Little Hatchling Memories

I just found this photo of Hugo on Easter Sunday last year. He strolled around the garden slowly, pleasantly surprised whenever he found a chocolate egg peeking from a pot or tree trunk. This year his sweet curls are gone and he is in training for the Easter Bunny. He keeps begging me to hide things so he can practice finding them. He also keeps suggesting we should have random egg hunts when we are out and about on jobs. If only the Easter Hunt could be an Olympic sport. As he lifted his gold medal I could explain how he showed such interest and talent from a very tender age.

Resin Brooches

Yesterday morning I sat out in the sun with my mask on like some sort of 19th century consumption patient and made more brooches. I filled them with bits of memory, thick, spidery lace, long cherished origami paper, favourite beads and family buttons. I decided against finger nails, a wasp carapace and an old chicken beak.

Lace and Bead Necklace

Yesterday I went to my perfect kind of big girl party - morning tea in a beautiful cosy home with a shop snuggled in the front called Uncle Black Beetle's Beads. More about the shop at a later date. I felt like doing a bit of eclectic necklacing so brought along lace and knitted flowers which I will upload later. I did this one when I arrived home, unwilling to let the morning's buzz go.

Origami Paper Flowers in Resin

Finally we have done it. Last night Jonno and I put on our matching face masks and cracked open a tin of resin. It kind of felt a bit like a date because it has been so long since the two of us have had an adventure on our own. The mixture wasn't quite right so it took about 18 hours to completely dry with me checking in on it every two minutes. Next time I will try and set it with the brooch backs set into them. I'm thinking brooches, pendants mobiles, Christmas decorations, coasters, houses, cars, maybe I am getting a bit carried away. Can't wait to do some more playing tomorrow.

An Oilcloth Bag

I did it, I sewed an overnight bag today. No nap for me, I soldiered on staunchly most unlike my usual self. No crisp white sheets and billowing curtains promising me escape and sanity. Instead the lone chirp of an autumnal cricket and brilliant sunshine flooding the kitchen table. The colours in the bag are a little cold but at the moment I am making do with my current supplies rather than adding with each new project.

Oilcloth Sewing

This is my sewing wish list:

-knitting needle roll wrap and roll

-oilcloth weekend bag

-oilcloth picnic basket that remains upright and open (like a good citizen) when placed upon the ground.

-ironing board cover (completely and utterly not with oilcloth).

Monopoly is Beautiful

I just blogged about camping but I forgot to add that Jonno and I played our inaugural game of Monopoly with a board we gave him for his birthday last year. There is something so comforting about the rules of Monopoly being international and so, we set off, Jonno eventually driving me to near bankruptcy. Archie was allowed to stay up late and be the banker (or the national banker as he called it) so Jonno and I were on best behaviour with our board game manners. I never realised how beautiful the board looks when it is first set up. I pointed it out to Jonno but I think he was keen to get the dice rolling and build his empire. In fairness, whenever I landed on one of his heavily built up properties, he was very polite and always enquired as to whether I enjoyed my stay.