The trials and tribulations of learning to sew

I have never really learned how to sew, I am very ashamed to admit this, but guess it would be true of many people of my generation.  I guess there is a fair umber of reason for this, but the main ones that come to mind now are:   Wearing my mothers interpretation of the fashion of the day – peddle pusher dugerees in white broderie anglais The recollection of being the only teen in homemade clothes at the school disco/youth club A mother who was a great seamstress and found it quicker to do things herself The demise of sewing lessons at school The rise of cheap and disposable clothes more »

Enjoying a break in the rain 2

We have tried to make the most of today, as the Mini’s are pretty much over their virus (poss swine flu). The day started with nude wii (only the boys of course – I would scare the neighbours) So we have been to the supermarket, been to the park on the way home. Called at the opticians to pick up MiniMads new glasses. An ice cream with monkey blood and sprinkles (raspberry sauce to the uninitiated), whilst I unpacked all the shopping. Magic painting, I do have more than one book, but both boys wanted to do the Backyardigans, so they shared and they shared really well. Whilst the boys painted, more »

My new baby and My first sewing project

My mother is a sewer extraordinaire. I grew up wearing home made clothes, she made our bedding, curtains and loads of fancy dress costumes. Guess what, I think that she must of intimidated me on the sewing front, as I am a cant sew, wont sew girl. But times are a changing, let me introduce you to the new member of the MadHouse – Sally The Sewing Machine. She is a Singer handed down from my mummy. She is very old, much older than I am, but she sews and that is all I need. I needed to make the boys some painting smocks and this was one of the things more »