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Chickens or bust

Here’s a new song. ‘La la la, I don’t have time for anything, Not even the proactive very useful things, la la la…’ You’ve heard it all before, right? My blogging gaps have been so great of late. How much does this suck? The days are shooting past – it will be the MIDDLE OF THE YEAR IN 28 DAYS. Hello?

There is so little of what I want to do that seems to be achievable. Some of this is my problem – I want to do too much. Put things on eBay!

Now, what was wrong with that sentence? It should read PUT THING ON EBAY. See? Tiny steps and things get done – but I’ve been inert with the thought of trying to DO IT ALL. Stupid inertia.

I was momentarily revitalised by chickens last week. Making them (and dreaming of having some in the backyard) from a great tutorial on Red Ted Art. They are so easy – made from one rectangle of fabric. Heaven.

The chickens are waiting...for me to go to bed.

We have since given the red one away to Small Z’s kindergarten teacher for helping us source a (real) chicken coop for free. The blue stripey one is destined for a recent Small visitor from afar 😉 and the remaining ones belong to the Smalls. They are cute – and quick to make (or I couldn’t have made them). Their mere existence makes me feel like I’ve at least done something that is not related to domesticity and parenting…even though, of course, they are related to both.

Stayed up to make the first chicken a friend... #sewing #chicken

I also got snippy with a pure wool turtleneck sweater and turned it into some floppy housepants for Small Z. If I was a real crafting queen I’d say I ‘upcycled’ or ‘recycled’ – but really, I just used a jumper I can’t wear to make some woolly trousers I can’t buy. She wasn’t 100% today and stayed home from kindergarten (and thus we missed representatives from all the primary schools pimping their programs – it must be fate leading us toward unschooling…) – I say housepants because they are a little bit…um…odd.

Two days ago her trousers were a jumper. #sewing #pants #woollys

But she liked them 🙂 and they are comfortable and warm. Good on a day where it only stopped raining for few ten minute pockets of time. I made Small DB some in fleece. They are equally quirky, but serviceable… Gosh I love being back here, writing something. Now excuse me. I have a toddler to night wean…

And so on…

Small Brother and his Canadian sidekick were here for ten days and are currently skimming above the clouds on their way back to New York. I hate those goodbyes. I have been endeavouring to improve my mood by making things. Thus, the two Smalls both got a skirt each (I write that like I do this kind of thing all the time). I have NEVER made a skirt – each one was from a leg of some Very Large ladies PJs….

her new skirt
I sewed the skirt, she sewed the bag

Otherwise, I have been feeling too much like this to blog…
how I feel now

…but M has quite a few new blog entries that will tide things over…moondriven

Re-purpose

My heart is a bit heavy. Small Brother is leaving in the early hours tomorrow morning. Other issues continue. Oh – and TA-DA! I get to eat nothing for 30 hours (yes – admittedly a first world problem)… SO my mind turns to things I can do. While Small Brother has been here, he and M have been helping up at my dad’s place to do a bit of decluttering and beautifying…they found a rubbish bag full of jumpers knitted by my (sadly departed) grandma.

She was a GUN with her knitting needles. These jumpers are all fair-isle (now that’s a term I’ve never typed before) – and she never used a pattern. She used to knit Smurfs on the front of our jumpers the same way.

Anyway, I was hoping that there would be some old kid-sized ones in the bag, but no – they were all my mum and dad’s. None will be worn again, but it seems wasteful and unsentimental to send them to the op-shop. But they’re not my kind of style. So….(and Karen, as a wool-goddess, feel free to chime in) I’m thinking of felting most of them and making something like this:

This picture is from Resweater

My blanket (should it transpire) will not look as cheerful as this one because of all the fair-isleness and more muted colours. I’m thinking that a blanket is probably the best way to repurpose all that work of my grandma in a useful and functional way. I think having the hexagons will look far better than making cushions from them or something.

Any suggestions welcome. (Karen…I’m looking at YOU!) Hysterically, considering the weather we’ve just had (horribly horribly hot) I am waiting for a warm day to wash all the jumpers as they all reek of damp. They have been stored in a plastic bag for at least ten years. Ewwww. Once I’ve done that I’ll post some pictures of them…

Crafty. The countdown begins.

I’ve got out of the organising-an-activity loop. Lazy. Tired. I operate in fits and starts. Most mornings Small DB stands over at the little table and busies herself with sticky tape, paper, paint and scissors, in equal amounts. Small Z puts her head in a book, or makes things as well – beds for her toys, hats for Stomp-the-Dinosaur or whatever she can think of.

It feels like ages since I’ve SET SOMETHING UP! So I finally pulled my finger out when I was inspired by Tinkerlab making suncatchers with contact. It was a hit…

I had both Smalls at the table cutting out their bits and pieces, and then they had a ball making their suncatchers.

Working on the suncatchers
Making

I had planned to follow how they did it on Tinkerlab, but the Smalls had made them in such a way that we would have only seen the back of their work once we stuck them to the window. So we stuck them on the outside of the windows, facing in… into Small Z’s cubby (in her case).

Zoe's Suncatcher
Daisy's Suncatcher

Of course they then continued with the activity in the their own way – Small Z made more tiny suncatchers for the window – Small DB wielded her scissors, paper and tape and added them to the window where they flitter with the breeze…

Now I just need to find something similarly simple but awesome.

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The countdown? I nearly forgot. Exactly thirty days until forty. You read it right… EEEEeeep!


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