Mmm. Today was better. Consisted of getting out of the house early and good company. Might just be the secret to this caper. Avoid being home = home doesn't get so feral. Helps that the sun was a little bit shiny today too.
I've been meaning to show some sewing awesomeness that unfortunately was not crafted by me. My talented aunty 'whipped them up' and popped them in the post for Willow just because.
The little tunic is reversible, which is fortunate because if Willow smothers one side in something unsightly, I can whip it off her, turn it around and voila! A new, clean frock! (Well no one else has to know!)
Included with the wonder tunic were matching pants (not shown here) and this sweet little vest.
I'm still struggling with the pathetic scarf that I started knitting last year so such handy knitting skills are greatly admired. Maybe if I keep practising I'll have the skillz by the time this girl has her own kids.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Scream (or Wednesday Whinge)
It's a cold, cold day in Melbourne today. There's a temporary lull in the house which has resembled that of Victoria's place yesterday. Hence the title of this post. I'm less likely to cry than to scream (on the inside) and feel very much like the fella in Munch painting.
The house is waaay out of control. Stickiness and dustbunnies abound. The pilot light in our heater keeps going out so I'm trying to dry loads of laundry in front of a small column heater. A brutal fight just broke out between two possums in the ceiling and I am now typing one-handed because my baby thinks that my hip is the only place she can be today without crying. She also believes that the only way to eat food is to smear it from head to toe. My big girl is on the couch giving her (loud) voice a rest by drawing in a picture book - I can't even summon up the energy to tell her to find some paper to draw on.
Luckily there's a big apple pie in the oven which will be ready in about 15 minutes to keep us all happy for a little while...
The house is waaay out of control. Stickiness and dustbunnies abound. The pilot light in our heater keeps going out so I'm trying to dry loads of laundry in front of a small column heater. A brutal fight just broke out between two possums in the ceiling and I am now typing one-handed because my baby thinks that my hip is the only place she can be today without crying. She also believes that the only way to eat food is to smear it from head to toe. My big girl is on the couch giving her (loud) voice a rest by drawing in a picture book - I can't even summon up the energy to tell her to find some paper to draw on.
Luckily there's a big apple pie in the oven which will be ready in about 15 minutes to keep us all happy for a little while...
Friday, April 24, 2009
Lately...
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