on your forehead, or even if you want to shave it into your scalp but for your own sanity please just remember that little word. Actually, I seem to remember my mother telling me something like that but I'm sure she was talking about something else, just can't remember what.


3. Never, never volunteer for something....but if you must (and I know you want to) only do it on the understanding that it's the only thing you can do that fits in with your extremely busy timetable. Let it be known that you are a BUSY woman (or man!) and that you are doing them a huge favour by attending this ONE, and only ONE excursion.


4. Keep a phone in your pocket that you can suddenly "answer" so that you can look apologetically over your shoulder at the teacher as you walk away talking to yourself.


5. Do not under any circumstances admit to being able to sew or cook or craft in any way. If your child dobs you in, change schools....quickly!


This all sounds terrible doesn't it, I mean teachers are lovely hard working people aren't they!


Yes they are, but they are also very clever (which is lucky seeing as they're teaching our kids) and they can spot a weak parent in the crowd just like a lion picks out the weakest zebra. Once you're spotted, they're in for the kill! I also think they sell lists to other schools, so if you do have to change schools (see number 5 above) consider changing your name also.


No-one ever gave me this advice and in the last few weeks I've had to make half a class load of gingerbread houses..... I'd never made gingerbread before, so it's not like I knew what I was doing, I was just the weakest parent there......she must have spotted my gammey leg......broke my food processor.....had to pick pieces of plastic from the mix....spent a whole day doing batch after batch of the horrid stuff.....none of it's even for my kid's group!
Then I got dobbed in for making the nativity costumes.....I make quilts, not costumes! That's three wise men, three shepherds, three Roman soldiers, not to mention ma and pa in the stable, oh....and three angels!
The last few days I've been imersed in cheerleader skirts. Of course I can run up thirteen skirts (with two red ribbon stripes) in two shakes of a possums tail! 


No problem! 


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Swapalicious!

Today was the big hand over. 
Rachal and I both dumped ourselves on Kelli's doorstep, demanded coke, cake and sweet tea and then proceeded to rifle through her bits and pieces......sounds naughty, doesn't it!
For entertainment she laid on a handsome half naked male, or as we knowledgeable women call it, a pre-schooler that can't pull his pants up yet. 
The music was catchy too and I noticed that we were all humming the tune to Wallace and Grommit as we left. 
I found myself with a totally captivated audience, in fact every word I uttered was met with adoration........from her new dog!
Both Rachal and I bullied Kelli until she gave in and attempted to teach us both how to crochet. I, of course, was a model student but Rachal on the other hand had the bad manners to be left handed so Kelli had to turn herself inside out and back to front in a vain attempt to educate the cack handed one. This is my magnificent start....See the sharp corners.......see the colour change........see and admire the tribble stitch I learnt.

What! It's a bit wonky! It's a "triple" stitch?! Blimey....you're so picky!


But you're not here to find out what we talked about (btw...we talked about you, wouldn't you like to know what was said now.) You want to see the swap don't you!
Well, my end was to quilt a quilt for Kelli's mum, here it is.....

It was a dream to quilt as it was all squared up nicely, no rippling borders.

But I've saved the best for last. This is what Kelli did for me......

Yes, she spray painted my sewing machine cover! Isn't it brilliant! I do have a habit of over doing the exclamation mark but blooming heck, it's absolutely fantabulous!!!!!!!!!!!
Look, even the back got a girlie girl!

Go on, admit it, you're totally jealous. I know you are cos even my hubby is! He wants me to convince Kelli to paint his computer cover now. I feel another deal in the making!

Life, fabric and teasing.

Three things that I never thought I'd be doing at my age.


1.  Discussing the colour of my daughters snot.....don't ask!
2.  Doing physiotherapy on a guinea pig.......both pig and I feel like idiots, but we persevere.
3.  Buying zit cream for a case of teenage spots......for me! Thank heaven for fringes, that's all I can say.


Ah well, such is life.


But.....
I've had a few great days. Spotlight invited me over for a "chat" and fed me chocolate eclairs, cups of tea and then gave me a voucher for $50....all just for giving them my opinion of their store. I wouldn't mind a few more little "chats" like that.
Then, my fabrics all arrived, such bliss. The voiles are almost too good to cut up, I will have to be very brave to take the scissors to them.

I did deviate a teeny bit while buying the voiles, couldn't resist these too.....

Tomorrow's the big day! I'm off to Kelli's place to eat cake and hand over our swaps, don't think I'll sleep tonight I'm that excited! She's posted a tease on her blog if you want to go and peek, but I warn you she really does TEASE!

Swaps

I'm doing a swap with Kelli. Not the usual sort....more a skills swap. 

I think I'm getting the better end of the deal though.....can't wait to show you...I'm really excited! I know when you see what I'm getting, you'll all want one.....but I got in first!

Here's a snippet of my end of the deal....

I have been very, very bad!

Really and truthfully I am trying to be good! I lay the blame for today's slide down the slippery slope to bankruptcy fairly and squarely on Andi's shoulders.

I told you she came round the other day and brought with her a fabric gift for me........well, it was a large piece of Anna Maria's Little Folk voile....yes, voile! 

I didn't have any voile in my collection (hoard,) not a skerrick, so this one, single, solitary piece looked sadly at me from the table and spoke of others like it in other designs and colours. 

Yes, at this point I will stop and inform you that I am bilingual....I am fluent in fabric-speak.

So anyway,  I spent half a day searching the net for more voile till I hit upon Hawthorne Threads, who not only have a fabulous on-line shop but also have loads and loads of beautiful voile......and they get cheaper and cheaper the more you buy! I was like a pig in mud......a bit of this, some of that.......and suddenly I found I'd bought over twenty yards of fabric. 

I really was trying to be good, sigh, I can only hope that eventually they'll mate and I can become the world's first voile breeder.

Pride and tearfulness.

I know this is supposed to be a craft blog, but I'll just spend a minute telling you about my eldest daughter.

She is an amazing woman and I love her. This weekend we took the car for a bit of a drive (nearly 600 km's each way) and went to watch her doing her passing out parade in Wagga Wagga (so good they named it twice!)

Yes, I did tear up a bit...... I am a mum after all! But I really enjoyed the day, even though it was absolutely freezing, and my sense of overwhelming pride, not only for her but for  all the recruits remains with me.

I also got to give her the cushion which she liked (phew), now I've really got to finish that quilt!

Here she is with her little sister.

A bit of gossip.

I think someone must have dobbed me in, because I can't believe with all the fantastic blogs out there in blogland my silly stuff caught the eye of Craft Gossip. 

I will confess to whooping a bit when I saw they'd linked to me.....but like the sensible person that I am I wont be letting it go to my head, though I am thinking of having some letterheads printed and maybe a few thousand business cards....I wonder if I can get my drivers license changed to "Clair, as featured in Craft Gossip", then there's the school, they always want to keep up with any changes in your status, perhaps my will needs looking at too............

No, it's definitely not gone to my head!

Seduced to the dark side!

I have been seduced to the dark side. Kelli came round today and brought a humungous box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts to share, I'd never had one before.....yes, I was a Krispy Kreme virgin.....but now my life has changed! 

It's not like I'd never heard of them before now, to tell the truth I just didn't have much interest in them.....a doughnut's a doughnut. But I was wrong and I'm not afraid to stand tall and admit it.

Krispy Kreme Doughnuts are the BEST! 

But where does that leave me now? I've no idea where I can buy the things locally, does this mean I've got to program the navigation system in my car to find a supplier? I think I'm having withdrawal symptoms already....Kelli, what have you done to me!

Just a teaser.

I'm going to see my eldest daughter this weekend. There's no way I can have that huge quilt finished by then so I'm giving her a teaser.....it was a block left over.....just sitting there.....looking at me. 

So I gave it life and turned it into a large cushion.

Hobnobbing

I've been hobnobbing with a famous person. I can tell you're impressed! Andi of Patch Andi came round for a play date yesterday. Actually it was slightly amazing that she found her way to my place as she was using my directions and I have a habit of confusing my Lefts and Rights.....perhaps I should have warned her about that before she set out on the mamoth journey. 

Still, she got to meet some of my neighbours who kindly redirected her and then we got to play.

I must say, I am impressed when visitors come bearing gifts and she was seriously impressive! She not only brought round lunch, and cakes but also fabric.....she's my kind of girl!

As I watched her master my monster quilting machine I was blown away with how quickly she got into the rythm of it. Her feathers are awesome! I did feel a bit like a "grown up" at times as I told her to "stand up straight" but you and I both know that posture is all important!

My only other claim to fame is walking smack into Dawn French's boobs in Sydney............ don't laugh! It made a lasting impression on me.

I'll keep this brief.

When do you know you've spent too much time sewing?

Is it when your back hurts from bending over that sewing machine? No, that's what pain killers are for.

Is it when you're hungry? No, that's what chocolate's for, a fast acting energy food.

Is it when your child moans she's bored? No, that's when you let her friends come over and trash your place.

"Well, when is it?" I hear you ask.

It's when you go to your undies draw and the only pair of knickers left are so old and saggy and holey that you ponder the merits of going commando.

That's when you know it's time to do the washing!