Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Image Instincts: Maroochy Botanical Gardens
Look At What I Found Today
I had a great day today when I had to go out shopping. It was sort of a spur of the moment thing. It started with Nicola wanting to get hair cut. I thought while we are out I will just pop into one of the local Op Shops. We made it 5 minutes before it was closing. But I am so glad we did cause I found some great pillow cases and doona covers. I thought I would also look for some new shoes for Matthew and Samuel as their other ones have nearly had it. I was so happy to find that the shoe store was having a sale. So once I had chosen the boys shoes, which were reduced from $40 each down to $20. But there was also more discount so when I asked how much they both would be, I got them both for $23. That is a saving of $57. I was so happy.
Happy Tuesday Blog Hop
Welcome To Happy Tuesday Blog Hop
This blog hop will run from Monday the 27th to Thursday the 30th. This is my 4th time I have done this and will continue to do one every Tuesday and will post an inspirational story or poem to help inspire you to have a great day and wonderful week. I will choose someone from the previous Blog Hop to Feature as Blog Hopper of the week. For me to do this you must place this button onto your page. Good luck.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wonderful Things
I subscribe to various newsletters to do with crafts and sewing. There are some great items that really inspire you to want to go out and create something. This helps when you start feeling like you couldn't be bothered about sewing. Then I look at these and get a new urge to create. I love the whole bird/owl theme that is around at the moment.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
New Look For Blog
Well I decided to give my blog a whole new make over now that I have started sewing. All the things on the other one were things I had found on the net till I had had a chance to do my own creations. So let me know what you think. Is it too bright and too much happening?
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Quick, Easy and Cheap Meal - Nachos
Want a quick and easy meal that is pretty nutrious for your children? Well I discovered this when I was working in a child care centre where they fed the children. They had to serve them up food was balanced but that kids would eat. Once I served it up to mine kids, it has become a quick family favourite.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
My Latest Op Shop Finds
I had a great day op shopping today. I went to find some buttons for some things I have been making, which I will be posting in the next few days.
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| This Owl oven mitt cost me $0.30. |
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| I went to 3 different op shops to find these buttons. All up it cost me about $3. It was the reason I went to the op shops. |
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| This has some really great techniques in it. It cost me $0.50. |
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| I was so happy to get these cause I have some Enid Gilchrist books. They are great to learn how to draft patterns. They were only $0.50 each. |
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| Loved the material of this oven mitts for $0.30 each. |
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Monday, September 20, 2010
Happy Tuesday Blog Hop
Welcome To Happy Tuesday Blog Hop
This blog hop will run from Monday the 20th to Thursday the 23rd. This is my 3rd time I have done this and will continue to do one every Tuesday and will post an inspirational story or poem to help inspire you to have a great day and wonderful week. I will choose someone from the previous Blog Hop to Feature as Blog Hopper of the week. For me to do this you must place this button onto your page. Good luck.
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Here is a poem I read that I thought was very good and I hope you enjoy it too.
MOTHERHOOD - IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE
We are sitting at lunch when she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". "We're taking a survey," she says half joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on the weekend, no more spontaneous vacations..."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in child birth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think about her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonalds will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of those clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may beat the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring. She will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs'.
I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honour. My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my friend could sense the bond she'll feel with women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.
My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my friend's hand, and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings, the blessed gift of being a Mother.
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We are sitting at lunch when she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". "We're taking a survey," she says half joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral.
"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on the weekend, no more spontaneous vacations..."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in child birth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation.
I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think about her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonalds will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of those clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may beat the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring. She will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs'.
I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honour. My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my friend could sense the bond she'll feel with women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children's future. I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.
My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then I reach across the table, squeeze my friend's hand, and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings, the blessed gift of being a Mother.
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Friday, September 17, 2010
Orts - What the?
I was reading through a magazine the other day and found an article about Orts. I had never hear of this. It turns out that Orts are the left over threads. Evidently sewers keep these and then use them for lots of different kinds of projects. They all seem to have a special jar just for this purpose.
I found this great ORT Jar Tutorial. So you say now I have all these threads and my jar is full what do I do with them. Here are some great ideas I found:
I have now found my jar and started to fill it. James will be happy that all the bits won't be all over the floor. I will probably also had bits of left over fabric as well.
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