Silent Sunday

Gothic Prom Princess



Last thursday was Teenage Daughter's High School Prom. She didn't want to dress up as a pink meringue or Lady Gaga; instead she wanted a gothic fairytale inspired dress, in black. The dress was finished in a bit of a panic on thursday morning, but worth it. Doesn't she look fabulous!

A few minor adjustments to the tiara...

Where's the tiara gone??

A proud moment for dad...

Rosie has left the building...

The theme over at Sticky Fingers this week is Travel. I suppose I could have taken this opportunity to share tales of our adventures in Sweden with The Viking... walks through the forest picking mushrooms, swimming in the lakes, trampolining with the Swedish cousins...

However, this week, Rosie has abandoned Our Handmade Journey and travelled over to her own lovely blog, leaving Little Grandma all alone to cope with the chaos, knit the hats, admire the spiders...and so on...

Wish her luck on travelling solo...

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

The Gallery - My Weekend

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The theme over at Sticky Fingers this week is My Weekend

On Saturday, while everybody was living it up at 'cybermummy', and everybody else was drowning in the rain; myself and The Viking took cover at a local playcentre... along with half a million other people...

On Sunday we were treated to glorious sunshine.

Our back garden is a neglected rubbish tip nature reserve, so the three Little Uncles set off on a bug safari...
Lifting stones to reveal centipedes scurrying away, a cluster of woodlice, or a coiled millipede or two is a firm favourite with the boys... even more so since they discovered the reaction they can get when they introduce their new 'friends' to their big sisters!

Anyway, this 'monster beetle' didn't disappoint

A Boy's Best Friend...

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I am just about ok with spider's, even those of tarantula proportions, as long as I don't have to touch them and I know where they are. What I mean is, I would get pretty freaked out if I saw one sneak into my bed, and then when I whipped off the duvet, it was nowhere to be seen... ugh!

Anyway, this morning I spotted a rather large, hairy specimen on my bedroom wall. I hastily came downstairs and decided not to think about it... until...

...a little voice chirped up, "mum, mum, look, i've got a new best friend!"

So here he is, the Littlest Uncle showing me what his new buddy can do...

Belle doesn't want to be left out...

Turn away now ladies if you don't like hairy monsters....

A shot bravely taken with the macro lens on my mobile...

Silent Sunday

 

The Gallery - Mavis The Dog

A Post by Little Grandma

The theme over at Sticky Fingers this week is 'three words'. My three words are Mavis The Dog...

...because I am far too much of a meanie to allow the Littlest Uncle his own 'real' dog, he has to improvise. This may involve the use of soft toys, his 17 month old little sister who is constantly told 'no, you're not doing it properly' when she is asked to do 'doggie tricks', an invisible dog, or sometimes he 'becomes' a dog himself...

Anyway, this morning he drew himself a dog. At first I thought it was a three-eyed mutant, but I have been assured that it has '2 eyes, 1 nose and a beautiful smiling face', and her name is Mavis ofcourse.

Child's Boho Bag - created by a genius!

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Well, not quite created by a genius, but I did feel pretty chuffed with myself when I managed to make my own pattern for this bag and sew it up nice and neatly on my first attempt.

I desperately wanted to make one of these bags for myself; my two favourite bags have met sticky ends i'm afraid. One was seriously overstuffed with tat; nappies, chocolate wrappers, banana skins etc, causing the strap to rip beyond repair, the other took a dive into a cup of coffee. Anyway, I scoured the internet for a pattern, only to find my mind boggled with overly complicated looking bags with gathered bits and 'decorative topstitching'. As I had used 'small paper' to draft the pattern, I decided to make a bag for Belle first. That way I would waste less fabric too...

Anyway, here it is. Plain red cotton lining, a lovely Timeless Treasures retro apple print on the outside. It has no clasp or button because I thought Belle would prefer it without.

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

     

Button Mania

A Post by Little Grandma

After the challenges of half-term, why on earth did I think that going out for tea at Morrison's cafe, with 4 small children, would be the nice, relaxing, 'easy' option for tea on the first day back at school??

During our short but eventful visit, the Middle Uncle (aka Action Man), was lucky enough to spot three 'celebrities':

Grandpa in my pocket,
Blitzer Malony (all skinny and boney)
and a pregnant man!

These rare sightings stirred up rather a lot of excitement amongst the three boys; sightings of this type are highly significant in a small town, especially the pregnant man; who if discovered would undoubtedly be a subject of special scientific interest. Anyway, Action Man wasn't going to keep this news to himself; he announced it very loudly to what felt like the whole town...

Later that evening, after I had put a bag over my head and whisked them all back home where I nailed them to their beds read stories and sang lullabies; I discovered a lovely way to relax and a new obsession. In fact I have been far too engrossed in my new fetish to blog about it until tonight...

Button jewellery. I can't get enough of it! I've made vintage button bracelets and necklaces galore
Here are a few...

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A Cute Little Flower Headband

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My 'make' for today is a cute fabric flower headband, modelled beautifully by Elle. This was fairly simple to make and I can definately feel another addiction coming on...



The Gallery - I am Grateful for..cuddles

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The theme over at Sticky Fingers today is in recognition of Chris from Thinly Spread, who, on monday set off on a journey with Save the Children. Please follow the link and sign the petition. I have.

Anyway, today I am feeling extra, extra shattered. I have, yet again, been up since 5.40am with Belle. I, once again, went to bed ridiculously late after trying to fit knitting and sewing into my life somehow. I love knitting and sewing, and I am trying to prepare stock ready to trade at a festival later on this summer, but i'd prefer not to have to do it when I feel like a propped up corpse.

Enough of that twaddle and back to the point...

I am so grateful to my beautiful boy, Action Man. All of my six children are beautiful and wonderful and special in their own ways, but this morning my gorgeous, cheeky, blue eyed, 5 year old boy recognised how tired I was and gave me the most wonderful cuddles and kisses, and told me he was going to look after me. He is the funniest, kindest, most perceptive little boy ever; he's also sometimes the naughtiest, but with that cheeky grin and his endless supply of warm cuddles, he can get away with anything!

Half-term starts as it means to go on...

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Friday afternoon (late)

Leaving The Viking in charge of the 3 Little Uncles ( I'm loving that bit), I head into town to buy some knitting yarn. I had none left. None whatsoever. So when I found that both knitting shops in town were closed I got a bit panicky; until I rediscovered charity shops. On entering the first shop, Belle almost stopped breathing with sheer excitement when she spotted a Baby Annabel pushchair. I bought it ofcourse, without hesitation. It wasn't until afterwards I worried I may be setting a trend that I would begin to regret...

Anyway, I came out of the same shop armed with a small stash of wool and eager to start knitting friday's hat; which I started at about midnight

As usual, the morning started early; Belle and the Littlest Uncle were kind enough to get me out of bed before 6am. This is their way of ensuring that way I can really get the most out of each day (!) This morning, the Middle Uncle (aka Action Man), was looking forward to going to a birthday party, so by 8am the dining room floor had a lovely sparkling carpet of glitter and sequins, and his friend had several homemade birthday cards.

The Viking kindly volunteered to take Action Man to the party (easier than staying at home with the other 4). Anyway, it wasn't until they were about to leave that we realised the Littlest Uncle thought he was going too. Poor little man, he was so upset, he cried so much that tears ran down the outside of his Optimus Prime mask. We also realised at that point why he had got dressed up in the Transformer costume; it must have been especially for the party.

The Littlest Uncle holds the world record for maintaining screaming tantrums for impressively long periods, so I had to think on my feet...

I whisked him outside where he just couldn't resist a cuddle from the beautiful Mavis, one of his pet guinea pigs, and the Transformer was transformed.

And here is friday's hat, knit on saturday, and courteously modelled by a bottle of red (keeping it warm for later)

I expect there is more of this to look forward to over the coming week; more early mornings, more tears and tantrums, more cuddles, more late night knitting, and hopefully more wine!

The Gallery - Our Backyard

A post by Little Grandma, with a bit of help from the 3 Little Uncles

The theme over at Sticky Fingers this week is Our Backyard

Apart from being a jungle of weeds and a dumping ground for all things broken and mouldy; our backyard is:

A place to fight baddies
A snowy place
A sunny place
A football arena
A stage for rockstars
A bughunter's safari
A place to do handprinting, footprinting and bumprinting!
A place to climb the tallest trees and look out for aliens.....

and the list could go on for ever...

A Cute Little Pinafore

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Ever since I started watching 'Pippi Longstocking', or 'Pippi Longstrump' as she's known in Sweden, I have wanted to make (or have!) a little cross-over pinafore like the one she wears. It's a lovely simple design that can be worn over leggings or jeans, and either with or without a top underneath. I ordered a pattern from etsy because I thought it was easier than boggling my own poor brain. This was delivered to me via email; it wasn't a paper pattern, and I don't have a printer, so I improvised by tracing it off my laptop screen, hoping I would get the sizing right.

Anyway, I made a reversible version (I like reversible clothing!). I used an Alexander Henry 'wren' print on one side and a cheerful yellow Micheal Miller print on the other side. Then Belle put it to the test...

My next job is to make a pair of matching bloomers, scrumptious!

The Joy of Teenage Daughter

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Now that the dreaded GCSE's are upon us and Teenage Daughter only has to attend school for exams, she has a lot more time on her hands... she's been very busy revising watched the complete box set of Lord of the Rings, got up early to help me clean the house rolled out of bed at lunchtime, and her hair has changed colour a few times...

...any mum of a Teenage Daughter will know that when you find something like this on the kitchen worktop, it's best not to venture into the bathroom at all; not unless you want to be done for murder!

Anyway, this manure cocktail natural henna hair dye, which was so considerately mixed using my kitchen utensils, seems to be part of her 'natural and healthy phase', which is great; she's decided that she can't eat meat anymore, has to avoid dairy (interestingly this doesn't seem to include icecream), and excess amounts of pastry. Having four small children to prepare meals for, I always get a little nervous about how i'm going to fit this in with teenage eating fads and fancies. When I asked her what she would like for tea, she replied...pot noodle(!!!)...not one of the 'meat flavoured' varieties ofcourse