Saturday, April 28, 2012

Weekends are for . . . .

. . . . enjoying friends.

  • Friends staying for sleepovers.
  • Cool, cosy, rainy days.
  • Learning new board games.
  • Fresh bread and scones eaten warm from the oven.
  • A sewing machine humming along preparing for the impending cool weather.
  • Mugs of coffee enjoyed together.
  • Five boys and one girl snuggled between and under blankets and pillows, making the most of a movie afternoon.
  • A trip to the market leaving a bench overflowing with fresh produce.
  • Apple Cider - batch number 2 on the way.
Ahh. . . . . it's been a delightful day around our parts.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Sewing for Boys

It may happen in pockets of moments thrown in here, there and everywhere - late in the dark hours or in those precious 'sleep' moments of childhood. It happens rather randomly and in spits and spurts. But happen it does, and I enjoy the entire process. . . .

. . . . sewing for my boys, that is.

It usually begins with a picture I've seen and stuck into my scrapbook, or maybe a wild idea which just pops into my head one day for no apparent reason, or maybe it's the fabric which just shouts out loud, as is the case with this creation.


When I sew, it is rarely just to run-up a simple outfit, although many times that's what the original idea may be. But leave me alone with fabric, thread and machine and the minutes dwindle into the never-never and late hours turn, ever so quickly, into very early morning hours, and I'm simply absorbed by the process of creating.

I enjoy trying something different. Things which just wouldn't be found on a typical store-bought outfit. Details and trims. Sometimes they work and sometimes, well, there is a reason they aren't on other clothes I suppose . . . . 

This fabric just sort of lept off the rack at me one day while browsing a fabric shop. Supposedly looking for a specific project but . . . . well. . .  . the absolute cheekiness of these animals and the gorgeous colour . . . . . well . . . . it just screamed at me.

My 'cheeky - monkey' was still boyish enough to pull off this material, I figured. And I thought a few tailored touches and stylish grey trim would make it  just a bit funky, just a bit boyish, just a bit gorgeously, cheekishly, cute and just a bit like my boy.

Amid concerns of it appearing like he forgot to get dressed and wore pj's all day long, I continued with the tailored touches and in my opinion. . . . . .

  . . . . . it suits my cheeky-monkey just perfectly.

Details for those who are interested:
Shirt Fabric: Bundle of Jungle by Laura Berringer
Shorts Fabric: Gabardine from Lincraft
Pattern comes from: Ottobre design Summer 3 / 2009.
Shorts: 23. Bert bermudas (I also made a pair of the shorts which are perfect for our hot summer)
Shirt: 21. Little Fella shirt
Applique: Motif - cut from shirt fabric. Attached with visofix before free motion machine stitching all around the edges a couple times.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Beauty searched for and held tight.

The reply was sent in a hurry, not much thought put to the words. A quick text before children are tidied and car is packed.  The phone tingles in reply, a dear friend on the other end, probably puzzled by my response.

The realisation hits hard - I wrote those words. Words which have no place in my heart, words which have the ability to hurt rather than encourage. They came out of a frustrated moment, a frazzled brain, a body with too little sleep and a heart that was heavy.

I almost missed it this morning. The frustration almost clouding my view. It was a small crack to peer through but growing larger with each viewing.

There was beauty in my day. Beauty waiting to be noticed, appreciated and held close.

Those bright blue eyes, looking high. Baby eyes desperate for some Mummy love.
The big one patiently helping the younger wrestle feet into shoes.
The cup of tea delivered with a smile and hug.
The skippity-hop of my big one delighted with his new Mummy-made outfit.
The sunshine pouring from the heavens, flooding the world with Autumnal delight.

Encouragement given to my dear friend  lifts my spirits slightly.

I realise there are two ways for this day to go - down or up. I choose the latter. Deliberately placing one foot in front the other, with a lightness to my step. A smile drawn large and a heart which soon follows it's lead.

Today was a commitment. A commitment made all those weeks ago, now a chance to do my best, despite the hurts. An opportunity to serve and love.

The car burdened low with instruments and gifts, song sheets and cookies. Music playing as I drive, which brings me low. There must be beauty in giving, serving, loving - I have an opportunity to discover it today with an open heart. I must remain watchful, peering through the ever growing crack in the heaviness surrounding.

"Thank you," she says, "Thank you for sharing your baby. I was married once, but never had children. You sang Easter songs and poems but best of all you gave me a cuddle."
 The words cut deep. A beautiful heart within a withered, age-worn body.

"People don't bring children here much. It's such a shame. Thank you for sharing your baby with me, I never had the chance to cuddle my own."

All my frustrations wash away. Reaching out in love, the endless giving of time and effort. Serving others with grace. It spread joy, love and life. And it showed me beauty.

There was beauty in my day today. Beauty searched for and held tight.