tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86962277459163985972024-03-13T13:15:49.002-07:00The Beaded LadyKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-62794675114406953472017-08-20T18:44:00.000-07:002017-08-20T18:44:57.816-07:00Journaling challenge day 3.Thought I should post a link to where I found the list I am using or this challenge. Better late than never! <a href="http://brwnidgrljenn.blogspot.com.au/2012/06/30-day-blog-challenge-day-1.html">30 day blog challenge</a><br />
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3. DESCRIBE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENTS.<br />
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Really good. I am very thankful for the example they set for me in terms of parenting and also in terms of their relationship with each other. I identified with my father more as I recognised a lot of my personality traits in him. I loved that he was so intelligent; fiercely intelligent. And fiercely protective of intelligence. If you were going to do something, it was worth doing it well. There was nothing half-arsed about him. Having said that, he was a procrastinator extraordinaire! And amazingly creative and funny. So funny. I remember telling him once, when I was about 12, that I was a tiny bit scared of him when I was little. I just remember the look of shock and pain on his face. I instantly regretted saying it, but it is a testament to him that he just said "I'm sorry you felt that way. I hope you don't feel that way anymore." And we just moved on. My husband often says to me that Dad is reaping what he has sown now that he is in a nursing home. His children visit him often and make him things and take him out and spend time with him. All because he was the sort of Dad who took the time to go camping with his kids, give them part-time jobs in his pharmacy in the Christmas holidays and most importantly, he laughed a lot with them.<br />
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I was very close to my mother and I actually liked her immensely. I like to think that if we had met as adults, we would have been friends. I now only occasionally notice all the mother/daughter pairings when I go to the shops. I guess having my own daughter has alleviated some of that pain. I now notice the grandmothers with their grandchildren. I used to feel terribly lost when friends would talk about spending time with their mothers. When Mum died, I was beginning to realize that she might have something important to say. That she might have wisdom to impart to me about life. That she could make me feel safe with just a hug, the way no-one else has ever done, nor probably ever will. It's that feeling of complete safety and utter love that I hope to give to my children. Because I was more like dad than like her, I think we rarely clashed. One of my sisters is more similar to Mum than Dad and she clashed with Mum terribly but had a very close relationship with Dad.<br />
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I love both my parents very much. I miss my mother every day and I am currently trying to ignore the fact that I have already lost my father to dementia. I keep hoping he will get better. <br />
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I should probably mention my stepmother too. Joan married Dad four years after Mum died. It has not always been easy. Mum's death left a huge, gaping, painful hole in our family, still felt to this day. I'm not sure she was prepared to take on a whole family when she married dad. She does not have children of her own so it's not hard to understand why it was a steep learning curve for us all. I am so thankful to Joan for loving Dad and for looking after him while he has been getting worse and worse. She faithfully visits him every day - something that I am both physically and emotionally unable to do.Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-33926137676127898502017-08-15T21:44:00.002-07:002017-08-15T21:45:41.364-07:00Journaling Challenge Day 2.<br />
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DESCRIBE 3 LEGITIMATE FEARS YOU HAVE AND EXPLAIN HOW THEY BECAME FEARS.<br />
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<i>Fear Number 1 - I am afraid that I will develop emphysema or dementia.</i><br />
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Pretty simple explanation for this one. My mother died when she was 59, after a long battle with asthma and emphysema. It took nearly five years for her to deteriorate to the point of death. Five years of multiple emergency hospital trips due to flus, colds, viruses or asthma attacks. Several surgeries to fix problems caused by the huge amounts of prednisone she was taking, including two hip replacements and the fitting of a colostomy when her large intestine *BURST*. Her skin became like tissue paper. She was constantly covered in large, bloody bruises and bandaids. Her body was disintegrating before our very eyes. So that's why I fear emphysema. It's an horrific way to die.<br />
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I fear dementia because that is what my 83-year-old father currently has. He has moved into a nursing home in the last twelve months because my stepmother can no longer care for him. She has done an amazing job, but it was time for her to look after herself. My father was an incredibly intelligent, well-read and wickedly funny man, as well as a gentleman. It has taken several years for him to not be that anymore. The last time he knew who I was, was several years ago, and he hasn't said a full sentence in about ten months. Don't believe people who tell you that "at least with Alzheimer's you won't know who you are and you won't know you have it." That is the biggest crock of shit and I disabuse people of that thought whenever I hear it uttered. People with dementia are very aware of what they have lost. They are just unable to vocalise it. That's why they can get angry, frustrated and sad. I've seen my dad become frustrated at not being able to read a word on a sign. He starts reading, gets to a word he doesn't know, gets frustrated then stops. Then he goes back to the beginning of the sentence like nothing has happened and gets frustrated all over again. People mistake that as being harmless, because the person with Alzheimer's seems to forget they were upset. But the feelings are not forgotten. They do not dissipate. That feeling of helplessness is now mixed with confusion because they can't remember why they felt helpless. It's fucking awful. I think swearing is warranted and I don't apologise for it.<br />
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<i>Fear Number 2 - I am afraid that I will reach old age and not have achieved anything noteworthy.</i><br />
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I guess this is a pretty standard sort of fear that many people have. I like to "should" myself - that indulgent behaviour where I tell myself off for not having done this or that or the other. That I "should" have felt a certain way, said a certain thing, been a certain person. In essence, I talk to myself in a manner that I wouldn't dream of talking to the people I love and care about. So why do I talk to myself this way? Possibly because I'm scared.<br />
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<i>Fear Number 3 - I am constantly afraid of making mistakes.</i><br />
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Because my memory is cactus, I live in constant fear of forgetting something important and of letting down someone I love. I feel like I can't be relied upon, when I desperately want to be reliable. When I was 40, I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). I had gone to a doctor because of my terrible memory, general fuzziness and a general slowing down of my cognitive ability and executive functioning. I thought I had early onset dementia (see Fear 1). So after being treated for nearly two years for ADHD, I have improved immensely, but I still don't have a crash hot memory. The problem is that it is inconsistent. I can't guarantee what I will be able to remember and what I won't be able to remember. So sometimes I will put everything into my phone reminder and other times I won't because I think "I will remember." Sometimes this backfires and I go through the whole cycle of self-blame and self-loathing. "Why can't I just remember things like other people?" I am able to hyperfocus on things like craft or Game of Thrones, and remember minute details. This makes it look like I just don't care about the every day things I have to remember. It's so not like that. A disabling fear envelops me when I have to do planning or financial work; it's paralysing. I'm just waiting for me to make a mistake. All day. Every day. Constantly on the alert. Unless I am crafting or reading or listening to podcasts. Doing these things allows me to take a sideways jump out of my head for a bit and to find joy. It's really important. I know it looks like I'm skiving off, but I'm not. If I don't have regular breaks I can't handle the day-to-day.<br />
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I could go on, but there's my 3 major fears and why I fear them.<br />
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Love to all, Kat x<br />
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<br />Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-54449975257453570672017-08-15T02:05:00.000-07:002017-08-15T21:44:54.354-07:00Journaling challengeI've been wanting to get back into blogging, so I am going to do one of those annoying journaling prompt lists. This is the first challenge of the most interesting/least irritating list I could find. Enjoy!<br />
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Day 1.<br />
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LIST 20 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOURSELF.<br />
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<li>I have blue eyes like my mother.</li>
<li>My feet are long but narrow, thus making shoe shopping expensive.</li>
<li>I do not enjoy cooking, although it is probably what I spend most of my time thinking about, planning and executing.</li>
<li>I was very competitive when I was a child.</li>
<li>I have a little grey streak of hair at the back of my neck.</li>
<li>I am scared of old people and nursing homes. I blame all the enforced visitations we had to do while in grade 7. </li>
<li>I have ADHD, anxiety and depression.</li>
<li>I have been very good at hiding these conditions from others.</li>
<li>My ears are quite small.</li>
<li>I don't like wearing dresses to work. In case I fall over while on playground duty. This fear born instantly upon sustaining a horribly embarrassing "workplace accident". More than once.</li>
<li>I like the idea of being feminine, but rarely the practice. (See point 10.)</li>
<li>I am really good at avoiding uncomfortable and/or awkward situations.</li>
<li>I am intelligent.</li>
<li>I startle easily. (See point 7.)</li>
<li>I am the youngest of six children, with there being 14 years between me and my oldest sibling.</li>
<li>I am petrified of getting dementia or emphysema.</li>
<li>I am still friends with a lot of primary school classmates.</li>
<li>I love fantasy-based sagas - Game of Thrones, Lord of the Ring, Harry Potter, Skulduggery Pleasant. (And probably lots of others that I can't think of right now - see point 7.)</li>
<li>I am a serious Anglophile. And yes, I capitalized that intentionally. That's how serious I am.</li>
<li>I play the piano accordion.</li>
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Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-57772822664279235492015-06-11T20:15:00.000-07:002015-06-11T22:49:15.762-07:00Today I want to write about grief. How you think you can be coping really well and although you really miss the person who is gone, you no longer have to drag yourself through every happy event in your life for which they're not there. I thought I had arrived at this magical, and apparently mythical, place in my grief for my mother. I am not even close to being at this point. It is not even in sight. I have not left the house. I haven't even had a shower or dressed or tied my shoes. I'm still in bed, with the lights off and the doona over my head. Metaphorically speaking, of course.<br />
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What is it that triggers grief? I find it really interesting. My mother died when I was 17, after a four year battle with emphysema. It was a horrible way to die and my beautiful mum struggled and fought against it to the bitter end. I know she did it for me and my siblings - I am the youngest of six. Now that I am a mother I totally understand why she fought the way she did and I would too, God forbid, if I found myself in a similar situation. <br />
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When I look back over my life I compartmentalise it into sections. The first section is Before Mum Died, followed by After Mum Died. That's it. Just the two. Sometimes I fool myself into thinking that I am in this new section called Over Mum's Death. That I have this thing that Americans like to call "closure". As I get older I am more and more convinced that closure doesn't exist. Otherwise, why would I be able to float along in life, just doing my Mothering thing, following routines, making lunches and looking after my family and then - BANG! Grief delivers a sucker punch right in my guts and demolishes my diaphragm. <br />
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This happened most recently, two days ago on my 40th birthday. Yes, I know what you're thinking. "She couldn't possibly be forty!" and "But she's so vibrant!" and "She still has all her own teeth!"<br />
But, my friends, I did. And it knocked me for six. The amazing thing about our subconscious is that it prepares us for events even when we don't know they're going to be significant. Upon reflection, I started thinking about Mum over the last month as I approached this milestone. I wondered how she felt when she was forty. She would have had five children between 12 months and 11 years. That's very different to me - I only have two children being 8 years and nearly 11 years. The fact that both our oldest children would be 11 was kind of cool - I haven't realised that we must have been the same age when we had both had our first child. That made me feel connected. <br />
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But when I woke up on my birthday, I just felt sad and drained. I didn't know why. I thought I should be happy but I didn't want to answer the phone, I didn't want to speak to anyone and I even contemplated cancelling my lunch with my sister. Little old introvert me was backing into her cave at a rate of knots. I hate that feeling where it is physically impossible to smile. I feel like such a misery guts and it is an effort to talk to people. I feel like such a burden to everyone because they know I'm sad and I know they know I'm sad but I don't want them to talk to me about it because then I'd be more sad. And what if my being sad makes them sad. *shudder*<br />
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Anyway, by the end of the day, I realised that this sadness, on what should be a fun and exciting celebration of a milestone, was due to the fact that my mother was not there to share it with me. To celebrate with me. To see that her baby made it to forty. She would be 83 this year.<br />
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The last time I had such a strong grief response was when I turned 34 because I had been alive without my mother as long as I had been alive with her. So I could say that I had lived without my mother for half my life. For some reason that was significant. But after that birthday passed, I really enjoyed my 35th - 39th birthdays. Didn't have such a painful grief response as I had had in the past. I put this down to the 34 years milestone. After my 35th birthday, without having those grief feelings, I thought "yay! I have sorted out this Grief Thing once and for all! I am free of my grief and can now get on with my life!" <br />
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Wrong! As I get older, the more I want to connect with my mother, so I am anticipating that between now and when I turn 59 (the age at which she died) I am probably going to have some more Grief-days. And 60 might be the toughest. But who knows? I sure don't. And I thought I did.<br />
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Thanks for reading :)Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-76955349988709101442013-04-01T05:41:00.000-07:002013-04-01T05:42:36.643-07:002013!2013 is here well and truly. This is my family's year of health. I start a Whole 30 eating plan tomorrow. I am doing this with Mr Beaded Lady and my next-door-neighbour. You can read about the Whole 30 plan <a href="http://whole9life.com/">here</a>. Basically it is based on the Paleo Diet and I am quite scared! Seeing as I am doing it with two other people I'm sure it will be fine. <br />
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Here's to a healthier me.<br />
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<a href="http://whole9life.com/"><img alt="Whole9" border="0" height="160" src="http://whole9life.com/img/w9link.jpg" width="320" /></a>
Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-83116870882590037082012-09-17T05:29:00.001-07:002012-09-17T05:29:17.787-07:00Sewing list for Miss EMiss E loves skirts and dress, not too fond of shorts and pants. So I would really like to whip her up some lovely simple dresses to get her through the holidays and beyond.<br />
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Here's my list for her . . .<br />
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Source: <a href="http://www.ikatbag.com/2011/05/wings-deconstructed.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">ikatbag.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/musikat/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
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I have lots of doilies, so this one should be high on my list!<br />
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Source: <a href="http://decortoadore.blogspot.com/2011/06/vintage-pillowcase-apron-tutorial.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">decortoadore.blogspot.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/musikat/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
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This one could use up some old tshirts lying around . .<br />
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Source: <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/2011/05/the-super-simple-summer-dress-a-tutorial.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">lilblueboo.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/musikat/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
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I think she would love this . . .<br />
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Source: <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/2011/09/cascading-ruffle-skirt-a-tutorial-and-free-download.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">lilblueboo.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/musikat/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
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Source: <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/2011/07/apron-skirts-a-tutorial-and-download.html" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;">lilblueboo.com</a> via <a href="http://pinterest.com/musikat/" style="color: #76838b; font-size: 10px; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> on <a href="http://pinterest.com/" style="color: #76838b; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></div>
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That should keep me busy :-)<br />
<br />Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-32307090533395656872012-09-17T04:16:00.002-07:002012-09-17T04:17:25.394-07:00Sewing list for me.And hello again! After another long absence, I am back on my blog and all inspired to get into the whole sewing thing again. Our final ever renovation/extension has been completed and I have my own little room in which to craft away the coming September/October school holidays. What better way to get back into blog-land than to make myself a list of sewing projects? So here goes in no particular order . . .<br />
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<b><u>Number 1</u></b><br />
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I need to finish this shirt from Hot Patterns. I made a practice one a couple of years ago and I love it. Time to make a real one!<br />
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Another wonderfully easy to follow tutorial that I'm hoping will get me churning out a few work shirts.<br />
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This one I'm thinking could also be a work shirt if made in nice enough fabric. What do you think? Otherwise I'll be churning them out in a few different colours ready for summer.<br />
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I will post pics as I finish a project. Only 5 more sleeps till holidays!<br />
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Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-75561440740041953232011-10-09T19:01:00.001-07:002011-10-09T19:01:31.649-07:00Rock on!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0Cws_MPrI6Y0Jnga0Fwtsat_t83W-Z6JQoisd074IkY8UZKrs9HBx599QGSTYUaGX6ghzPBkBPjH82iG06SyTq6PNhG5WIC5R7ABPR6-4s0AeVobehwXuBggS_6gTRaOzmVwdMLjgbg/s640/blogger-image-610364342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0Cws_MPrI6Y0Jnga0Fwtsat_t83W-Z6JQoisd074IkY8UZKrs9HBx599QGSTYUaGX6ghzPBkBPjH82iG06SyTq6PNhG5WIC5R7ABPR6-4s0AeVobehwXuBggS_6gTRaOzmVwdMLjgbg/s640/blogger-image-610364342.jpg" /></a></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-67421370192712217072011-09-07T16:22:00.000-07:002011-09-07T16:25:58.103-07:00I just won!!Wheeeee! I just won a double pass to see Jen Wynter's show - <a href="http://comicmummy.com/the-unexpected-variety-show/">The UNEXPECTED Variety show</a>!!<div><br /></div><div>I am beyond crazy excited! Big thanks go to <a href="http://brisstyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/win-double-pass-to-unexpected-variety.html">Bris Style</a> and to <a href="http://comicmummy.com/">Jen</a> for giving me the chance to win :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Off to organise baby sitters!!</div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-85913131333490125502011-09-06T02:09:00.000-07:002011-09-06T02:22:20.580-07:00My Big Boy is 7 tomorrow . . .. . . . and I just can't believe it. Where has that time gone?<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6yWPFAi7hQV3DGOK8oca3rFU5Q2tNUQOnGGhQ1joSM478pgPcjiCBYmrN9d9H8Tbng9XUSqZ8S6EJ0P54i40OBg1LTd51yCFsKGuGALOmdVtNsAkoC5NRuma0UoWveTCRXNeEeKWtrek/s320/cutest+photo+in+the+world.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649171699632015970" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here he is in the Special Care Nursery at about one week old after a bath. He stayed in there for five weeks before he came home. He was born at 32 weeks and came home when he was just about due! </div><div><br /></div><div>We've had our share of concerns and worries due to his prematurity, but he just goes from strength to strength. A beautiful heart and a beautiful smile. My beautiful boy.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvrLT5z_CxyD4Vfp1yYfYSpSsu3APt4jSfRkiqgpKseRjmib4VjI73mHbIxibuncEMSf7ZH02n6XSW77vjkSjPZ3VG9L3UgZ6pEVmdaTRzZwvYZxjVja7LELbBsfHjiWESnimvp-tBW_Q/s320/oscar+smile+compressed.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649173530432608498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday my lovely little man!</div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-88721975253158617032011-08-22T19:05:00.001-07:002011-08-22T19:47:35.974-07:00Goodness gracious me!
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<br />I don't know if you all are fans of <a href="http://www.memfox.net/hattie-and-the-fox.html">"Hattie and the Fox"</a> but it's one of my kids' favourite books and whenever I exclaim I think of it! We Love love love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mem</span> Fox in this house. You can read all about her <a href="http://www.memfox.com/welcome.html">here</a>. But I digress . . .<div>
<br /></div><div>It's been nearly a year! Yes! A year! Where has that time gone? What have I been doing? Are you still out there? All questions that I ask myself on a regular basis.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, since you asked . . . our family home has had a massive renovation (September-October-November 2010), the usual Christmas/family stuff happened (December/January) and then I went back to part-time work for the first time in 7 years! Holy Moses and wasn't that a shock to the senses? But I'm recovering well and I should be able to start having a life outside work again soon. How is it that two days a week has taken so much out of my time? It's supposed to be part-time, people! But I suppose that is the nature of teaching - your brain is in teaching mode during term and it takes up a lot of energy. Plus, I think I had forgotten how challenging Year 9 students can be. Oh, but funny! I tell you I just laugh from morning to night -that hilarious brand of teenage angst. (You do know I'm joking, yes?)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Amazingly, I have found some time to do some crafty things. During the June/July holidays, a local shopping centre had this deal - $5 to make your own stuffed bear. So we went along and the kids chose a bear skin each and the lady there put it over a big hose connected to what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">actually</span> looks a lot like a fairy floss machine. The kids stepped on the foot pedal and Voila! The bear skins were filled with lovely soft fluffy filling. The hole in the back of the skin had threads already there that were just pulled up and knotted to close the hole. Very clever. Also very clever were the little outfits they were selling for $10 a pop! I refused to buy the outfits so we went home and made our own.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>E's polar bear was definitely a ballerina so we made a leotard and a twirly skirt for her to dance in.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>And Oscar's bear became an army doctor. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>For the doctor's coat I used Enid Gilchrist's dolls' clothes book and I just winged it for the mask and hat. Also drafted a pattern for the polar bear's leotard and it is just a simple two layered circle skirt with elastic waistband.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Oh, it's good to be back!</div><div>
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<br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-54327368777894521592010-08-27T18:28:00.000-07:002010-08-27T18:35:41.242-07:00Justine Clarke rocks!<div>Miss E and Master O <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loooooove</span> Justine Clarke. And I have to say, I am quite partial to her as well. Her songs are great for kids and they're groovy as well so I don't mind listening to them ad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">infinitum</span> - I know all the words! We were lucky enough to go to her recent concert two days ago and it was great. I thoroughly enjoyed it - great musicians and a great time.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykWUYLRn5VP6DIuLJGdakX0S-PQ23zfyncwdqP0aBvCsLX9LN4dAE8-yN0mshVYu0WpffWhqK-mlWH4TPwLyryaH8lEtDXoh99rN8pQjQhu8K3iWnf2WK7MFfEabqfELvWv5Bp47U6iQ/s1600/IMG_6196.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykWUYLRn5VP6DIuLJGdakX0S-PQ23zfyncwdqP0aBvCsLX9LN4dAE8-yN0mshVYu0WpffWhqK-mlWH4TPwLyryaH8lEtDXoh99rN8pQjQhu8K3iWnf2WK7MFfEabqfELvWv5Bp47U6iQ/s320/IMG_6196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510266989436907234" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykWUYLRn5VP6DIuLJGdakX0S-PQ23zfyncwdqP0aBvCsLX9LN4dAE8-yN0mshVYu0WpffWhqK-mlWH4TPwLyryaH8lEtDXoh99rN8pQjQhu8K3iWnf2WK7MFfEabqfELvWv5Bp47U6iQ/s1600/IMG_6196.jpg"></a>Here we are waiting for the concert to start.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHE9HvOzNA2pojxwCHdg7DeIrT21fdhtZajWYzeLRITTZEDt_u4OiyGCCgtE6uiKjrGsw1jZxHJpQ-ddXPJgyXRNmYtOMAJ9EJxy55Zn_0aXTmhOgVoQj2k24CKWxy-dc2JeXt0c6CPU/s1600/IMG_6220.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHE9HvOzNA2pojxwCHdg7DeIrT21fdhtZajWYzeLRITTZEDt_u4OiyGCCgtE6uiKjrGsw1jZxHJpQ-ddXPJgyXRNmYtOMAJ9EJxy55Zn_0aXTmhOgVoQj2k24CKWxy-dc2JeXt0c6CPU/s320/IMG_6220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510266820386721154" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHE9HvOzNA2pojxwCHdg7DeIrT21fdhtZajWYzeLRITTZEDt_u4OiyGCCgtE6uiKjrGsw1jZxHJpQ-ddXPJgyXRNmYtOMAJ9EJxy55Zn_0aXTmhOgVoQj2k24CKWxy-dc2JeXt0c6CPU/s1600/IMG_6220.jpg"></a>Miss E sat on my lap the whole time :-) I can understand that it must be overwhelming for a 3-yr-old. But she sang all the way home in the car.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tPA1gijepfCPNKGei0QJpfy-ap3zcxgUZgBIj_N9sQXPMsxluv7u0GS5yzvCZHnYWVsCN52EN8fDOcmzXh35YgB-q9RtOYZhfytoonMoQ2DA3OGYPSqHpf3f-jrCCjP0X31UnV0zZI8/s1600/IMG_6218.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tPA1gijepfCPNKGei0QJpfy-ap3zcxgUZgBIj_N9sQXPMsxluv7u0GS5yzvCZHnYWVsCN52EN8fDOcmzXh35YgB-q9RtOYZhfytoonMoQ2DA3OGYPSqHpf3f-jrCCjP0X31UnV0zZI8/s1600/IMG_6218.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tPA1gijepfCPNKGei0QJpfy-ap3zcxgUZgBIj_N9sQXPMsxluv7u0GS5yzvCZHnYWVsCN52EN8fDOcmzXh35YgB-q9RtOYZhfytoonMoQ2DA3OGYPSqHpf3f-jrCCjP0X31UnV0zZI8/s320/IMG_6218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510266813739918658" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBo8wGNHIwDT2HRG3SSF3Gr3KCBnY68_xuxCeY1D17qFJJ5Xmz2_eNFYwkYIuXh0i_LDgaxKZ589PcdbFfRMKZyijJo1d6TJBQmOZcUaIUNge12NGsnagUfqlhRYHmz3_yPvwSUvS3l54/s1600/IMG_6211.jpg"></a></div><div>A shot of O at the front of the stage - can't *really* call it a mosh-pit. He had a ball - showed Justine his newly lost toothy gap and got the thumbs up. He was very excited.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBo8wGNHIwDT2HRG3SSF3Gr3KCBnY68_xuxCeY1D17qFJJ5Xmz2_eNFYwkYIuXh0i_LDgaxKZ589PcdbFfRMKZyijJo1d6TJBQmOZcUaIUNge12NGsnagUfqlhRYHmz3_yPvwSUvS3l54/s1600/IMG_6211.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBo8wGNHIwDT2HRG3SSF3Gr3KCBnY68_xuxCeY1D17qFJJ5Xmz2_eNFYwkYIuXh0i_LDgaxKZ589PcdbFfRMKZyijJo1d6TJBQmOZcUaIUNge12NGsnagUfqlhRYHmz3_yPvwSUvS3l54/s320/IMG_6211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510266796929341058" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These inflatable balls were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">O's</span> favourite - as evidenced by multiple pictures taken.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZfUNB4zXqtDTuTkZdUrng5qzZBVMCRtW_gbT47o5G5cHqCM4aJyzY1UCaN76GlLuTTTVxdkCfwvKX84KhyphenhyphenCeVZd0cEmD0jGNasfK8JMs0Y6-DqSrpIgvyAWOflI2qdXBG4XCIzjzjCY/s1600/IMG_6206.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZfUNB4zXqtDTuTkZdUrng5qzZBVMCRtW_gbT47o5G5cHqCM4aJyzY1UCaN76GlLuTTTVxdkCfwvKX84KhyphenhyphenCeVZd0cEmD0jGNasfK8JMs0Y6-DqSrpIgvyAWOflI2qdXBG4XCIzjzjCY/s320/IMG_6206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510266791134236482" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And there she is! With her dancing pants on. I highly recommend going to a Justine <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Clarke</span> concert if you ever have the opportunity. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-73869427100668388102010-08-27T18:18:00.000-07:002010-08-27T18:26:01.596-07:00Tooth Fairy!What a momentous occasion! The first visit from the Tooth Fairy! Master O has lost his first tooth - we're just not sure where! I think he must have swallowed it during the night or it's somewhere on the floor of his bedroom :-) He wasn't upset though, rather intrigued at the thought that he could have swallowed it. "Cool, mum!" he said.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGZR8xyS11Us_OeTwocoL9LCGcQcI9ScXIegiYd_RuOt5It3aqhyphenhyphenNpjWjxcyI5KILBFlKqxwoTZhst3oQQWNsnjLJVfu_ZXQ4qjYzQ5Yhbvz-9DkpwECLOwDYaWd9MwNzS09w8GgcRKE/s1600/IMG_6177.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGZR8xyS11Us_OeTwocoL9LCGcQcI9ScXIegiYd_RuOt5It3aqhyphenhyphenNpjWjxcyI5KILBFlKqxwoTZhst3oQQWNsnjLJVfu_ZXQ4qjYzQ5Yhbvz-9DkpwECLOwDYaWd9MwNzS09w8GgcRKE/s320/IMG_6177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510265171631572642" /></a><div><br /></div><div>The following photo is his favourite, needless to say :)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGZR8xyS11Us_OeTwocoL9LCGcQcI9ScXIegiYd_RuOt5It3aqhyphenhyphenNpjWjxcyI5KILBFlKqxwoTZhst3oQQWNsnjLJVfu_ZXQ4qjYzQ5Yhbvz-9DkpwECLOwDYaWd9MwNzS09w8GgcRKE/s1600/IMG_6177.jpg"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbBQ3yPrhFxOwysVQLzhxAjvKXkDVMU5vMErQPp37ySlsrIhoOJbqXRK97ZRIms-lzRXx-8HpCxvvQpX0iUja7_G1kIDnniLmctm453-a0D2N66Jt_SlEranFn8pjBeH2x-1lWSsMURk/s320/IMG_6191.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Can you see it mum??<br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQn72Rwo3YmZ3EsGd0loqph7WOdmI-7xURIsM4JT88K6T3YayyS81Hf-MCQvPmsKVWQ7yJyMAvo8dOUxPnfbJ_dDiBnUSTcCIk7GhDNC4taMIzOES0V-6lKog97AMPqP42KEkE3Ka_NV0/s320/IMG_6184.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's amazing how one little tooth can change how they sound as well. There's the slightest whistle now :-) So cute!</div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-84409250160590349382010-08-13T20:00:00.000-07:002010-08-13T20:17:14.756-07:00Sewing with KnitsRecently I've been inspired by a bunch of <a href="http://www.craftymamas.com.au/forum/index.php">Crafty Mamas</a> to start sewing with knits. Here are a few of my adventures.<div><br /></div><div>This is <a href="http://www.ottobredesign.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ottobre</span> 4/2009</a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LIttle</span> Maid shirt. Lovely pattern but the horse print is a rib and I think I stretched it a bit while sewing so it doesn't sit perfectly. I am going to try it again with a sturdier knit.</div><div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7w9gM_l-mU4zpGzHcKIVFR-IwMsi9xybaJCqvkaxaccKAopZbtzQnXV4_-Kf3hSLq6pRtKWMHYSYs_evOW0PnKlwA7vRpbp_vGTrCzxbG-Md3sR6_p3cBBoglkjVjWg-XIbShp5IkBPI/s320/IMG_5907.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61YIEcV_vwsaewD24nu7bbhDlfZuHiNDOls3t8SUlmTETd3KtCkl6gGR636sVjV4QsKTWzpBy2AAbNpjL6jpRWy5xbNOa2IidwwfQrkEfMFWrzrni4BUb2RPVHF5cI9TNmMD0ycU2ziM/s320/IMG_5906.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is an <a href="http://www.farbenmix.de/en/imke.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">IMKE</span></a> from <a href="http://www.farbenmix.de/board/index.php">Sewing Clothes Kids Love</a>. This is becoming a favourite and I've already made three! I only have pics of two though as the third one was a present for someone and I forgot to photograph before we gave it! </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is Miss E's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IMKE</span></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6187qhrkXChyphenhyphen8FZrEsNFZ0nnF5FmXkIuruLun89W8FKbd-bCZnw7yCF2jZkWujiIyCUuuP-IT8wFnuAokXIAc9ERlX_3l5KcaoaDB-iV9xEyKWWHxNMa0VYcKibNHKQdry5BOHM5h3g/s320/imke+2.jpg" /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2L-h0oQsEq03UkOa6kHcVrD-VjLzMhX7bkO5fppIlvCFOmKh7Vdcn973sMiN6TEDq3ja8DqW_pVBU6QdP9gnVw13Hs-8yXnBM13O6mB801Tmu73HC9qZmsFmR3Oia4pHflYE5tycUgc/s1600/imke+1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2L-h0oQsEq03UkOa6kHcVrD-VjLzMhX7bkO5fppIlvCFOmKh7Vdcn973sMiN6TEDq3ja8DqW_pVBU6QdP9gnVw13Hs-8yXnBM13O6mB801Tmu73HC9qZmsFmR3Oia4pHflYE5tycUgc/s320/imke+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505098531638378178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Purple is Stella knit from <a href="http://www.craftymamas.net/zencart/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=103_105_108&zenid=0e765e095ba763f80dadd58968ac82fa">Crafty Mamas shop</a> and the pink is from the op shop :)</div><div><br /></div><div>And here's Mr <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">O's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IMKE</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvytBnvFWvZZSVLPIXV8j-vF7Y-IT9fZ7LB9sTJa3u0Fu6gy3qSQ2wrWrVNUJr-6sHWLOYzVsXFMxtwBc_Plf4Jvcx6_kG49013oOgTsjdzUXAiOxYS5S7jZF2EbfWNJGiE3s1Xy9vWwA/s1600/IMG_6117.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvytBnvFWvZZSVLPIXV8j-vF7Y-IT9fZ7LB9sTJa3u0Fu6gy3qSQ2wrWrVNUJr-6sHWLOYzVsXFMxtwBc_Plf4Jvcx6_kG49013oOgTsjdzUXAiOxYS5S7jZF2EbfWNJGiE3s1Xy9vWwA/s320/IMG_6117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505099031671261490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And yes, he *wanted* to look like a stunned mullet in the photo. With <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">milo</span> on his face. The pattern knit has ninjas all over it so he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">loooooooves</span> it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I have to learn more about how to use my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">overlocker</span> though - it's not being nice to me :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-16651247592474492612010-08-02T18:42:00.000-07:002010-08-02T19:12:10.430-07:00Making do with what's in the shed.Miss E has been very helpful with hanging out and bringing in the clothes lately. After I picked her up for the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> time yesterday to peg a washer on the line, and heard my spine creak under the pressure, I decided it would be better Workplace Health and Safety Practice if I made her a clothesline her own size.<div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZHk8J7utT8l8E91cUYd85AXrJszUVBaAqUUrNUI2H6Z9L_LljWmpztnE74InZaTMWteIuzyYORnOvXXykANmy8_kL1-cshX3yQ1Z4wagTJqf_fBEIu2CwPSVeBtTTDXE43hCBHWwbbo/s320/clothesline+1.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTrgGXmi0ZAxpzEHxrQCy7qEv0EgG5nMH2UX4-6fP1rwxvxqDijqJ-fyupPr-T24yk7WtmqPzLspIBR4x7u7pJhBsa8jhRG-b7_Si_f7xyUaCRnek8Ay_1S0B69t_LGEPHUdhrsaX7uU/s320/clothesline+2.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I My initial thought process was "Where will I get one? How much will it cost? Maybe there's an second hand one on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ebay</span>? I'll scour the markets next Sunday morning?" None of these thoughts were satisfying as I needed (or, rather, my back needed) a child-sized clothesline *immediately*!</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjatVMLtOJz3xHjGlERKyyO-k44iuR3LKRBOXPCHGdSqIGKtS68aC7HEO_tNMijwYkXeKyouwjcA54hDWwCuFoE0runZvP18ndQ1a6CSFHMRIWGATyNUOJgicfgTYbMRgSeW6ONzfIycdg/s320/clothesline+3.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I caught sight of some garden stakes and I had an A-ha moment! "A-ha!" I thought. "I shall build one myself!" So I did, with two timber garden stakes, some galvanised wire, electrical tape (to cover pointy bits), pliers and a sledge hammer. Within 5 minutes she had her dream clothesline and was happily pinning up socks and undies.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4PfTq3KunNunehXWISUGJ6afsdmOyOLUDfXkpvaS1_ReWDhwgDDmbysi56ZGkcFZJbU7FXn3DvmcKtoN5jP16fNPNy9V2MsHqm_HOrqejBfuxZL0ctwi3kYQq76CV3IQSaN0MtSWmp4/s1600/IMG_6040.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4PfTq3KunNunehXWISUGJ6afsdmOyOLUDfXkpvaS1_ReWDhwgDDmbysi56ZGkcFZJbU7FXn3DvmcKtoN5jP16fNPNy9V2MsHqm_HOrqejBfuxZL0ctwi3kYQq76CV3IQSaN0MtSWmp4/s320/IMG_6040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500999821402451698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /> </a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4PfTq3KunNunehXWISUGJ6afsdmOyOLUDfXkpvaS1_ReWDhwgDDmbysi56ZGkcFZJbU7FXn3DvmcKtoN5jP16fNPNy9V2MsHqm_HOrqejBfuxZL0ctwi3kYQq76CV3IQSaN0MtSWmp4/s1600/IMG_6040.jpg"></a>Then Miss E said "I need a basket Mummy" and I remembered that I had an old basket with two handles, not unlike a laundry basket, that we had got a Christmas hamper in many years ago. Perfect! So there *is* a good reason to keep things :-)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh1V81gIK5kCdLRAEOdg14G6gJ2vxutkj6eDAsX4BfBClaFG6FsjCXZdxVLxUksMPZtgx3d_H3g5EQSrZal38n_P4qtTAnFpQyI7r_1vBLUJLoaRkO4rJDXKVhyphenhyphen-gdvRVi1zK4QcqFvkg/s1600/clothesline+6.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh1V81gIK5kCdLRAEOdg14G6gJ2vxutkj6eDAsX4BfBClaFG6FsjCXZdxVLxUksMPZtgx3d_H3g5EQSrZal38n_P4qtTAnFpQyI7r_1vBLUJLoaRkO4rJDXKVhyphenhyphen-gdvRVi1zK4QcqFvkg/s320/clothesline+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500999813408396226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I am loving myself sick over this! And more importantly, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MIss</span> E is in hanging-out heaven. Win-win.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnMwZP5mA0tA585guWnO1ENpVPaS1rmo2Xt1jJ6L3OBasCV3GQoaCdvrA8A667wovEkUJNP4fNwkAdRahxwIWIBsIiYObPs8F7qckSoj4mkkwP0e03QMcKI3un1ZQgg55DoITpYJiVCI/s320/clothesline+4.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKB-BlqIcIOQuAuwE57ItN6-6htrgnMT058wpfOHkUe8A2rKlyoo0xJABwrcM976XUhLkAlDf5y_EWRJHQyj3pFSNVJI4_Bno5bZqZYvQoMRQuZhW5tOks_D7dDIFUZfzf6zngLuzU7U/s320/clothesline+5.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for looking.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJ6gQcTHzZSbczyf25eyfvK-CLKCmqbFqPQ4f02nsOmROkVmJDgOVHNfiS9UDrM_Jv2QGnjLyyjon3mNAU4KmyHQyOcKMZRxJ_VCBbwF0DOpiHT4JZpkzb3romx4D9N45SKlHbB46bU4/s1600/clothesline+8.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGJ6gQcTHzZSbczyf25eyfvK-CLKCmqbFqPQ4f02nsOmROkVmJDgOVHNfiS9UDrM_Jv2QGnjLyyjon3mNAU4KmyHQyOcKMZRxJ_VCBbwF0DOpiHT4JZpkzb3romx4D9N45SKlHbB46bU4/s320/clothesline+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500999818211720418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-41557627045348334952010-07-30T15:55:00.000-07:002010-07-30T15:57:38.212-07:00Oh my!!<a href="http://oh-write.blogspot.com/2010/06/marens-kitchen.html">http://oh-write.blogspot.com/2010/06/marens-kitchen.html</a><br /><br />I don't know whether to be glad or sad that I didn't see this post before buying E her kitchen over 12 months ago for her birthday. Glad probably - otherwise she probably would have had bits of old furniture only half completed into kiddie kitchens scattered about her bedroom :)<br /><br />Awesome-ness, yes?Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-40364594684233026662010-06-24T18:40:00.000-07:002010-08-09T17:29:58.185-07:00I forgot the cake!<div>All year E has wanted a Peppa Pig Fairy Cake. This is what we came up with. 1/2 slab from Woolies with fresh whipped cream and sugar icing picture on top. We copies a pic from the internet and made each section individually. I'm quite impressed with the quality of the colours, if I do say so myself. We were loving ourselves sick over it! Then on the birthday morn, Miss E said to her father . . . </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Daddy: Are you excited about your Peppa Pig Fairy Cake?</div><br /><div>Miss E: *frown* I want a turtle.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Needless to say she got a Peppa Pig Fairy Cake.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqDQv_xPK54I99AiKhftbb5Skjriv0gJ-HZ80je0YSSCtWLu5MT0m9fkuUsifOqWevfoKgQupZAIDmqbCZsssZHZ08HWfn78EC8pebUwCLZAhs608DlPfFaA4o0wafGGjJj0cHr-wU-w/s320/IMG_5666.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-20699872741775250592010-06-23T05:08:00.001-07:002010-06-23T05:17:52.880-07:00Miss E's 3!I know! She got a scooter for her birthday and loves it. <div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0RR-3djeGuAPtvOofwef6ivic2894zUSs5o09Z1aqjdQJ1bzEh9YN3eSYxgJYpWWLiMCRHawEKEd7ixqHXnIRr9_wXhc1fD8bf_5BnyhIiREu6z_iAhuX1cyx6mrQD7H-9CzIMLy7kM/s320/IMG_5857.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Loaded up with the necessities . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXs23IMjrlelO7Ru_B669Q8lFbFug79cIGAQCr8Zz6O5gdN8zOhGnDPuZN1TbtNvf4IgpKA82P0E3NEsegWWu8IF0sW9fV8W-FyBLbjS7u-idhg8C2rTz3vLIOmXwvmcEha7GZuom_V3A/s320/IMG_5859.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here she is burning pink rubber up our driveway. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbCduwZ4lc7hLN2QANbLfHgo6ObnI7GK4n-nSe33-4BwGwPxEWprnJXFaKlAIxsqqgBvoCxzXqMGelOBHyTw7l2tpKmchyoek9ORQSjvamAORTW6XF76h78XpUKDiyg9fEGJch9sux8xs/s320/IMG_5863.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mum: Smile E so I can get a photo of you with your new scooter.</div><div>E: *look*</div><div><br /></div><div>This photo makes me laugh and then involuntarily I shudder. In about 8 years I'm guessing that look won't be so cute!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccZf0pOJbg8C363ue2plRH98uPDS5MnaWjicsEDSA77xeSU7gNjW8PMPtGb2gWEMRw_n-z4fpNjLf0M-_LZh5HlMoR4nsaa7JwizfKs3gnZDiuNoMXBs5sqMiWhpbsk6ohteAFxX-z88/s320/IMG_5872.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PfRl9RHk24-sQoPf9JT60VytaqZlZ5smmgxoiaYSOhEm-nL-0s4gSRO1PN16vZBNzidvBTbngbU49nWKX-1n-D1hDv8QqFqLPHdPThvHSAbfFuHGW_8cUR3wGWQNaEDH-LaAkVhd9YI/s320/IMG_5868.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And because she is an Extreme Sportswoman - some drawing with helmet.</div><div>You just never know when a colouring pen might jump up and give you a noogie.</div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-38676009752344987062010-06-23T05:06:00.001-07:002010-06-23T05:07:32.783-07:00Do you think it will last?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZJqfILppD2IY-xfLkUwhH0uNfyZaGhqAM9iyp1_12JfTi73kptzZMrHotHQ_7Zieg8KN_AqC8ROg88XeIpk-FfvyORSBWkLbi5vj5BJHbNhF-slitGeXH9tJPplAgnQqSG__yXOBjow/s1600/IMG_5851.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZJqfILppD2IY-xfLkUwhH0uNfyZaGhqAM9iyp1_12JfTi73kptzZMrHotHQ_7Zieg8KN_AqC8ROg88XeIpk-FfvyORSBWkLbi5vj5BJHbNhF-slitGeXH9tJPplAgnQqSG__yXOBjow/s320/IMG_5851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485939506935155890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I live in hope.</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-2040340151006222732010-06-11T01:02:00.000-07:002010-06-11T01:06:59.073-07:00Want to win something?I thought you would!<div><br /></div><div>Head over <a href="http://craftymamas.blogspot.com/">here</a> to win some beautiful <a href="http://www.farbenmix.de/">Farbenmix</a> fabrics. <a href="http://craftymamas.com.au/forum/index.php">Crafty Mamas</a> is where I "hang out" online when I've got a moment. It's lovely there :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Go on. Get!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-42747624512505038742010-05-26T21:09:00.001-07:002010-05-26T21:11:48.838-07:00What have I done lately?I've made a shirt for Miss E! Gearing up for her 3rd birthday on the weekend so will have lots of posts to do with that soon!<div><br /></div><div>I used <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/47350564/oh-suzanna-smock-epattern">this pattern</a> as I love Indie Tutes and follow her blog. Always so inspiring and down to earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for looking!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Tahoma, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;font-size:12px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYTWGEkbBldr8ZJpOXgZPwX9PFFnwLzn4OeE45mKTZZKXkvAj722H_Bxl-GRti33O9vEuMpyyy4FPFS-SiGm1qHAS9Q0j6vDDaMjTE_t_0IEafgW7RQ4W06qI51oG3fePySBlZAyiwlM/s320/IMG_5589.jpg" /></span></span></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-10004602364864595702010-05-11T05:15:00.001-07:002010-05-11T05:26:33.749-07:00A shirt for meWell I finally finished this shirt for myself. Hmmmmmm. Jury is out. Well actually no it's not. It has decided, beyond reasonable doubt, that this shirt makes me look pregnant. Not a look I"m going for at the mo! What do you think?<div><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4OueNfH3yXCZqjmSI5iZNUwBoVJrsBczBmeZgwZTL1a7-JEXvNYUrCxmU2l35xF7wxADe9FEUHIosQZ9ZWpbnnlUVfrz4AGGdGekDBxafelaXQ6JIotzjK9HzaAGvN5qoOflaBqGaAUU/s320/IMG_5489.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9RnDvHFd_nxGy-z7yZbajZzcqx5Hqf74MzmN1E-BhdAW8qEo1l_A2Kshk76vQf5i4lK6Drptc2ohWyHh0H-CZaR51wjfwRxItSykJ70KDHeW6LDmdxnTXgnn8abS2zu9-8WHYgDp_PFw/s320/IMG_5490.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is what it looked like on the beautiful model in the latest Ottobre women's mag . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://www.ottobredesign.com/lehdet_js/2010_2/sivut/8.jpg" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JQVujLCO63xRnm0pG5xeRPGB_weDi13TAyZUv63Vs34wJz4rRpp1i2fC0U3q-UclMX1VTf339jYe_XpDRsVnUHxRhqKSL2-aqdiXUWqORHj-wthPuTmwrVU1Dm8NKLDDQXrtLOejU8g/s320/IMG_5493.jpg" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijszaIwcQjjigaiBA5DC3PFSY79My1LMcMMHsh-jv_Tk8F3XQ8BJzLBFe9sfOstPNUKtY5mrUDPZVTkx81Y0Tzl9YsO2-FSSEjqd4U2SW03Cd7lQsb7v61KTDsIi5JWp90Ssd41xVKbg/s320/IMG_5496.jpg" /> </div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxpr855-_fjITuMlB0R70dwBLjYQDW4_BK6FDtgymKSj6prdTuW66tAhXI7d_-OmFVypHT2z2aiEsQfuEB8HGrQHIIAscstcHzYA2wNy-ylP7axV6ESGjZnNTumhpEfB4i2jyZFoqedg/s320/IMG_5491.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I got rid of the shirring - five rows thank you very much! Because it gave my muffin top a muffin top. I also have made the skirt but it is a bit big. I'm thinking the shirt is too big as well - should have made the size down. Instead of shirring I just put ties on the side - a suggestion from <a href="http://handmade-homegrown.blogspot.com/">Lissy</a> on the <a href="http://www.craftymamas.com.au/forum/index.php">Crafty Mamas</a> forum. But I think, if I'm going to keep it, I need to take in a lot of the fabric in the side seams. What to do, what to do? You can see all that extra material that would have been taken up in the shirring. Any suggestions?</div></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-38876535242206509612010-04-29T03:33:00.001-07:002010-04-29T03:43:43.247-07:00Some wire work<div>For a while there I thought I'd lost my bead-jo :) But it turned up again, said "I missed you" and settled in for the winter. Ahhhhhh, comfy! </div><div><br /></div><div>So I thought I'd share some of my latest fascination for wire, especially copper wire. I love copper and recently just bought a Huuuuuuuuge lot of it at 50% off so will be using it a lot more. It's soft but strong - love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>First up, copper wire (18 gauge cuff and 26 gauge wrapping) with Czech glass. I love the tone of the mint glass with the copper. This is quite a chunky piece so I put a safety chain on it as well - but it makes it hard to put on by yourself. Hmmmm, what to do?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorvqwWj_XcdRvqCoMWf1SpxVml82QH787JS3W37ARgmYLWM_H91fZvFohDcfow_XJ_X1Waz6_vk8eHiUTg88w5O5JOhY0JvN0wwe0hzBiNd8X3kHkVDS9UiLGY7Z4B4DYVV_EieT3sEs/s1600/IMG_5419.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorvqwWj_XcdRvqCoMWf1SpxVml82QH787JS3W37ARgmYLWM_H91fZvFohDcfow_XJ_X1Waz6_vk8eHiUTg88w5O5JOhY0JvN0wwe0hzBiNd8X3kHkVDS9UiLGY7Z4B4DYVV_EieT3sEs/s320/IMG_5419.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465506152177256002" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorvqwWj_XcdRvqCoMWf1SpxVml82QH787JS3W37ARgmYLWM_H91fZvFohDcfow_XJ_X1Waz6_vk8eHiUTg88w5O5JOhY0JvN0wwe0hzBiNd8X3kHkVDS9UiLGY7Z4B4DYVV_EieT3sEs/s1600/IMG_5419.jpg"></a>One of my fave colour combos is red and blue - coral red and turquoise blue. These beads are red coral and synthetic Turquoise. I played around with my hammer and anvil that I bought last year at the bead show. You can see the slightly hammered/textured look on the copper wire. Safety chain on this one too though it's more petite.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4zwggPxjTc-Efc4nrAHSTz0uQwlkcn6AVV7RTR0RkS_ivz01W_v3Y2beT7OBJ6w80jU-D-sZ8q4Ia_NSLQl5RoaQ6bHCqij-ua8Sd1mXgV1KB4QqPZUDlxbMkkhqmojM3l_s8y9FuWY/s1600/IMG_5428.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4zwggPxjTc-Efc4nrAHSTz0uQwlkcn6AVV7RTR0RkS_ivz01W_v3Y2beT7OBJ6w80jU-D-sZ8q4Ia_NSLQl5RoaQ6bHCqij-ua8Sd1mXgV1KB4QqPZUDlxbMkkhqmojM3l_s8y9FuWY/s320/IMG_5428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465506149367220754" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4zwggPxjTc-Efc4nrAHSTz0uQwlkcn6AVV7RTR0RkS_ivz01W_v3Y2beT7OBJ6w80jU-D-sZ8q4Ia_NSLQl5RoaQ6bHCqij-ua8Sd1mXgV1KB4QqPZUDlxbMkkhqmojM3l_s8y9FuWY/s1600/IMG_5428.jpg"></a>This is a big mama! With same gauge wires as above but for some reason it just feels more stable so I didn't put a safety chain on it. Perhaps because there are more beads? Don't know really! Beads are glass focals and lovely lovely Swarovski crystals in jet, clear, light colorado and fire opal. Fireopal would have to be my favourite colour of Swarovski I think. It's just gorgeous - these photos don't do it justice at all!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVzJbTRiu_lf8A4PVXkdbciFRGBhmN63PuePgSRLEMTP04PLGgTKIK9G55LRJIO69Rk1W7dt0boSh7w1uc2MJRuGIiweCbCaD2jFxIq898d5pGFs6BGxA5VDhlEtZ8MGHh8Ll3Sh3xwM/s1600/IMG_5451.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVzJbTRiu_lf8A4PVXkdbciFRGBhmN63PuePgSRLEMTP04PLGgTKIK9G55LRJIO69Rk1W7dt0boSh7w1uc2MJRuGIiweCbCaD2jFxIq898d5pGFs6BGxA5VDhlEtZ8MGHh8Ll3Sh3xwM/s320/IMG_5451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465506143782676946" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVzJbTRiu_lf8A4PVXkdbciFRGBhmN63PuePgSRLEMTP04PLGgTKIK9G55LRJIO69Rk1W7dt0boSh7w1uc2MJRuGIiweCbCaD2jFxIq898d5pGFs6BGxA5VDhlEtZ8MGHh8Ll3Sh3xwM/s1600/IMG_5451.jpg"></a>And this is my favourite I think - same beads as above - twisted wire pendant. Freeform - I love seeing what comes out of my hands. So much fun!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbHXeQa9NhS-A-k_Kwh2l0Y-Fxhw86YfWfrjoDLvLi-q2jSOJTiw5zHrIgWw0m-QZhLkuvE-cSSGyYuRmWEtV0t67cNUa5txw6ZIzd3FBYxjp0RRkdMu6MYXmkdPgo906rxd9gwHllVQ/s1600/IMG_5382.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbHXeQa9NhS-A-k_Kwh2l0Y-Fxhw86YfWfrjoDLvLi-q2jSOJTiw5zHrIgWw0m-QZhLkuvE-cSSGyYuRmWEtV0t67cNUa5txw6ZIzd3FBYxjp0RRkdMu6MYXmkdPgo906rxd9gwHllVQ/s320/IMG_5382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465506138979532802" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbHXeQa9NhS-A-k_Kwh2l0Y-Fxhw86YfWfrjoDLvLi-q2jSOJTiw5zHrIgWw0m-QZhLkuvE-cSSGyYuRmWEtV0t67cNUa5txw6ZIzd3FBYxjp0RRkdMu6MYXmkdPgo906rxd9gwHllVQ/s1600/IMG_5382.jpg"></a>This is some lovely quality Chinese crystals (not as nice as Swarovskis but very very nice all the same) and twisted coppe wire. I think this sparkles beautifully but the photo doesn't pick it up too well.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJBwnlqWE3ucxI4Q23HimgOhVgMfSmYF8YgapUxkJV92dowyXm9Gk6McLDEZYh0GMhFJ1xx4MB1QqOE0KtH8bxH_trMGCr_q2kio4kw0yrfEq-DgRsBmoQd_4wdpz4o7ygyoPprW9598/s1600/IMG_5415.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJBwnlqWE3ucxI4Q23HimgOhVgMfSmYF8YgapUxkJV92dowyXm9Gk6McLDEZYh0GMhFJ1xx4MB1QqOE0KtH8bxH_trMGCr_q2kio4kw0yrfEq-DgRsBmoQd_4wdpz4o7ygyoPprW9598/s320/IMG_5415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465506136649421810" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for looking!</div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-83740536921190590742010-03-25T18:18:00.001-07:002010-03-25T18:21:17.768-07:00Happy Birthday . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUzqtu8Mf9QALe3VKmjdqSVX2isnVVKXXqLFxZtaDwJppEjSXE-MtcOjYfRMKuvd8xX6iDFMt3TE4y1Dwn7jFvrOnY4iFG-Ir4i_bja0QQMKL9EaW7AFWTA4f6nFj3NEyEmuiP8ZK0ew/s1600/Uncle+Ash+and+beanies.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUzqtu8Mf9QALe3VKmjdqSVX2isnVVKXXqLFxZtaDwJppEjSXE-MtcOjYfRMKuvd8xX6iDFMt3TE4y1Dwn7jFvrOnY4iFG-Ir4i_bja0QQMKL9EaW7AFWTA4f6nFj3NEyEmuiP8ZK0ew/s320/Uncle+Ash+and+beanies.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452746221969039026" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>. . . to Uncle Ash!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a fully sick day!</div><div><br /></div><div>lots of love from all of us :-)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696227745916398597.post-12041054133874846632010-03-22T04:18:00.000-07:002010-03-22T04:20:23.573-07:00Oh and by the way . . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyNaxf3j_C6X0bt44Bq0VBhx9Z9ct7rggF7Y6om5O2nrBb7s0eLZ2z55h4oF3nAhc_ejyVwNNtQKcL8K4slSOO-Ojq0o8M7ur7O5JvrNs2UIPJ41qwXRvAE4Gm-3wwa7Lc3XCzuP-9uE/s1600-h/Oscar+skeleton+bed.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyNaxf3j_C6X0bt44Bq0VBhx9Z9ct7rggF7Y6om5O2nrBb7s0eLZ2z55h4oF3nAhc_ejyVwNNtQKcL8K4slSOO-Ojq0o8M7ur7O5JvrNs2UIPJ41qwXRvAE4Gm-3wwa7Lc3XCzuP-9uE/s320/Oscar+skeleton+bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451416232695508802" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeyNaxf3j_C6X0bt44Bq0VBhx9Z9ct7rggF7Y6om5O2nrBb7s0eLZ2z55h4oF3nAhc_ejyVwNNtQKcL8K4slSOO-Ojq0o8M7ur7O5JvrNs2UIPJ41qwXRvAE4Gm-3wwa7Lc3XCzuP-9uE/s1600-h/Oscar+skeleton+bed.jpg"></a><br />. . . somebody is very happy with their new doona. See <a href="http://beadedlady.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-is-going-to-be-very-excited.html">this post</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Too cute.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12639952526678959946noreply@blogger.com1